Captain Logbook #0
11 Nov 2021Teek'an Ders
¤ 11.11.3307 ¤ HR 8444 ¤I can't handle it any more. The secret slowly degradates me from the inside. I promised my friends not to tell it anybody. But I am about to lose my mind. Only thing I can trust is my computer. Victor is the last reason why I'm still alive.
Back in 3295 I was a rebel soldier. I fought for independence of my homeworld, Serre. Our squadron was sent on the mission to a distant planet. We were supposed to retrieve cargo - mostly weapons and ammunition - crucial for future missions. But there were no other missions. As we arrived at designated place I knew, something isn’t right. If only I knew what was it. We haded into to the settlement to locate the storage bays. Everything was going well, so I calmed down and forgot about my bad feelings. The cargo was scattered all over the place, so we decided to split up into smaller groups. That was a mistake. Very big mistake... All four groups left the command room, and disappeared in the darks. And then started the beginning of the end. My group was just about to get into the magazine, when suddenly we heard shots. Before we could umderstand what was going on, on the roofs around us dark figures cropped out. They started shooting. Fortunately there were some containers lying around, that we could use to hide. We shoot the aggressors back, but we didn't stand a change to push them back. Our only choice was to escape. Luckily our magazine was on the back of the settlement, and we managed to reach safety of the rocks in no time. As the star rised above the planet we saw who attacked us. It was a gang from our hometown called 'the Tusks'. After some time they gave up on chasing us and we could go back to check what happened to our companions. From a distant rock using binoculars we manadged to see what was going on. In the middle of the empty space between buildings stood several men and many soldiets in blue-red suits were lying around them. I recognised commander of the Tusks and one of our men. They were shaking hands.
At this moment I knew we were betrayed. Our comrades were dead, Tusks killed every one with unseen brutality. I hated them already, as they were responsible for many murders, and drug trafficking, but from that point I started to hate them even more.
We managed to contact with one of our soldiers who also escaped and boarded our return vessel. The shock from the mission and loss of the whole companion didn’t let us talk, but it wasn't end of the bad news. We all had severe wounds that made us unable to fight anymore. We all got some credits, emptied out our bank accounts and were sent the Pilots Federation systems for political asylum.
I assigned myself to Pilots Academy and from this moment I live with thousands commanders like me amongst the Winged Hussars in their home system.
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