Almost There
28 Jan 2020Oak7603
It seems my life as an IRM is actually that of a combat operative. I don't manage any relations at the moment. I kill people. I've killed 100 fighter pilots from the Monarchy of Chuntabon. Who were they? Father's, husbands, brothers, sons, mothers, wives, sisters or daughters? I don't know. If I'm honest, I don't care. I'm thinking of the bigger picture. The 33,000 that will get to live their lives as they should do.This log is turning into a grunt diary. I woke this morning aching from the stress of the last two days. Fitfully sleeping due to dreaming of the horrors I've seen. You all think that the ships explode and that's the end. Clean. All gone. You're wrong. You see bodies floating through the space. Body parts some times. You get back to the stations and there are a stream of medics taking in the injured. The living dead. The dead dead. Sometimes the enemy ships limp in to our docks. Not able to make it to their ports. We treat them as ours and send them back on the next T7 out with the rest of the waste but we keep their ships of course. They're valuable supplies, research and future bargaining chips. That's the reality. This isn't a game. Ships are worth more than the lives. This is war 3300 style.
After waking, I checked the morning reports as I sat in 'The Executor' waiting for the ground crews to refuel her. My only saving grace being the IRM is that I'm not obliged to fight straight away. I took the opportunity to get a little bit of normality back into my life and set a course back to Kraunaha. I met with the VP and updated her with the news from the front lines. We're winning was the main point. That's plain to see and the local media is pushing the same story. Two more days and I think we'll have won. She thanked me for the personal update and I headed back. I took 60 tonnes of clothing back with me too. The crews will appreciate the new flight suits and I'm sure the injured will be happy with some new clothing too.
I then sorted myself out and set out to the conflict zones again. I had 3 missions this time but war is beginning to take it's toll on me and my supplies. Everything's getting low. After two days of fighting I started off this morning only being able to synth basic ammo. Before I'd even started the last mission I was out completely. I either had to rearm at the depot every time I got low or head out to a mat trader to get some supplies sorted. Perks of the IRM again and off I went. I picked up enough supplies to give me a few premium rearms and a few standard ones too and I went back in. As the kills were tallied up by the computers I got a notification that Angeline had ranked up enough kills to rate her as a Master pilot. I was really pleased for her. It's taken her about 2 days. We've been busy and she's worked hard. She deserves the recognition.
After finishing my missions we headed back to port ready for tomorrow. If we can win again tomorrow that will be 4 full days of sticking it to the MoC. That should be enough. I'd expect to see us officially declaring the system as ours 2 or 3 days later once they realise that they can't possibly win and the surrender negotiators have worked the legal side of things.
Do I think it will have been worth it? Of course I do. This is my job. It was what I was hired for. If you don't believe 100% in this sort of thing you'd never do it. All I hope for is that it lasts only for as long as necessary. Let everyone get back to their families. Mourn their losses and move forwards.
Fly safe Cmdrs. O7