MY ELITE - CMDR [REDACTED] JOURNAL-LOG ENTRY #6
27 Feb 2022Greenthumbs
27th February 3308Goids May Cry.
There were thousands of them.. For as many of those flowers of death there were floating in the distance, there must of been trippled the amount more of remnants and debris of independent and enlisted pilot's alike who fell victim to the Goids. I am a child all over again. I can see the Dredger fleets have barely been holding back the swarms while the navy, salvage and repair fleets run tirelessly in desperate need of replenishment and support.
The cavalry had arrived. The squadron I was assigned to gunned it for the front line getting in between any Goid and rescue ship we could. I maneuver towards what looked like a Thargoid Interceptor engaging by firing the first shot which was a direct hit followed by another. Then suddenly in a moment of a glance in to what I thought was the eye of the beast, a bright light flashed followed by complete darkness. I am alone in the void of space, floating gently towards the sun. In the distance I see a woman standing on a white plateau. She speaks but I can only hear silence followed by a slight whistle gradually getting louder. I am short of breath. I can not breathe.
I awoke in a hospital bed in the Nauni system. Broken, beaten and scarred yet again. This obviously isn't the first time I had been in this situation, but surviving a Thargoid battle is something I thought I would never live to tell. Although the fight was short lived, only half of my squadron survived but managed to pull me out from the cockpit of my ship. They said it had looked like it was torn a part in two where the alien beam had just missed me. The price of not having Guardian shields I guess. While we fly federal assigned ships for the mission we still have the option of flying independently at our own expense. It was time to bring out the Krait MK2 from my fleet, with the AX weaponry I acquired from Salvation and Guardian tech argued to be older then humanity itself from an ancient war eons ago. I was now ready. By the time I was flight ready the battle's of Nauni and Dani were already over leaving the Thargoids retreat back into the void.
The galaxies greatest exo and astro biologists say that the Thargoids have a hive-like mind where after every encounter or battle, win, lose or draw, the experience is shared amongst the hive having them constantly learning and improving its capabilities in warfare and survivability against us as a species. For humanity, dealing with the xeno invaders has also been a big learning step yet a slow one. There are experienced pilot's who offer training and simulations in CQC with Thargoids, while costly, training is still training. But the conflict itself is where the real experience comes from.
I put several more hours into training for the next dispatch and helped out with a few EXO skirmishes now being much more pre-prepared and coordinated this time around. Some of the pilots were repeating what they did last time, drinking what they thought to be their last drink and saying their last prayer, but more calm with the notion that they had survived before. I have never been more focused, here the dreams didn't matter, the slipping in and out of vertigo and solemnity was abandoned. It all just clicked. Swooping past Thargoid interceptors luring them into Dredger range and outwitting scouts with strafe runs and consistent fire felt like routine, almost as if I had done this before. We must of eliminated dozens that first week, finally contributing to the much needed support on the forefront. However we have still lost so many while multiple space stations are still in desperate need of aid.
While fending off the Thargoids has been some what successful by the united efforts of pilots from every corner of the core under the banners of Salavation, Aegis and the AXI, I have turned my attention to more covert operations picking off Scouts and Interceptors while transporting first responders and medical patients to and from the hot zones of recent targeted systems. If I am to make a real difference in the fight against the Goids, I am going to need bigger guns and better shields.
I can feel something when I'm out there. I am unfamiliar with this sudden emotion while in Thargoid space, as if a feint calling can be heard in the far distance deep in the black. My medication has been changed that many time's now I've stopped paying attention to the doses and names of them. I need an answer to a question I do not know.