Retirement
18 Jun 2020Kyrst Wylder
You know, I've never really been good about this journaling thing. When I was back in the force I was used to submitting reports, always classified, technical, barely readable messes. My early retirement was a shock for a lot of my colleagues, it was hard to be reliable. When something needed done, they knew that I was the one to turn to in order to get it done.Now, I could hardly get into what I actually did back then, void forbid someone gets a hold of this journal. I know the therapist is bound legally to not share what I put here but all that time in the MI force gives you a certain paranoia toward almost anyone getting into whats in your head.
I should talk about what made me retire, I almost forget it sometimes. It was the children, the one mission that is burned into my head that I can talk about, it was in the news in at least ten sectors. We were following a smuggling ring, you know Imperial. Military doesn't care too much about slave trade, but these were important and they were stolen. We jump into the system and the Feds had already interdicted the convoy, we found the wave trace and drop at the same point.
You can only imagine the scene we came upon. The python was ripped open on one side and there was no sign of the two escorts they had with them, we saw no sign of the feds, and a message on loop. The trader's message detailed that the convoy had turned and fought, they were venting atmosphere after taking hits from one of the Fed ships. They had to drop the cargo.
Sure enough, we saw the cargo but they weren't in shipping containers or anything like that. It was just... bodies, half frozen, some bloated from decompression, all dead. It wouldn't have been as bad if it had stopped there but we cracked into the python's manifest. The cargo, it was children, headed to a conditioning center.
As bad as Feds are they don't do this to slaves.
I couldn't keep going after that, I had to take them down, that slave ring had to be the last time I failed at my job.
What I didn't realize was how much it would take to finish what I had started.
I guess that's it for now, I'm going to try to keep up with this journal this time. If at the very least, it will help me cope with what has happened to me.