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Trooper Mogul Velaio, IDF. mid January 4432 log
Mid January, 4433.
trooper Mogul Velaio, Cromwell squadron, IDF
Things are heating up out there and so here I begin my first-ever ship's pilot log. It's about time if you ask me but things are usually too busy to for me to waste time on trivial things such as "recording my own history". History. Now that's a load of crap. Looking down history, there's only one thing that transpires. History is bad. Had the Sercos not remembered history, had the Itanis not remembered history, maybe we wouldn't be in such a mess.
My history is not for the Itanis. Nor is it for the Sercos, cursed ought they be. It is for my family wich I've neglected so much over the recent months. And I dont expect things to change. Getting a job as a bus pilot was my first mistake. One wich I do no regret still. Nonetheless a mistake as far as a father's life is concerned. It set me on a more dangerous course. After a few stupid childish flight stunts I got noticed by one commander of the Itani Defense Force. He lured me into the enlistment procedures promising a life of great adventures, excitement, honor, personal gratification and growth, admiration of the Itanis... yada yada yada. Admiration is what I was after for sure. What else can a father be looking for if not the admiration of his kids? His wife?
So I enlisted.
At first I was given a chance to try out a few real combat ships. The age-old centurion was like your first jet pack. A sports cruiser. My training began with botting missions. Those pesky Hive Queen-spurred bots that plague the merchants and traders. There I thought I could make a difference, thinking of a probable lifestyle for my kids whenever they come of age. But as assignments became harder and harder, I became better as a gunner. Not renowned or anything, but still getting noticed. I was assigned to a squadrons. It's a loose connection that ties squadron members and officiers, still. But things are shaping up for a more military structure sometime in the futur.
Soon enough, though, I began assisting other ships in navigation, hazard avoidance, weather and foe reporting. Then came my first encounter with a Serco. It was a brief diplomatic encounter. Some loose head from UIT and another Itani were meeting up in free space along with a Serco they had met on the wire. I was there as an observer. Though I was wary of the Itani there. One could see how noob he was. For some reason, totally unexplainable to me, the Serco started flying aggressively around the Itani. Even fired shots across his hull, barely fusing him. I held on tight on my charged cannon. A few instants later, all charged up, I switched mode and started maneuvering closer. The Serco took notice and turned more fiercely on the Itani and then his fireworks display hit the hull of the noob's ship. My finger slipped from the discharge button. It's the very instant when my path changed course radically. The very instant my life slipped out of my control really. A few maneuvers later, the Serco's ship existed no more. A quick flash and his escape pod tele-ported him back to the confines of their miserable rotten side of the galaxy.
Since, I've been more engaged in military cargo transport escorts. I've had a few cargo units saved myself. But as things heat up more and more, a pattern started emerging: the trend of cargos being attacked isn't slowing down. Perhaps even full war. That's why I've been out more recently. Mining the few roids I can and stock up to build up emergency funds. Part of an IDF trooper's job is to maintain his own equipment. And tend those who are less fortunate. Two days ago I became a millionaire for the first time. That, after having given close to a half million to Itanis in need. It seems traders and miners will play an important role in the war shall it ever breaks. Officially. Meanwhile, we have to keep them pesky pirates at bay too. As if life wasn't harsh enough.
Last night, I pulled my son Toine out of bed. It was the first occasion I had time to bond with him in recent weeks. He's 7 years old. Barely. Toine keeps looking out station windows when I fly out, never knowing if I'll ever come back. I can see his envy in his eyes. I wish he'd become a trader or something less dangerous than the path I'm engaged im. We borrowed a government bus, sneaking out the station. Just a few hundred meters out, I pulled him out of the cargo unit in wich he was hidden. Against all rules and regulations, I put him in control of the ship. You've never seen your kid smile until you've seen him smile at the control of a real space ship. He even docked the ship himself. Not a single scratch. Walking inside the station's garrages, he glared at my new ship. How horrifically beautiful it is. As all combat ships in a way. Hopefully, Toine will never have to fly a Valk Rune or Vengence. He'd be better off flying bus runs. But everybody know that wont happen.
My brother too is gearing up for flight school. Lesgul Velaio has already bought his first bus. A rooky. A noob! I wish you luck my brother. May you be able to care for my son Toine if I pass before you.
I bid you a good life Toine, son of Mogul. And you too, Lesgul Velaio.
May faith spare my wife and girl. Dark days are on their way.
Mogul Velaio
trooper Mogul Velaio, Cromwell squadron, IDF
Things are heating up out there and so here I begin my first-ever ship's pilot log. It's about time if you ask me but things are usually too busy to for me to waste time on trivial things such as "recording my own history". History. Now that's a load of crap. Looking down history, there's only one thing that transpires. History is bad. Had the Sercos not remembered history, had the Itanis not remembered history, maybe we wouldn't be in such a mess.
My history is not for the Itanis. Nor is it for the Sercos, cursed ought they be. It is for my family wich I've neglected so much over the recent months. And I dont expect things to change. Getting a job as a bus pilot was my first mistake. One wich I do no regret still. Nonetheless a mistake as far as a father's life is concerned. It set me on a more dangerous course. After a few stupid childish flight stunts I got noticed by one commander of the Itani Defense Force. He lured me into the enlistment procedures promising a life of great adventures, excitement, honor, personal gratification and growth, admiration of the Itanis... yada yada yada. Admiration is what I was after for sure. What else can a father be looking for if not the admiration of his kids? His wife?
So I enlisted.
At first I was given a chance to try out a few real combat ships. The age-old centurion was like your first jet pack. A sports cruiser. My training began with botting missions. Those pesky Hive Queen-spurred bots that plague the merchants and traders. There I thought I could make a difference, thinking of a probable lifestyle for my kids whenever they come of age. But as assignments became harder and harder, I became better as a gunner. Not renowned or anything, but still getting noticed. I was assigned to a squadrons. It's a loose connection that ties squadron members and officiers, still. But things are shaping up for a more military structure sometime in the futur.
Soon enough, though, I began assisting other ships in navigation, hazard avoidance, weather and foe reporting. Then came my first encounter with a Serco. It was a brief diplomatic encounter. Some loose head from UIT and another Itani were meeting up in free space along with a Serco they had met on the wire. I was there as an observer. Though I was wary of the Itani there. One could see how noob he was. For some reason, totally unexplainable to me, the Serco started flying aggressively around the Itani. Even fired shots across his hull, barely fusing him. I held on tight on my charged cannon. A few instants later, all charged up, I switched mode and started maneuvering closer. The Serco took notice and turned more fiercely on the Itani and then his fireworks display hit the hull of the noob's ship. My finger slipped from the discharge button. It's the very instant when my path changed course radically. The very instant my life slipped out of my control really. A few maneuvers later, the Serco's ship existed no more. A quick flash and his escape pod tele-ported him back to the confines of their miserable rotten side of the galaxy.
Since, I've been more engaged in military cargo transport escorts. I've had a few cargo units saved myself. But as things heat up more and more, a pattern started emerging: the trend of cargos being attacked isn't slowing down. Perhaps even full war. That's why I've been out more recently. Mining the few roids I can and stock up to build up emergency funds. Part of an IDF trooper's job is to maintain his own equipment. And tend those who are less fortunate. Two days ago I became a millionaire for the first time. That, after having given close to a half million to Itanis in need. It seems traders and miners will play an important role in the war shall it ever breaks. Officially. Meanwhile, we have to keep them pesky pirates at bay too. As if life wasn't harsh enough.
Last night, I pulled my son Toine out of bed. It was the first occasion I had time to bond with him in recent weeks. He's 7 years old. Barely. Toine keeps looking out station windows when I fly out, never knowing if I'll ever come back. I can see his envy in his eyes. I wish he'd become a trader or something less dangerous than the path I'm engaged im. We borrowed a government bus, sneaking out the station. Just a few hundred meters out, I pulled him out of the cargo unit in wich he was hidden. Against all rules and regulations, I put him in control of the ship. You've never seen your kid smile until you've seen him smile at the control of a real space ship. He even docked the ship himself. Not a single scratch. Walking inside the station's garrages, he glared at my new ship. How horrifically beautiful it is. As all combat ships in a way. Hopefully, Toine will never have to fly a Valk Rune or Vengence. He'd be better off flying bus runs. But everybody know that wont happen.
My brother too is gearing up for flight school. Lesgul Velaio has already bought his first bus. A rooky. A noob! I wish you luck my brother. May you be able to care for my son Toine if I pass before you.
I bid you a good life Toine, son of Mogul. And you too, Lesgul Velaio.
May faith spare my wife and girl. Dark days are on their way.
Mogul Velaio
Very nice.
Very nice indeed. Sorry I have a nitpick though! We are in the game year 4433, not 4432. 4432 relates to the year Vendetta was launched, and as that was last year, we have advanced that number by one.
Yup! It's 4433! Very nice, it's quite long so I haven't fully read it yet, but I read some and it's very nice.