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1723 Sol II Standard Time
26 Aug 4433
Geira Rutilus, Geira Watch.
Ships log entry 0001
My psychiatrist, said I should recored my life, as it would help me member things. Well I guess I should explain, I have what I have been told is retrograde amnesia. Basically I can't remember a thing about my self up to 6 weeks ago.
6 weeks ago I can remember being in a coma, hearing things, feeling things, and yet being unable to react at all. I was told I was like that for 5 days. I do remember awaking and not knowing where I was, and worse who I was.
Luckily as a Serco I had a data collector chip that interfaced with my brain, the Serco doctors where able to restore much of my memory though this chip. From it I have learned all I currently know of my self.
My name is Major Corbin Armond. I am a part of the Serco Echelon 9 squad or just E9, an elite unit comprising of the best and brightest Serco warriors. Our main mission is to defend the interests of the Serco Dominion using covert and overt means. This is how as far as I can tell is how I ended up the way I am.
From what my chip says I was on an operation in pirate controlled grey space to limit the strangulation on our CtC routes In Sedina, Latos, and Ukari. During the operation an explosion went off, if it had not been for my advanced augmentations I would not have lived as most of my body was destroyed in the blast I am told.
Most of my body was replaced or re-grown with ease, the Serco nation if any thing knows how to repair broken bodies, however my face though repairable I deiced to leave it horribly scarred as a sign of what many have given up for the Great War.
For this they call me Faceless. I will never grow hair on any part of my head, my lips are but a thin sliver my ears, noes, and eyes replaced with Serco sensors, most the skin I have left is nothing more then a mass of horrible striations of scar tissue. Faceless is an accurate name.
I must ready my self for an incursion into Deneb, I will write more later.
26 Aug 4433
Geira Rutilus, Geira Watch.
Ships log entry 0001
My psychiatrist, said I should recored my life, as it would help me member things. Well I guess I should explain, I have what I have been told is retrograde amnesia. Basically I can't remember a thing about my self up to 6 weeks ago.
6 weeks ago I can remember being in a coma, hearing things, feeling things, and yet being unable to react at all. I was told I was like that for 5 days. I do remember awaking and not knowing where I was, and worse who I was.
Luckily as a Serco I had a data collector chip that interfaced with my brain, the Serco doctors where able to restore much of my memory though this chip. From it I have learned all I currently know of my self.
My name is Major Corbin Armond. I am a part of the Serco Echelon 9 squad or just E9, an elite unit comprising of the best and brightest Serco warriors. Our main mission is to defend the interests of the Serco Dominion using covert and overt means. This is how as far as I can tell is how I ended up the way I am.
From what my chip says I was on an operation in pirate controlled grey space to limit the strangulation on our CtC routes In Sedina, Latos, and Ukari. During the operation an explosion went off, if it had not been for my advanced augmentations I would not have lived as most of my body was destroyed in the blast I am told.
Most of my body was replaced or re-grown with ease, the Serco nation if any thing knows how to repair broken bodies, however my face though repairable I deiced to leave it horribly scarred as a sign of what many have given up for the Great War.
For this they call me Faceless. I will never grow hair on any part of my head, my lips are but a thin sliver my ears, noes, and eyes replaced with Serco sensors, most the skin I have left is nothing more then a mass of horrible striations of scar tissue. Faceless is an accurate name.
I must ready my self for an incursion into Deneb, I will write more later.
1305 Sol II Standard Time
27 Aug 4433
Geira Rutilus, Geira Watch.
Ships log entry 0002
Much of my time after I was made conscious ended up being dedicated to healing my badly destroyed body. As soon as I was able I received a pass to start piloting space ships. At this time I can't find any hint of space-faring in my memory banks, so I can safely assume I've never done it. But for some reason I had a strong desire to.
I found space to be very peaceful, and I spent much time in my government provided EC-88 drifting from station to station. In the peace of space with assistance from a medical Guise I was able to continue my physical therapy and improved rapidly.
With two and a half weeks of leave time left and in a fairly good physical state I deiced to leave the safety of Serco nation space on trading contracts with some UIT sub-factions, earning my self a high degree of trust with many of them during my time trading.
I think if one day the war ever ends I would be happy trading.
27 Aug 4433
Geira Rutilus, Geira Watch.
Ships log entry 0002
Much of my time after I was made conscious ended up being dedicated to healing my badly destroyed body. As soon as I was able I received a pass to start piloting space ships. At this time I can't find any hint of space-faring in my memory banks, so I can safely assume I've never done it. But for some reason I had a strong desire to.
I found space to be very peaceful, and I spent much time in my government provided EC-88 drifting from station to station. In the peace of space with assistance from a medical Guise I was able to continue my physical therapy and improved rapidly.
With two and a half weeks of leave time left and in a fairly good physical state I deiced to leave the safety of Serco nation space on trading contracts with some UIT sub-factions, earning my self a high degree of trust with many of them during my time trading.
I think if one day the war ever ends I would be happy trading.
1432 Sol II Standard Time
28 Aug 4433
Geira Rutilus, Geira Watch.
Ships log entry 0003
On the 23rd I decided to return back to my command prematurely.
With still a half week to go before my leave time was up I had an encounter in Odia, I was working closely with the Tunguska Heavy Mining Concern when a a group of three men tried to requstion my ship.
Lately I have found that I am able to better remember things and my brain functions better with out my memory chip in, thus lately unless I know I will need it I have not been putting it in.
For this reason my rapid ability to disable and end the threat posed by Corvus men to my well being concerns me. The fact that I seemed to enjoy what I did greatly concerns me. It is as if a killer lives with in me, and it's just waiting for the time when it can emerge and wreak it's havoc.
I know I am an elite killer, the best of the best in a nation comprised of warriors who have been making war for years. But at the same time knowing the the ability to kill is so deeply ingrained with in me that while I can not even comprehend any knowledge of what I am capable of, I still retain the ability to do it disturbs me.
At the same time this gives me hope that I can at least remember a few things of my past with out the chip, so maybe it is possible that more will come.
However I fear what I am able to do, and even more I fear if I can handle it. For this reason I decided that it would be better for me to return early. This way at the least I can test my self in combat.
It is time to find out what I really am, and it is better that I learn sooner then later.
28 Aug 4433
Geira Rutilus, Geira Watch.
Ships log entry 0003
On the 23rd I decided to return back to my command prematurely.
With still a half week to go before my leave time was up I had an encounter in Odia, I was working closely with the Tunguska Heavy Mining Concern when a a group of three men tried to requstion my ship.
Lately I have found that I am able to better remember things and my brain functions better with out my memory chip in, thus lately unless I know I will need it I have not been putting it in.
For this reason my rapid ability to disable and end the threat posed by Corvus men to my well being concerns me. The fact that I seemed to enjoy what I did greatly concerns me. It is as if a killer lives with in me, and it's just waiting for the time when it can emerge and wreak it's havoc.
I know I am an elite killer, the best of the best in a nation comprised of warriors who have been making war for years. But at the same time knowing the the ability to kill is so deeply ingrained with in me that while I can not even comprehend any knowledge of what I am capable of, I still retain the ability to do it disturbs me.
At the same time this gives me hope that I can at least remember a few things of my past with out the chip, so maybe it is possible that more will come.
However I fear what I am able to do, and even more I fear if I can handle it. For this reason I decided that it would be better for me to return early. This way at the least I can test my self in combat.
It is time to find out what I really am, and it is better that I learn sooner then later.
0600 Sol II Standard Time
29 Aug 4433
Geira Rutilus, Geira Watch.
Ships log entry 0004
Yesterday afternoon I had a combat assessment test. With the destruction of my body, high command at E9 thought it would be a good idea to use me as a test prototype for some new technology.
If my understanding is correct I am currently more machine then human. Both my arms where blown off, and my legs would have been useless as they had been hit to heavily with shrapnel the would no longer function, then lastly my torso was mostly torn apart.
The only reason I lived at all was due to Serco military implants surrounding my internals with protective armor that not only kept the shrapnel out but also served to keep my vitals working. In all reality without what they have given me I would be a vegetable.
Now I am a 5'10 tall 335lb Serco war machine with a brain. My legs are made of a light Xith outer alloy. Containing and advanced system of pistons and small booster engines, I am easily able to run in excess of 50 miles per hour and jump an amazing 30 feet.
My arms are made of a similar Xith alloy. With locking pistons in my hands I am able to have a sustained vice like grip on objects, my arms contain mounting points for built in weapons, such as the foot long blades I've come to like, they store like a folding knife along where the bone in my under forearm should be, then deploy with a thought in an intimidating flourish.
All my sensory organs have been replaced and revamped, allowing me to see hear and smell almost any thing. Many of my internals have been replaced with better robotic versions that do the job just as well, and in most cases better.
Which brings me to some thing I found odd. After I was briefed and had trained with my new body, I made a comment along the lines of: "You guys seem to have replaced every thing but my brain, if you had kept going you could have just saved some time and bought a robot."
The odd part was the scientist who has a great sense of humor didn't even crack a smile.
I have a feeling some thing is not right.
29 Aug 4433
Geira Rutilus, Geira Watch.
Ships log entry 0004
Yesterday afternoon I had a combat assessment test. With the destruction of my body, high command at E9 thought it would be a good idea to use me as a test prototype for some new technology.
If my understanding is correct I am currently more machine then human. Both my arms where blown off, and my legs would have been useless as they had been hit to heavily with shrapnel the would no longer function, then lastly my torso was mostly torn apart.
The only reason I lived at all was due to Serco military implants surrounding my internals with protective armor that not only kept the shrapnel out but also served to keep my vitals working. In all reality without what they have given me I would be a vegetable.
Now I am a 5'10 tall 335lb Serco war machine with a brain. My legs are made of a light Xith outer alloy. Containing and advanced system of pistons and small booster engines, I am easily able to run in excess of 50 miles per hour and jump an amazing 30 feet.
My arms are made of a similar Xith alloy. With locking pistons in my hands I am able to have a sustained vice like grip on objects, my arms contain mounting points for built in weapons, such as the foot long blades I've come to like, they store like a folding knife along where the bone in my under forearm should be, then deploy with a thought in an intimidating flourish.
All my sensory organs have been replaced and revamped, allowing me to see hear and smell almost any thing. Many of my internals have been replaced with better robotic versions that do the job just as well, and in most cases better.
Which brings me to some thing I found odd. After I was briefed and had trained with my new body, I made a comment along the lines of: "You guys seem to have replaced every thing but my brain, if you had kept going you could have just saved some time and bought a robot."
The odd part was the scientist who has a great sense of humor didn't even crack a smile.
I have a feeling some thing is not right.
0952 Sol II Standard Time
1 Sep 4433
Sedina, Daltas Hold.
Ships log entry 0005
In the past few days things have been moving fast. I passed my physical assessment tests with high marks and was quickly approved for active combat once again. I was how ever surprised to find I would not be returning my unit within E9. As it happened I was being transferred. I can remember walking into the commanders office like it happened just this morning.
As I walked in he congratulated me on my progress healing. I was happy to find that I recognized him out side of the information stored on my chip. Meaning I most likely remembered him from when I was recruited before the chip was installed. Little things like that give me hope that one day it will all come back.
Commander Sarkan went on to inform me that I was being transferred to a Space combat unit. At first I thought he was talking about a Marine boarding team, but as he went on I realized he was talking about a combat squad code named SCAR.
I have to go prepare more paper work now, hopefully I'll get time later on to write more.
1 Sep 4433
Sedina, Daltas Hold.
Ships log entry 0005
In the past few days things have been moving fast. I passed my physical assessment tests with high marks and was quickly approved for active combat once again. I was how ever surprised to find I would not be returning my unit within E9. As it happened I was being transferred. I can remember walking into the commanders office like it happened just this morning.
As I walked in he congratulated me on my progress healing. I was happy to find that I recognized him out side of the information stored on my chip. Meaning I most likely remembered him from when I was recruited before the chip was installed. Little things like that give me hope that one day it will all come back.
Commander Sarkan went on to inform me that I was being transferred to a Space combat unit. At first I thought he was talking about a Marine boarding team, but as he went on I realized he was talking about a combat squad code named SCAR.
I have to go prepare more paper work now, hopefully I'll get time later on to write more.
0037 Sol II Standard Time
4 Sep 4433
Geira Rutilus, Geira Watch.
Ships log entry 0006
In the last 3 days I have been flying nothing but Border Patrol missions as part of SCAR. During this time I have been granted many pilots licenses, most recently I acquired combat 8 and the clearance to fly the coveted Serco Prometheus.
Life goes well in my new squad, though I have found them to be for Sercos, some what how should I say this, unwarriorlike. Now don't take me wrong, they are in no way not combatively ready for any thing. How ever as a Serco I learned from a younger age that being a warrior was more then just being able to kill stuff.
Some that just kills stuff is nothing more then a killer. A warrior has honor in combat, grace in the face of his enemies, humor when there is tension, and pride in his or her self. For a true warrior knows that his actions where always committed with the interests of his nation and his honor in mind.
I guess maybe things are different for the Serco space corps then they are for us on land. But I still can't help but feel some things are very much off. Well I guess for now I will exercise patience and wait to see if maybe I am wrong about things.
One should always make sure to have all the facts before he or she judges.
4 Sep 4433
Geira Rutilus, Geira Watch.
Ships log entry 0006
In the last 3 days I have been flying nothing but Border Patrol missions as part of SCAR. During this time I have been granted many pilots licenses, most recently I acquired combat 8 and the clearance to fly the coveted Serco Prometheus.
Life goes well in my new squad, though I have found them to be for Sercos, some what how should I say this, unwarriorlike. Now don't take me wrong, they are in no way not combatively ready for any thing. How ever as a Serco I learned from a younger age that being a warrior was more then just being able to kill stuff.
Some that just kills stuff is nothing more then a killer. A warrior has honor in combat, grace in the face of his enemies, humor when there is tension, and pride in his or her self. For a true warrior knows that his actions where always committed with the interests of his nation and his honor in mind.
I guess maybe things are different for the Serco space corps then they are for us on land. But I still can't help but feel some things are very much off. Well I guess for now I will exercise patience and wait to see if maybe I am wrong about things.
One should always make sure to have all the facts before he or she judges.
1113 Sol II Standard Time
8 Sep 4433
Sedina, Sedina V Hold.
Ships log entry 0007
Yesterday afternoon I walked into the small rented space that serves as SCAR HQ. As they are a highly mobile group they never saw the need for a set base of operations, and thus used what ever was cheap and available.
No one was there when I walked in as is much the case. SCAR is very active, and does not care very much for paper work. Seeing Commander A-dawg's desk I took the small IFF chip that Identified my ship as a SCAR ship the only thing SCAR really has in the way of a uniform and set it down on the desk.
On top of it I placed a small note:
"Sorry Sir, I'm just not cut out for SCAR."
With that I walked out wondering how Serco high command would take my leaving.
8 Sep 4433
Sedina, Sedina V Hold.
Ships log entry 0007
Yesterday afternoon I walked into the small rented space that serves as SCAR HQ. As they are a highly mobile group they never saw the need for a set base of operations, and thus used what ever was cheap and available.
No one was there when I walked in as is much the case. SCAR is very active, and does not care very much for paper work. Seeing Commander A-dawg's desk I took the small IFF chip that Identified my ship as a SCAR ship the only thing SCAR really has in the way of a uniform and set it down on the desk.
On top of it I placed a small note:
"Sorry Sir, I'm just not cut out for SCAR."
With that I walked out wondering how Serco high command would take my leaving.
2017 Sol II Standard Time
8 Sep 4433
Sedina, Sector A 15.
Ships log entry 0008
It took about twenty six hours for me to get a call. I had spent my time guildless in the hot spot known as Sedina B 8 or more simply B 8, pronounced like bait in I'm baiting a trap that will kill many Itani. I found it interesting not having to report bad to some one for once in my life, or at least all of the life that I can remember. When I did finally get a call it was from Commander Sarken him self. Head of E9, my former unit.
"Armond?"
"Sir?"
"What are you doing?"
"I am fighting sir."
"With out the unit you where assigned to?"
His tone had an underlying annoyance in it. I was playing game and he knew it and now wanted them to stop.
"Yes sir, sorry sir."
"Sorry? Why are you sorry? If you where sorry you would not have left, and yes I heard you left so don't even think of trying to come up with any stories."
"Sir, with respect, I'm a Serco warrior, I don't like the imply cations that I would lie."
"Then why are you hiding out?"
He was starting to get some what angry at this point so I decided to come clean.
"Sir, have you ever been in SCAR? They lack the moral fiber of a regular Serco unit. I do not like being seen as a coward the second people glimpse my unit insignia."
"I've heard the space corps was more you could say lax."
"Yes sir."
"But where else could we have sent you? SoR is closed and there are no other Serco space units available."
He sounded almost apologetic at this point.
"Then why not fix that sir?"
We continued on talking for another hour, bouncing ideas off one and other, and the talking about how I was holding up mentally. In the end I got off with a small slap on the wrists and a recall back to the border.
8 Sep 4433
Sedina, Sector A 15.
Ships log entry 0008
It took about twenty six hours for me to get a call. I had spent my time guildless in the hot spot known as Sedina B 8 or more simply B 8, pronounced like bait in I'm baiting a trap that will kill many Itani. I found it interesting not having to report bad to some one for once in my life, or at least all of the life that I can remember. When I did finally get a call it was from Commander Sarken him self. Head of E9, my former unit.
"Armond?"
"Sir?"
"What are you doing?"
"I am fighting sir."
"With out the unit you where assigned to?"
His tone had an underlying annoyance in it. I was playing game and he knew it and now wanted them to stop.
"Yes sir, sorry sir."
"Sorry? Why are you sorry? If you where sorry you would not have left, and yes I heard you left so don't even think of trying to come up with any stories."
"Sir, with respect, I'm a Serco warrior, I don't like the imply cations that I would lie."
"Then why are you hiding out?"
He was starting to get some what angry at this point so I decided to come clean.
"Sir, have you ever been in SCAR? They lack the moral fiber of a regular Serco unit. I do not like being seen as a coward the second people glimpse my unit insignia."
"I've heard the space corps was more you could say lax."
"Yes sir."
"But where else could we have sent you? SoR is closed and there are no other Serco space units available."
He sounded almost apologetic at this point.
"Then why not fix that sir?"
We continued on talking for another hour, bouncing ideas off one and other, and the talking about how I was holding up mentally. In the end I got off with a small slap on the wrists and a recall back to the border.
1723 Sol II Standard Time
11 Sep 4433
Latos, Xang Xi Automated Systems.
Ships log entry 0009
In my last entry I touched on my discussion with Operations Commander Sarken, this was mostly due to opsec (Operational Security) reasons.
Now the the Team is out, I see no reason not to discuss some of it. After talking with the Commander about the plight of our great armed flying forces, he informed me that I was not the only one feeling this way. It would seem that a few months ago the Triumvirate ordered commencement on the formation of a new space operations team, code named Serco Team Six.
All they lacked was a leader for this team.
When Sarken informed me I had been recommended by E9 for the post I though he was joking. After all I had just left SCAR and in doing so disobeyed my orders. And I was in no way a pilot, I was a Serco Special Operator that happened to be some what capable in a ship. My denial how ever was short lived when a call from Triumvirate liaison Ran Dokick was patched through via encrypted comm an hour later.
He was short and to the point when he quite frankly informed me that my nation needed me. My first question was why me. He said I was a natural pick and ran down a list of why I was picked.
A. I was a war veteran. (He even called me a hero for the wounds I sustained that put me in the condition I am, I had to laugh at that. Me messing up and getting my self blown to pieces makes me a hero? Ha!)
B. My loyalty had ben proven with my work for E9, as well as my intelligence for combat, and I also had security clearance for any thing need to know.
C. I was an unknown pilot that had showed good skills.
At point C I stopped him, and asked what good was an unknown pilot, for some thing like this they would need a strong proven leader. He how ever informed me that my anomaly would allow the Team to slip under the Itani radar and make us appear as just another group of misfit Serco.
Still in awe at my change of events, I surprisingly agreed. Though in hindsight I can't help but wonder why me. It still does not fully add up. But I'm sure the Triumvirate knows better then me, after all they lead a nation, and the most I have ever lead is a squad, and I can't even really remember that.
11 Sep 4433
Latos, Xang Xi Automated Systems.
Ships log entry 0009
In my last entry I touched on my discussion with Operations Commander Sarken, this was mostly due to opsec (Operational Security) reasons.
Now the the Team is out, I see no reason not to discuss some of it. After talking with the Commander about the plight of our great armed flying forces, he informed me that I was not the only one feeling this way. It would seem that a few months ago the Triumvirate ordered commencement on the formation of a new space operations team, code named Serco Team Six.
All they lacked was a leader for this team.
When Sarken informed me I had been recommended by E9 for the post I though he was joking. After all I had just left SCAR and in doing so disobeyed my orders. And I was in no way a pilot, I was a Serco Special Operator that happened to be some what capable in a ship. My denial how ever was short lived when a call from Triumvirate liaison Ran Dokick was patched through via encrypted comm an hour later.
He was short and to the point when he quite frankly informed me that my nation needed me. My first question was why me. He said I was a natural pick and ran down a list of why I was picked.
A. I was a war veteran. (He even called me a hero for the wounds I sustained that put me in the condition I am, I had to laugh at that. Me messing up and getting my self blown to pieces makes me a hero? Ha!)
B. My loyalty had ben proven with my work for E9, as well as my intelligence for combat, and I also had security clearance for any thing need to know.
C. I was an unknown pilot that had showed good skills.
At point C I stopped him, and asked what good was an unknown pilot, for some thing like this they would need a strong proven leader. He how ever informed me that my anomaly would allow the Team to slip under the Itani radar and make us appear as just another group of misfit Serco.
Still in awe at my change of events, I surprisingly agreed. Though in hindsight I can't help but wonder why me. It still does not fully add up. But I'm sure the Triumvirate knows better then me, after all they lead a nation, and the most I have ever lead is a squad, and I can't even really remember that.
2046 Sol II Standard Time
12 Sep 4433
Geira Rutilus, Geira Watch.
Ships log entry 0010
Yesterday after noon I was introduced to the Lieutenants I would be working with in my new command. Flanked by two Serco Anti-Personal Guises (APGs) provided for my "security" against my wishes. (But I guess I can talk more about that at a later date.) I was lead into a small bunker on Fort Betheshee. There I met the other two persons that had been tasked to lead the group with me.
"Commander on deck!" One of the APGs shouted as he opened the door and stood to attention his seven glowing eyes looking off vacantly. I looked around the room to find too my horror a tall woman and a medium sized man both at attention as well.
I can remember getting very flustered before telling them at ease. I'm far to used to just being another grunt I guess.
The tall woman greeted me first introducing her self as Passion and informing me that I was shorter then she had thought I would be. She was over 7 feet tall, I would guess more accurately 7'2 or 3, with flaming red hair. I recalled seeing her in a recored new cast where I would assume she gained her name in which she Passionately condemned the Itani nation and vowed to destroy them in any way possible.
The other man hung back a second or two before stepping forwards and simply saying his name, Soulcatcher. I had previously met him during a Border patrol mission gone bad. We where 3 facing odds of upwards 7 Itani. Me, him, and another Serco warrior had courageously fought with much success to stop the Itani and allow our attack bots to secure the area.
Looking at him now I saw he was a pilot plain and simple, most likely engineered for it from birth. From what I had seen that night he was good in a SVG lending credence to this hypothesis. He was a short little Serco with few augmentations that almost looked in a state of disrepair or damaged some how, though I'll admit I did not get a good look at them. I found his eyes to be some what unnerving. It was like they where made of pure Ishik ore, but at the same time not. They have got to be the oddest thing I have ever seen it was as if they shifted from solid to liquid.
After exchanging greetings and informing Passion that I believed the doc had an inferiority complex that forced him to make me so short during my augmentation, we talked for a good three hours about the new Team.
From what I learned talking with them I feel very confident about this Team. They are both competent, and capable, as well as space combat veterans. It was reassuring to know I have such able bodied people helping me.
12 Sep 4433
Geira Rutilus, Geira Watch.
Ships log entry 0010
Yesterday after noon I was introduced to the Lieutenants I would be working with in my new command. Flanked by two Serco Anti-Personal Guises (APGs) provided for my "security" against my wishes. (But I guess I can talk more about that at a later date.) I was lead into a small bunker on Fort Betheshee. There I met the other two persons that had been tasked to lead the group with me.
"Commander on deck!" One of the APGs shouted as he opened the door and stood to attention his seven glowing eyes looking off vacantly. I looked around the room to find too my horror a tall woman and a medium sized man both at attention as well.
I can remember getting very flustered before telling them at ease. I'm far to used to just being another grunt I guess.
The tall woman greeted me first introducing her self as Passion and informing me that I was shorter then she had thought I would be. She was over 7 feet tall, I would guess more accurately 7'2 or 3, with flaming red hair. I recalled seeing her in a recored new cast where I would assume she gained her name in which she Passionately condemned the Itani nation and vowed to destroy them in any way possible.
The other man hung back a second or two before stepping forwards and simply saying his name, Soulcatcher. I had previously met him during a Border patrol mission gone bad. We where 3 facing odds of upwards 7 Itani. Me, him, and another Serco warrior had courageously fought with much success to stop the Itani and allow our attack bots to secure the area.
Looking at him now I saw he was a pilot plain and simple, most likely engineered for it from birth. From what I had seen that night he was good in a SVG lending credence to this hypothesis. He was a short little Serco with few augmentations that almost looked in a state of disrepair or damaged some how, though I'll admit I did not get a good look at them. I found his eyes to be some what unnerving. It was like they where made of pure Ishik ore, but at the same time not. They have got to be the oddest thing I have ever seen it was as if they shifted from solid to liquid.
After exchanging greetings and informing Passion that I believed the doc had an inferiority complex that forced him to make me so short during my augmentation, we talked for a good three hours about the new Team.
From what I learned talking with them I feel very confident about this Team. They are both competent, and capable, as well as space combat veterans. It was reassuring to know I have such able bodied people helping me.
Well written, keep it comming.
2159 Sol II Standard Time
18 Sep 4433
Sedina, Daltas Hold.
Ships log entry 0011
Today I took some leave time and spent my time wandering through space. ST6 is doing better then thought possible, many high level meetings in some of the more prominent faction guilds have taken place in regards to the team, or so I have been told. This pleases and concerns me at once.
It pleases me because it means we are at the least doing some thing right, most likely in-spite of the efforts of my self. And it concerns me due to our policy of keeping available information on the team privet. Prying eyes can find much if they truly look, and public scrutiny is well known to be a to sided blade, cutting one way but also coming back and cutting the other.
Though I can see many reasons for this unwanted attain. We came from what would appear nothing not to long ago, and we have since maintained a heavy presence on the Serco Itani border, in addition to the Xith convoy routes in Sedina and Bractus. Culminating in a two week long Serco victory over the Itani, in grey space.
On a personnel level thing are doing well, I feel fragments of my memory coming back albeit slowly. The other day I heard a song on the Serco nets that I remembered from some where. The best part was it was as I was washing my self and I had taken my chip out. It was an old earth song called "Me Against The World" and I knew all of it. I was overjoyed beyond words.
I have also greatly enjoyed fighting along side the great men and women of ST6, for once since the accident I have found friends that I know. Not friends that say they know me, and some chip in my head that agrees with that, but friend I remember meeting and making.
Haha, and then I got my two Guises Shaka and Alex. At first I was commanded to have them designated Anti-Personal Guise 10932367 and Anti-Personal Guise 197342, to be used as body guards for my self. I'm sure I don't need to say I was very much opposed to this as I felt no need for them, and I did not feel my position warranted the need for body guards. I am only the commander of a small team.
How ever I have found both of them to be quite enjoy able company, most Serco view Guises as less then human, animals if you will. But I have found them to be in many ways better then us humans, they unlike us are beings that live to serve.
If only the rest of us were like them, so much death and pain could be avoided.
18 Sep 4433
Sedina, Daltas Hold.
Ships log entry 0011
Today I took some leave time and spent my time wandering through space. ST6 is doing better then thought possible, many high level meetings in some of the more prominent faction guilds have taken place in regards to the team, or so I have been told. This pleases and concerns me at once.
It pleases me because it means we are at the least doing some thing right, most likely in-spite of the efforts of my self. And it concerns me due to our policy of keeping available information on the team privet. Prying eyes can find much if they truly look, and public scrutiny is well known to be a to sided blade, cutting one way but also coming back and cutting the other.
Though I can see many reasons for this unwanted attain. We came from what would appear nothing not to long ago, and we have since maintained a heavy presence on the Serco Itani border, in addition to the Xith convoy routes in Sedina and Bractus. Culminating in a two week long Serco victory over the Itani, in grey space.
On a personnel level thing are doing well, I feel fragments of my memory coming back albeit slowly. The other day I heard a song on the Serco nets that I remembered from some where. The best part was it was as I was washing my self and I had taken my chip out. It was an old earth song called "Me Against The World" and I knew all of it. I was overjoyed beyond words.
I have also greatly enjoyed fighting along side the great men and women of ST6, for once since the accident I have found friends that I know. Not friends that say they know me, and some chip in my head that agrees with that, but friend I remember meeting and making.
Haha, and then I got my two Guises Shaka and Alex. At first I was commanded to have them designated Anti-Personal Guise 10932367 and Anti-Personal Guise 197342, to be used as body guards for my self. I'm sure I don't need to say I was very much opposed to this as I felt no need for them, and I did not feel my position warranted the need for body guards. I am only the commander of a small team.
How ever I have found both of them to be quite enjoy able company, most Serco view Guises as less then human, animals if you will. But I have found them to be in many ways better then us humans, they unlike us are beings that live to serve.
If only the rest of us were like them, so much death and pain could be avoided.
0936 Sol II Standard Time
1 Oct 4433
Helios, Helios Outpost
Log entry 0012
Lately my life has become very busy. I guess it would just be best to start at the beginning.
Recently as I'm sure every one is well aware much talk has been made about the now infamous Neural Spike Implant or NSI, indeed it would seem all the talk shows have nothing better to do with their time then discuss this device. With all this in mind I decided to look into getting said item.
After hearing the fate of the previous owner Jex, and his coworker Joyce, I looked for the new owner. After some time I ended up in a dirty well used bar at Sedina V Hold, the small case in my hand felt as if it would sear my flesh and fall away into nothingness. I was there to meet a man known only as YodaOfBorg.
As walking in I noted it seemed as if every Guild, group, and minor faction had some one in the bar. From what I later learned Mr. Yoda had become some thing of an over night celebrity. From infamous pirate to high prince with the chip in only a few short hours.
News stations all over kept telling the universe his life story of how he ran away at a young age after being made fun of all his life for being short and green, then ending with him miraculously fighting off hive queens and leviathans in Sedina to save a poor enslaved woman by the name of Joyce Sanders and securing the NSI for him self. I my self had a hard time believing the news stations had any of their facts straight.
Mr. Yoda was indeed short and green with pointy ears and enough implants to make the great Karun jealous. He was not big on conversation and simply said.
"You got some thing for me?"
I slowly pulled the small case out from under the table we were stetted at, releasing why he picked this place it was packed full of people all wanting the same thing I did. No they did not personally care about him, but they did care about what he had, enough to kill for it. No one was going to be dumb enough to double cross him, at least not here.
I opened my case up showing a small chip inside of it.
"All the information you need for your retirement fund of 80 million credits Mr. Yoda."
The small man grinned and he too pulled out a small case.
"You know it's cursed right? Yarr, I'm just glad to be rid of it."
I took the case leaving not time for pleasantries and slowly got up to leave making sure Shaka was close behind me. He had been with me as a precaution against any violence. While I did not think Yoda would double cross me no matter what any one said about pirates, at least this one I know had some sort of code that did not allow him to go back on a deal. What I did fear how ever was the others who wanted what I now have very badly.
By some minor miracle to say the least we made it out of Sedina with out any harm coming to our self's or the NSI. We we're however followed to Odia, at which point I took a few small trips around the many numerous asteroid fields in Odia before dropping the chip off at a small secure holding bay in Fenos Outpost.
Breathing a sigh of relief I piloted my ship back to Sedina, I can only wonder what will happen now. I have visited many of the people that have come in contact with the Spike. I was also informed by the Barkeep Miharu that the Spike will not function like is should in a Serco due to us not having an energy focus.
At this time I don't think she is a right as she would think. Other wise why would the Serco nation want this chip so badly, and why would the Itani nation not want us to have it. I will need to chat with one of my Serco RnD friends (I think) from Sol II one day. Maybe even take the chip to him.
1 Oct 4433
Helios, Helios Outpost
Log entry 0012
Lately my life has become very busy. I guess it would just be best to start at the beginning.
Recently as I'm sure every one is well aware much talk has been made about the now infamous Neural Spike Implant or NSI, indeed it would seem all the talk shows have nothing better to do with their time then discuss this device. With all this in mind I decided to look into getting said item.
After hearing the fate of the previous owner Jex, and his coworker Joyce, I looked for the new owner. After some time I ended up in a dirty well used bar at Sedina V Hold, the small case in my hand felt as if it would sear my flesh and fall away into nothingness. I was there to meet a man known only as YodaOfBorg.
As walking in I noted it seemed as if every Guild, group, and minor faction had some one in the bar. From what I later learned Mr. Yoda had become some thing of an over night celebrity. From infamous pirate to high prince with the chip in only a few short hours.
News stations all over kept telling the universe his life story of how he ran away at a young age after being made fun of all his life for being short and green, then ending with him miraculously fighting off hive queens and leviathans in Sedina to save a poor enslaved woman by the name of Joyce Sanders and securing the NSI for him self. I my self had a hard time believing the news stations had any of their facts straight.
Mr. Yoda was indeed short and green with pointy ears and enough implants to make the great Karun jealous. He was not big on conversation and simply said.
"You got some thing for me?"
I slowly pulled the small case out from under the table we were stetted at, releasing why he picked this place it was packed full of people all wanting the same thing I did. No they did not personally care about him, but they did care about what he had, enough to kill for it. No one was going to be dumb enough to double cross him, at least not here.
I opened my case up showing a small chip inside of it.
"All the information you need for your retirement fund of 80 million credits Mr. Yoda."
The small man grinned and he too pulled out a small case.
"You know it's cursed right? Yarr, I'm just glad to be rid of it."
I took the case leaving not time for pleasantries and slowly got up to leave making sure Shaka was close behind me. He had been with me as a precaution against any violence. While I did not think Yoda would double cross me no matter what any one said about pirates, at least this one I know had some sort of code that did not allow him to go back on a deal. What I did fear how ever was the others who wanted what I now have very badly.
By some minor miracle to say the least we made it out of Sedina with out any harm coming to our self's or the NSI. We we're however followed to Odia, at which point I took a few small trips around the many numerous asteroid fields in Odia before dropping the chip off at a small secure holding bay in Fenos Outpost.
Breathing a sigh of relief I piloted my ship back to Sedina, I can only wonder what will happen now. I have visited many of the people that have come in contact with the Spike. I was also informed by the Barkeep Miharu that the Spike will not function like is should in a Serco due to us not having an energy focus.
At this time I don't think she is a right as she would think. Other wise why would the Serco nation want this chip so badly, and why would the Itani nation not want us to have it. I will need to chat with one of my Serco RnD friends (I think) from Sol II one day. Maybe even take the chip to him.
2347 Sol II Standard Time
9 Oct 4433
Geira Rutilus, Geira Watch.
Log entry 0013
I guess my adventures with the fabled NSI began early the morning of 27 Aug 4433 at 0317 hours Itani standard time, on the small research station Omata Meditation in the Itan sector.
I was active duty for E9 at the time, my prototype body at the time untested was rushed out the door on a risky mission deep into Itani space. Code named operation "Severance" the mission was less then simple. My self and two others were to infiltrate Itani space, some how dock on a high security research station, gain access to the lab complex, obtain all research and any other relevant items, destroy every thing there, and then make it back to Serco space alive.
Getting in was easy, we simply bribed a UiT trader at Edras to take us to Omata Meditation no questions asked. Sergeant Ivanovo Kirov, our heavy gunner of the day was equipped with load baring implants and a portable mini-gattleing turret with an on board battery strapped to his back, using this weapon he quickly made egress into the small station.
Resistance was light, in the heart of Itani space I can only assume the Itani military never thought some one would attack them, so the station guards where not top notch. Once reaching the R&D section of the station, Corporal Bushehr Sharqi our demo guy, lost little time in providing us an entrance into the labs. All was going well up to this point we had only been boots on the ground for 14 minutes it was late in the night much of the base was still asleep and the fragmented station guards had yet to raise an alarm of any sort.
We methodically made our way into the lab, noting along the way that none of the automated defense systems where operational. It was at this time we knew some thing was wrong. Then it happened, as we rounded the corner into the main lab so far have having only found bodies and no living resistance. Opening the door caused the room to erupt in light arms fire.
Sharqi who was on point at the time took shoots to his upper torso and would have died if it where not for his armored demolitions suit. As he feel back from the force of the rounds I instinctively pulled a concussion grenade out and chucked it into the open door. Kirov following my lead dove into the room laying down heavy fire as he did so.
Slowly walking around the wall my shortened neutron assault rifle at the ready I panned the room looking for any hostile targets, or for that matter any thing that moved. A few scientists where down on the ground sobbing or screaming, most of them having been removed by our first onslaught when entering the room. I watched them warily, in no way did we want to kill civilians, but at the same time one of them at least had fired on us when we came in, so at least one of them was armed.
It was then that the north east corner of the room exploded leaving a gaping hole in the wall, before we could react fully a lone figure jumped up from a place of concealment and ran out the hole. Knowing things where not going as planed we quickly made sure Sharqi was alive and well enough to finish the mission, then the two of them set up a small perimeter as I did my job of down loading the massive computer data base in to my even larger on build in memory banks.
It took 9 tense filled minutes for every thing to be finished. Seeing no prototypes of any kind laying around and knowing station security would by now be all over the place I uploaded a devastating virus to the computers net work while Sharqi set up the place to never function again.
Timing our E and E with the explosion of the lab we managed with some difficulty to make our way back to Serco space.
After the completion of our mission, we learned the other person in the lab was a rouge Serco, most likely working for or with the now infamous Jex Krome, or possibly the CLM pirate faction. I my self kept a copy off all the data I gained on the mission. It did not take much time after this for me to realize I needed to get at least one of the spikes these Itani where working so hard on. The potential was truly amazing.
9 Oct 4433
Geira Rutilus, Geira Watch.
Log entry 0013
I guess my adventures with the fabled NSI began early the morning of 27 Aug 4433 at 0317 hours Itani standard time, on the small research station Omata Meditation in the Itan sector.
I was active duty for E9 at the time, my prototype body at the time untested was rushed out the door on a risky mission deep into Itani space. Code named operation "Severance" the mission was less then simple. My self and two others were to infiltrate Itani space, some how dock on a high security research station, gain access to the lab complex, obtain all research and any other relevant items, destroy every thing there, and then make it back to Serco space alive.
Getting in was easy, we simply bribed a UiT trader at Edras to take us to Omata Meditation no questions asked. Sergeant Ivanovo Kirov, our heavy gunner of the day was equipped with load baring implants and a portable mini-gattleing turret with an on board battery strapped to his back, using this weapon he quickly made egress into the small station.
Resistance was light, in the heart of Itani space I can only assume the Itani military never thought some one would attack them, so the station guards where not top notch. Once reaching the R&D section of the station, Corporal Bushehr Sharqi our demo guy, lost little time in providing us an entrance into the labs. All was going well up to this point we had only been boots on the ground for 14 minutes it was late in the night much of the base was still asleep and the fragmented station guards had yet to raise an alarm of any sort.
We methodically made our way into the lab, noting along the way that none of the automated defense systems where operational. It was at this time we knew some thing was wrong. Then it happened, as we rounded the corner into the main lab so far have having only found bodies and no living resistance. Opening the door caused the room to erupt in light arms fire.
Sharqi who was on point at the time took shoots to his upper torso and would have died if it where not for his armored demolitions suit. As he feel back from the force of the rounds I instinctively pulled a concussion grenade out and chucked it into the open door. Kirov following my lead dove into the room laying down heavy fire as he did so.
Slowly walking around the wall my shortened neutron assault rifle at the ready I panned the room looking for any hostile targets, or for that matter any thing that moved. A few scientists where down on the ground sobbing or screaming, most of them having been removed by our first onslaught when entering the room. I watched them warily, in no way did we want to kill civilians, but at the same time one of them at least had fired on us when we came in, so at least one of them was armed.
It was then that the north east corner of the room exploded leaving a gaping hole in the wall, before we could react fully a lone figure jumped up from a place of concealment and ran out the hole. Knowing things where not going as planed we quickly made sure Sharqi was alive and well enough to finish the mission, then the two of them set up a small perimeter as I did my job of down loading the massive computer data base in to my even larger on build in memory banks.
It took 9 tense filled minutes for every thing to be finished. Seeing no prototypes of any kind laying around and knowing station security would by now be all over the place I uploaded a devastating virus to the computers net work while Sharqi set up the place to never function again.
Timing our E and E with the explosion of the lab we managed with some difficulty to make our way back to Serco space.
After the completion of our mission, we learned the other person in the lab was a rouge Serco, most likely working for or with the now infamous Jex Krome, or possibly the CLM pirate faction. I my self kept a copy off all the data I gained on the mission. It did not take much time after this for me to realize I needed to get at least one of the spikes these Itani where working so hard on. The potential was truly amazing.
2047 Sol II Standard Time
25 Oct 4433
Sedina, Daltas Hold.
Log entry 0014
To this day I find my self amused at the mailability of the human mind. One need not lie to some one to make that some one think something that they normally would not. Take Mr. MonkofAkan.
He is young, headstrong, impressionable, and some what egotistical. In short he still has some growing up to do. Now in no way does this make him a bad person, just makes him what he is, inexperienced. How ever, this does not detract from the fact that he is the commander of the CDC guild, and thus leads us too the reason why I met him.
As I'm sure it is well known by now I have the NSI, how ever at the time it was not so well known. From what I could tell Mr. Monk wanted to I guess you could say, find what leverage he had over me with what he thought was fool proof information that I did indeed have the spike. Now of course his information was correct, but with some misinformation and allot of truth I was able to make him doubt what he thought was true in addition to gaining some leverage of my own.
How ever that did not end my you could call it adventures with Mr. Monk, for you see I felt, after our some what chance meeting I should further test what Mr. Monk was made of. I of course did much digging into his past before taking any action. From what I have learned MonkofAkan clams he is an Akanese, most likely part of the remnant from the last visible chapter of the order, the same chapter the deceased Serco hero Borb The Second gave his own life to remove.
Mr. Monk prior to the demise of the small Akanese chapter, resigned his position as an Akanese and took up trading with largely with the UiT, from there he went on to found CDC. It was his luck that the Akanese chapter ended when it did, for if the confusion caused by it's sudden and violent demise had not happened with it did Mr. Monk would have most likely ended up a victim of the same people he once worked for. This makes him of the very few ex-Akanese still alive, no small feat for most, but for him just dumb luck.
With all this information not really telling me what kind of man he was, I deiced to run a test of my own. Knowing Mr. Monk had vowed to destroy the spike (I feel most likely to win him self points with a certain UiT woman) I decided to use it as a test. Taking in mind the fact that CDC was a merc guild, I called Mr. Monk up one day and told him I would be needing an escort for some Helio to Danta K 7 from Odia H 6.
I had hoped he would realize that you could not get Helio in Odia, and then figure out that the only thing we could possibly have down there was the spike, thus forcing him with a moral dilemma. Does he finish the job, or does he kill traders?
I personally guessed and hoped he would pick the latter, after a good many days of moving helio from Helios to Odia all was ready. My team 5 moths, one rag and one hog. Moths bearing, one L mine and one Swarm launcher, all under orders not to shoot unless shot at first, and then to shoot for Monk first with the swarms and use the L mines to form a protective wall as we clustered together. We had hoped to rely on our being all Serco with good faction, the element of surprise, and our little hog pilot.
The convoy took it's time starting off on it's way, CDC wanted to see all of the cargo in our holds before we left, my self and a few others dumped 159 tons of cargo for inspection, and Soulcatcher dumped all of his cargo in 3, 7, 6, 9, and 13 ton increments. Some how from some counting error Mr. Monk decided that we had only hid one ton of cargo from him. I spent much time debating with him over it as Peggy, our hog pilot got in position on the Sedina side of the Odia Sedina worm hole.
Suddenly with out warning, Mr. Monk left us. Again I feel this may have some thing to do with a UiT woman in M 14....
After he left the CDC Lt. that took command was both efficient and non-hostile to our mission, I my self was rather disappointed when we made it safely with our Helio that I could have sold for a much higher price some place else, and then I had to pay the escorts. Then how ever things got humorous.
After we landed Pilot 13 the former CDC member announced his displeasure at having transported the spike to Serco space, what followed was well I have found it to be quite historical. The media quickly picked up on things and when Mr. Monk announced that it was all true and the if he had been there he would have killed us all, well every one believed his account of things.
I found it interesting how no-one ever asked my self or my other personal of ST6 wither or not the information was correct. In all reality, the infamous Spike sat in the same crate it has always been in since I got it, in Odia H6.
The human mind is a funny thing that is for sure.
How ever all this inevitably brings us to the topic of the Spike it's self, another idea propagated by the common people is that a Serco can not use this device, as they believe a Serco can not use an energy focus. Well I'm sure in time they will come to see that all is not so black and white as they would have it be. Until then I must ready more things, and make a few calls to some friends back in Soll II.
25 Oct 4433
Sedina, Daltas Hold.
Log entry 0014
To this day I find my self amused at the mailability of the human mind. One need not lie to some one to make that some one think something that they normally would not. Take Mr. MonkofAkan.
He is young, headstrong, impressionable, and some what egotistical. In short he still has some growing up to do. Now in no way does this make him a bad person, just makes him what he is, inexperienced. How ever, this does not detract from the fact that he is the commander of the CDC guild, and thus leads us too the reason why I met him.
As I'm sure it is well known by now I have the NSI, how ever at the time it was not so well known. From what I could tell Mr. Monk wanted to I guess you could say, find what leverage he had over me with what he thought was fool proof information that I did indeed have the spike. Now of course his information was correct, but with some misinformation and allot of truth I was able to make him doubt what he thought was true in addition to gaining some leverage of my own.
How ever that did not end my you could call it adventures with Mr. Monk, for you see I felt, after our some what chance meeting I should further test what Mr. Monk was made of. I of course did much digging into his past before taking any action. From what I have learned MonkofAkan clams he is an Akanese, most likely part of the remnant from the last visible chapter of the order, the same chapter the deceased Serco hero Borb The Second gave his own life to remove.
Mr. Monk prior to the demise of the small Akanese chapter, resigned his position as an Akanese and took up trading with largely with the UiT, from there he went on to found CDC. It was his luck that the Akanese chapter ended when it did, for if the confusion caused by it's sudden and violent demise had not happened with it did Mr. Monk would have most likely ended up a victim of the same people he once worked for. This makes him of the very few ex-Akanese still alive, no small feat for most, but for him just dumb luck.
With all this information not really telling me what kind of man he was, I deiced to run a test of my own. Knowing Mr. Monk had vowed to destroy the spike (I feel most likely to win him self points with a certain UiT woman) I decided to use it as a test. Taking in mind the fact that CDC was a merc guild, I called Mr. Monk up one day and told him I would be needing an escort for some Helio to Danta K 7 from Odia H 6.
I had hoped he would realize that you could not get Helio in Odia, and then figure out that the only thing we could possibly have down there was the spike, thus forcing him with a moral dilemma. Does he finish the job, or does he kill traders?
I personally guessed and hoped he would pick the latter, after a good many days of moving helio from Helios to Odia all was ready. My team 5 moths, one rag and one hog. Moths bearing, one L mine and one Swarm launcher, all under orders not to shoot unless shot at first, and then to shoot for Monk first with the swarms and use the L mines to form a protective wall as we clustered together. We had hoped to rely on our being all Serco with good faction, the element of surprise, and our little hog pilot.
The convoy took it's time starting off on it's way, CDC wanted to see all of the cargo in our holds before we left, my self and a few others dumped 159 tons of cargo for inspection, and Soulcatcher dumped all of his cargo in 3, 7, 6, 9, and 13 ton increments. Some how from some counting error Mr. Monk decided that we had only hid one ton of cargo from him. I spent much time debating with him over it as Peggy, our hog pilot got in position on the Sedina side of the Odia Sedina worm hole.
Suddenly with out warning, Mr. Monk left us. Again I feel this may have some thing to do with a UiT woman in M 14....
After he left the CDC Lt. that took command was both efficient and non-hostile to our mission, I my self was rather disappointed when we made it safely with our Helio that I could have sold for a much higher price some place else, and then I had to pay the escorts. Then how ever things got humorous.
After we landed Pilot 13 the former CDC member announced his displeasure at having transported the spike to Serco space, what followed was well I have found it to be quite historical. The media quickly picked up on things and when Mr. Monk announced that it was all true and the if he had been there he would have killed us all, well every one believed his account of things.
I found it interesting how no-one ever asked my self or my other personal of ST6 wither or not the information was correct. In all reality, the infamous Spike sat in the same crate it has always been in since I got it, in Odia H6.
The human mind is a funny thing that is for sure.
How ever all this inevitably brings us to the topic of the Spike it's self, another idea propagated by the common people is that a Serco can not use this device, as they believe a Serco can not use an energy focus. Well I'm sure in time they will come to see that all is not so black and white as they would have it be. Until then I must ready more things, and make a few calls to some friends back in Soll II.
Nice article LeberMac... about the spike.... but woefully unaccurate ;)
-Pegasus
-Pegasus
<OOC: Hunh? (Psst- I'm not telling 'ol Faceman what to write...)>
It's a well-known fact that without an energy focus, the spike cannot be made to work properly. Anyone WITHOUT the proper psychic training and superior mental abilities of an itani cannot make the device function.
I've been feeling sick since the device fell into Serco hands, though. I can sense the serco malignant minds attempting to probe its secrets with their clumsy mechanical methods. Although severed months ago, my psychic ties to it are still strong, since Smittens and I were the first two deep-immersion test subjects. Thank Eo that the spike cannot be accessed by those without the proper training.
It's a well-known fact that without an energy focus, the spike cannot be made to work properly. Anyone WITHOUT the proper psychic training and superior mental abilities of an itani cannot make the device function.
I've been feeling sick since the device fell into Serco hands, though. I can sense the serco malignant minds attempting to probe its secrets with their clumsy mechanical methods. Although severed months ago, my psychic ties to it are still strong, since Smittens and I were the first two deep-immersion test subjects. Thank Eo that the spike cannot be accessed by those without the proper training.
Yet Jex's techies got it working, at least on a very rudimentary level. Maybe his Itani personnel was the key...
And he's sniffing around for buyers for his partial tech readout of the bloody thing, or for another chance to recover what he stupidly lost when he tried to punish Joyce with it.
Still, I think we've seen the last of the Spike, since the Serco will never get it to work.
Oh, and Joyce did recover fully from the thing, mainly, I suppose, because her mind hasn't been trained weird like yours ;P
And he's sniffing around for buyers for his partial tech readout of the bloody thing, or for another chance to recover what he stupidly lost when he tried to punish Joyce with it.
Still, I think we've seen the last of the Spike, since the Serco will never get it to work.
Oh, and Joyce did recover fully from the thing, mainly, I suppose, because her mind hasn't been trained weird like yours ;P
It was sabotage, I say! SABOTAGE! -.-
Yes, I would've destroyed the Spike and anyone who was carrying it.
No, I WAS the commander of CDC. This little debacle, plus some others, make me think someone else is better fort the job.
No, not to impress her, just merely rage and what Jex did....
Yes, I would've destroyed the Spike and anyone who was carrying it.
No, I WAS the commander of CDC. This little debacle, plus some others, make me think someone else is better fort the job.
No, not to impress her, just merely rage and what Jex did....
I'm sorry to hear that MoldyMonk, I thought that you were a great commander. The fact that we let the spike slip is frusterating, but above all we preseved our guild's honor and fufuilled our contract. Now that our task is completed, perhaps we can convince ST6 to do the right thing and destroy the spike once and for all (*wink*wink*).
You will allways be CO to me,
-CNH
You will allways be CO to me,
-CNH