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Mogul Velaio, IDF Council; aug 4432 ship log
From: IDF Council Mogul Velaio, Cromwell squadron
Subject: random thoughts
The universe is spreading thin.
My diplomatic, tactical analysis and spying into Sercoland is now over. It's been a long time since I've actually remained in Itani space, free to go about my own business and and soon to attend the needs of my family.
What has become of my son Toine? I dare not think. The very last time spent with him was in the hangars looking up my Valk. We had just returned from a clandestine space cruise where, against all regulations, I let him at the helm of a government bus. Last I've heard, he's actually stolen a centurion craft and went for a cruise. He was caught bringing it back of course. All messed up. More than a paint job was required to fix the trainer ship.
I fear I've made a pilot of Toine. That I'm going to loose him. The technicians in the hangar say that the weapons were used and that the ships log indicate targets were acquired and destroyed. And I dreamt of him making a business as a trader. What a fool that I make.
After some forays into Serco land, even aboard their capital ship, the sercos have finally caught up with my act. I'm now registered as kill-on-sight in all their sectors. What an attitude change for someone who just recently was cheered entering their space ports. I couldn't care less. I never liked them. And they can keep their Prom ships. They may be tough, but I've learnt they're not invulnerable.
The one thing I fear though is the lost anonymity. After having been so cheered by their station guards and now so much hated, I fear the name of Velaio has become unsafe.
Toine. What have I done to you?
Lesgul, my brother, ramp up your training phase. We'll need to defend ourselves soon.
The universe has spread thin in recent months. But I feel it stretching no more. Activity is bound to intensify soon. Perhaps because of the training academy classes resuming shortly. On both sides of the galaxy.
Perhaps more wars are on their way. Another big crunch.
Addendum
IDF Councils, Lieutenants, Commander: time to recruit has arrived.
Subject: random thoughts
The universe is spreading thin.
My diplomatic, tactical analysis and spying into Sercoland is now over. It's been a long time since I've actually remained in Itani space, free to go about my own business and and soon to attend the needs of my family.
What has become of my son Toine? I dare not think. The very last time spent with him was in the hangars looking up my Valk. We had just returned from a clandestine space cruise where, against all regulations, I let him at the helm of a government bus. Last I've heard, he's actually stolen a centurion craft and went for a cruise. He was caught bringing it back of course. All messed up. More than a paint job was required to fix the trainer ship.
I fear I've made a pilot of Toine. That I'm going to loose him. The technicians in the hangar say that the weapons were used and that the ships log indicate targets were acquired and destroyed. And I dreamt of him making a business as a trader. What a fool that I make.
After some forays into Serco land, even aboard their capital ship, the sercos have finally caught up with my act. I'm now registered as kill-on-sight in all their sectors. What an attitude change for someone who just recently was cheered entering their space ports. I couldn't care less. I never liked them. And they can keep their Prom ships. They may be tough, but I've learnt they're not invulnerable.
The one thing I fear though is the lost anonymity. After having been so cheered by their station guards and now so much hated, I fear the name of Velaio has become unsafe.
Toine. What have I done to you?
Lesgul, my brother, ramp up your training phase. We'll need to defend ourselves soon.
The universe has spread thin in recent months. But I feel it stretching no more. Activity is bound to intensify soon. Perhaps because of the training academy classes resuming shortly. On both sides of the galaxy.
Perhaps more wars are on their way. Another big crunch.
Addendum
IDF Councils, Lieutenants, Commander: time to recruit has arrived.