That Death Cry Is Gonna Stick With Me
01 Jan 2025Rhaazerus
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CMDR Rhaazerus Orzhov
CMDR Log - #036
Star Date - January 1st 3311
System: Denebola
Planet: -
Location: Deep Space
Been about two weeks now . . .
Gonna miss ol' Hosha's stories, even if half of 'em probably weren't true.
And Joakis . . . Fuck . . . Poor guy just wanted to live his dream and own a Coriolis station.
He'll never get to be that charming, headstrong, and gullible starport overlord now . . .
They're dead . . . Never made it out of Mars High when the thargoids hit Sol.
Killik, Henry, Reaper . . . gone too. Guess I'll never get to know Reaper's real name.
Ottis and his family got out, thank God!
And Vicky was already off-duty at Galileo station. She was already helping out with evacuations and got to a Rescue Ship.
Tiber was out of the system snooping around for intel on the Titan's location when it showed up.
Hector and Amelia already fled with their family at the first sightings in Sol.
Preston, Gavin, Tabitha, and a few other salvagers from Mars High got out.
But they all know a lot of people who didn't make it . . . knew a lot of people . . .
Ugh . . . .
I ran evacuations in Sol for days, even killed some of those damn things alongside system defense.
Those guys are a special kind of crazy to want to be AX pilots.
The AX Commanders finally gave that Titan what it had comin'.
Ships from all over, myself included, were gathering around to watch that colossus die . . . if they even CAN die?
Was it alive at all? Or maybe, connected to something else alive in there?
However the hell those things work, all I know is the screams it made when it finally blew up . . .
That was . . . disturbing.
It was like those holo-tapes of old Earth animals dying, but . . . bigger, more . . . alien . . .
I keep thinking about the noise that goddamn thing made . . .
I started visiting the other Titan corpses. I wanna see each and every one of them for myself.
Take the time to stare at those damn things and take it in . . .
//file attachment: Earth, Titan Cocijo - Sol
Titan Cocijo - Dec 18 3310 - Critical Meltdown over Earth. Terminated.
That was, about 2 weeks ago. Hell of a way to ring in the new year.
3311, and humanity got right back to it with all sorts of conflicts and power struggles.
You'd think the humanity threatening invasion of an alien species would be enough for us to settle some differences . . .
Ah hell, guess we're too stupid and petty to be dissuaded like that.
More scavenging jobs for me at least. Right back to the usual, huntin' down scores from battles or scooping up black boxes and unmentionables that the factions don't want seen by their friendly enemies.
Got my hands on a small box of Kamitra Cigars for a discrete job.
Been a good time to just take breath out here . . . engines cut, floatin' in zero, enjoying this cigar and just . . . thinkin'.
This one's pretty much kicked, guess I should get back to it.
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