LOG #2 - KNIGHT H. LASTIMOSA - TITAN Contractors - "Home Lies With The Heart"
07 Mar 2022Harper Lastimosa
"Get out of my home, Harper. Find whatever pitiful existence you want to scrape out among the void with the rest of the wretches."
Home is a fickle thing. You're born in one, but it's rarely the one you keep. At least, that's been my run of it. I suppose if I really want to tell the story, I should start from the beginning. That's fine. It doesn't get interesting until say...3305. I may have been the only son, but not the only child. I have a few sisters. And one of them, well, she just couldn't be content to sit at home as royalty. And it started a fire. She was the first to enlist in Her Majesty's Navy. Rosalie would never be a princess of her own, just like I'll never see the throne myself, so she decided to fight for the Princess. Father was so proud, so was Mother, and I think that's what made it hurt the most to them; when Rosalie caught her commission to Officer School, to be a pilot all her own, you would have thought the entirety of Kronus was wrapped up in the party. When you're the leading local Regency I suppose you can throw parties like that without anyone to give you a budget.
Apparently she did well. Got herself command of a fully crewed Cutter and all, the 'Shield of Elysia' - Got to name her and all. It was a beautiful thing, equipped from nose to ass with the most beautiful kit credits and Imperial R&D could spit out, and to end the party she lifted off right from the sprawling rear lawn of the Villa. And that was the last time we ever saw her. That little blue light streaking off into the black as the engines roared...is the last thing I have of her. Her Cutter was reported lost somewhere along the border to Federal space, lost with all hands, and no final message, no mayday call...nothing.
Maybe that's why it hurt so bad for them, Mother and Father, the pride they'd sent her off with, and what never returned to them. And maybe that's why it hurt so bad when I said I was going to follow in her footsteps, and burn Federal space down to stardust in her wake. Except...I never made it that far. Father was enraged, called me every name in the book, all that pride turned to sorrow and rage, when he realized I wouldn't be withheld. So he made it hell instead. He stripped me of my title, big deal, for those of you outside the beauty of the Empire, and sent me off with nothing more than my name and what credits were in my accounts, rather than the family estate. If he could have disowned me, he likely would have; if it wouldn't have been a terrible view for the only male heir to be disgraced. He even blocked my recruitment with the local Imperial Navy Center. That was fine...so I left Kronus, and my Home, in a Courier. I would burn Federal Space for Her.
Except...I didn't. Next time, I think I'll tell you about the Crimson Phoenixes.
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