Name:Parker, Avril Associated Division:Special Operations and Armed Reconnaissance Division Birth:Sevenhundredninetynine After Settlement, location unknown - eventually Los Angeles Height:Somewhat around 5'1" Eye:Green-Hazel
'Hoy. About time getting over my previous versions.
Life with the Legion proved to be the right decision so far. People are less corrupt. Hm. Or not corrupt at all.
Already scandalized two or three times over the way I used to live my life before. Habits are not that easy forgotten.
Anyways. Finally got all my hardware relocated from Mactan to Leniex. God was that some hard work. Did not knew I had -that- much. We filled two Dromedaries full of monitors, external drives, discs, hacking devices and all the rest of my stuff. Got half a dozen Legionaries to help me transporting all that into my quarters. Steel hardened, muscular bodies. Soldiers sweating in their shirts moving my boxes around. Got me an ice and watched.
Just need to retrieve now the Noise-V-disk from Fargo.
New quarters are fine. Though I will need more space later. Definitly. Whilst moving in I had time to check around and came by the warehouse section. And God be my witness I will order at least half of the hardware they have there. They got a Void-Zeppelin server-link and I saw at least four Hartekker-Interruption-Devices. With that kind of crap I could really finish programming Sarah finally.
Oh. Sarah. I need to upload her after I have equipped this rooms to my likings. Hope the people here will not being dramatic over it. Again. Like yesterday. As I uploaded this tracker signal to keep up with my location on the holo-map of this station I downloaded. This station is freaking huge. However... it had produced a little... -issue- with the doors on my floor. Locking them down and such. Trapping various people.
I hope they will forgive me now that I erased the signal and they rebooted the system to its original status. Those people are really strict with all their rules and discipline. Heck. I keep forgetting I am with a military now.
Note: Do not use temporarily setted up networks for serious work.
Hm. I am needed to attend Flight Training for the -Special Operations and Armed Reconnaissance Division-. To -make me combat ready and battle hardened- they said. Tsk. Do I look like a soldier? No. I do not. But Daniels said I should not make such a drama about it. Because when I die in the fields, I cannot be here and work on my projects. Kind of right he is.
Interesting side-note: So I am Star Captain by rank. And all those Privat First Class refer to me as a commanding officer. And then are shocked when I tell them that I technically am, but basically not. Leaves the question if they had already their lesson about command structure.
So... I believe my ticker is trying to say me that I am late for today's class. I hate training. But I really like the people.
Note: Send in the missing parts of your Enlistment-papers this week.
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'Hoy again. Terrible days I tell you. Training class was a total disaster. Managed to get two Sabre destroyed by uncontrolled drifting into one of my wingmates crafts. Instructor said the greatest danger to his pilots out there being me. Damnit. Tsk. I told them I am not a soldier. But does anyone listen to me? Of course not. However. Today is Flight Training again. This time private lesson the Instructor said, just the two of us will be out there. Security measures. We will see how that goes.
But not that it is the end of the line for that day. Managed to get my Sabre assigned for patrol destroyed somewhere in the Texas-System. On my first official flight. Kinsey said I should not take this all too serious. But what can I say. I shredded three ships in one day. Cannot imagine other people made it that far. At least nothing in the logs about that. Aye. I looked it up in the logs.
Nonetheless I got me a brand new ship the very same day. The trust those people put into me is awful. This time tried to localize one of that navy satellites in N-York-System. Failure. I still believe to remember that I had marked earlier that week at least two of those. Looks like the navy folks found and removed my tracker signals. And with my extraordinaire mapping skills I was of course not able to get their positions again. Think I will have to actually ask people. Again. Some Freelancer had helped with searching, but all we found had been some depots by Deep-Space-Engineering. Which suit not really for infiltrating the military network. Still deployed software to track the local traffic. At least something accomplished that day.
Structuring my quarters worked out rather difficult. Missing room for all my hardware. Kinsey is a honey, helped me organizing it at least to the extend I can now finally start to actually work here. Made a list what I all need to order from the warehouse two levels below. With the new technics I should be able to spare some space. Right now my quarters have more the feeling of a server room as of an actual living room. Hm. Not that it had been different back on Mactan.
Tried to contact Fargo. Not to reach that bastard is. Will have to hit Cochrane by myself as it seems.
Oh and. The quartermaster ordered me to see my commanding officer for a -talk- about the -accident- with me uploading software into the stations network. I foresee that will not end well. For me. God.
What a day.
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'Hoy. So much to tell. So much happened. I do not know where to start even. Illaria been nice to me. She is a sunshine. Helped me moving in to Leniex again after my time absent. Caused by random rage from random people. Important people. People I do not know the names of, or have forgotten. That is more likely. I remember there was some issue with me intruding the stations network. Hm. Lots of blackouts here. I know I have gotten Sarah out of the systems software again to have her stored on my personal neural uplink, but other than that. Not much. Spent a lot of time in the Neural-Net. Time is relative there. Seems I am still a Legionnaire. Much to my surprise I was offered the possibility to keep working on the projects started back the days I have been with the Legion first. Looks their technicians could not figure out the sequences behind the code I wrote. That is not surprising though. Sarah finds that quite funny.
So I was told the -Special Operations and Armed Reconnaissance Division- is no more, but that will not stop me from just doing what I have done before. It is not that I magically turned into a soldier anyways. They are really obsessed with soldiers. Freaky. There is this new V-Series that replaced my Sabre. I think they call it Prosecutor. Got me one. Lets see how this ship handles my ambitious style of drifting the rifts. But I get the feeling I will have to order me a new one quite soon.
Hm. Kind of conflict going on up the place 'Stefania lives. Hope she is okay. Hm. Maybe I should visit her. Been invited quite a while ago. I just fear I get lost on the way up there. My marvellous map reading skill never fails me on that kind of runs.
Anyways. Now it is time to arrange my quarters again. All the hardware. It got remarkable less since my last stay on Leniex. Past two years been a blessing in regard to unification of the various device standards and internode links that have been the reason for me to need exorbitant amounts of different technics. It is still lots of stuff. I really wonder when I obtained all that. And where from. I cannot remember. And Sarah refuses to tell me. Hm. Question is why.
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'Hoy. Legion is restructured. People gone. People come. Quite some rotation at Leniex these days. Keeping them away from the quarters I occupied to set up a proper workplace turns out really challanging. Took the freedom to log into the station networks rearranging the assigned apartments. So for now I got the level for my own. Huah.
The hell they have been thinking to drop soldiers down to my deck anyways. Having them all swarm around distracting me from work. That way nothing will get done. And I finally wanted to resume where I once was forced to stop.
Out of interest I tried to find out more about the turnaround Legion is undergoing. Illaria is appointed Lord Commander now. That must be reason why she is so obnoxious serious lately. Really narky. Screening the files more thorough, I could read about a promotion that was given to me. Entry read Major. But Illaria revoked that and put me back to Lieutenant. What a witch. Sarah approves my conclusion. I sincerely hope I do not have to see her the next days. Or weeks. Better be months. I really thought her to be a nice person. When I remember how she covered me as I fetched my Cardamine supply from Mactan. Or how we enjoyed each others presence outside Leniex. The days we shared bed as my quarters had not been finished for me to move in. And now?
However. Have to move on and cannot have Illaria in her delusional chase for power hold me back.
I contacted that woman. Angela I think is the name. Sure it is. Corino. But she has not answered me yet. Just like 'Stefania. It is like everyone is suddenly soaked into oblivion.
At least that leaves me with some more time to arrange myself within this station again. But given Illarias latest mood changes, I might not be here for long. I will see. Sarah said I should not make myself too comfortable with this place. But I do not want to go. Not again. Here is my home now. And this time I will stay.
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'Hoy. No more -Special Operations and Armed Reconnaissance Division- they said. No more fostering my own agenda they said. No more interaction with the people involved into any Cardamine affairs they said. And the hell I am to survive without my supply?
Have been in the Neural-Net minding my own business, as Sarah shot an alarm signal to me. About Leniex set to security levels Four to have me locked in. I have done a quick run through the files to see what caused this situation. And I found Serbanu had initiated what she was always speaking about. To screen Legionaries and to clean Legions ranks from all undesired persons. Obviously I am one of those. Time is ticking. Have not had the time to get most of my equipment, but my notepad, the failsafe-cards, all the holo-cartridges, the uplink-connectors, the Noise-disk. And was able to catch me one of the Hartekker-Interruption-Devices. Sarah uploaded the Noise-V prototpye sequence into Leniex main server to ensure all data linked to my projects gets deleted. Could not care less if that will have the whole net-system implode. Sarah is besides herself and insures all traces of my visit will vanish the nothingness that is left once the V rundown is completed.
Rendered the rest of my technics impractical. Always knew those Spintronics shells I took from Fargo will prove useful one day.
And that is all her fault, Illarias fault. Treacherous witch will ruin what is left of the Legion after the latest command shift.
Anyways. Was a close run. The interferences caused by the V bought me enough time to jump my Prosecutor and thanked to Sarah I could use the timeframe between the decryption of the code into the stations network and its complete shutdown to override hangar door systems to make my escape.
Once I found a place to stay for now, I will have a more detailed look into what actually happened there at Leniex.
I have to call 'Stefania.
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'Hoy. What cycle I live in? The last years course circling Sirius star is done already? I must have spent weeks now within the Neural-Net. Just not connected when I was getting me something to eat or showering. I think I was even sleeping whilst connected. I must have. I got intense loads of information inserted through my cortex-uplink several times, data from activity done by Sarah when I was asleep. And by the gods is she fast. Gathered seven times the amount of information I am able to screen through in the same time. And I got really good at that by now. It hurts to no end having all this uploaded into my consciousness within seconds.
Anyways.
Contacting Anje did not work out as expected, mainly because she was not even considering to answer my communication, by the looks of it. And I have an eye on that, who is reading the transmissions and who is just screening through and then not turning an eye on it anymore.
But I was able to reach 'Stefania finally. Told me to shoot a message towards the GID to have me taken up and brought to Corsica. Told me I will be given every means to conduct my business, will not be disturbed, will not be questioned, will not be pursued otherwise. It sounds good. It sounds promising. It is the same she told me for nearly over a decade now, yet it never sounded as inviting as it did the last time. I was even given a pass so I will not have to hack through the security-locks on the Sanctum, as I usually did. Which is a new.
I need more time. Time I do not have, but this time I will take for myself. Thinking about what had happened and what is going to happen. What options I got. What is the way to go.
I have to call Illaria.
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'Hoy. Had to call Illaria. What a mistake. That conceited witch did not answered my communication. Or she is just imbecile and cannot handle her transmitter console. Both cases are likely. And this wicked girl is running the Legionaries. That way nothing will change for any good with Liberty, if lucky, the current inapt system will be replaced with yet another one lead by her mentally challengedness. But enough about her. Enough about the Legion. A failed experiment to rescue what was left of the Republic, and they even failed to hold up to their very own standards, now trying to enforce a social system upon their own ranks just like the current libertonian government did for the last decades. The government the Legion claims to fight against. Which they call corrupt and unsocial. They are not any better. Not at all.
Anyways. That is not of interest anymore. I found a very intriguing information on the Sanctum records. As it looks, Mosquito squadron of the Maltese retrieved something that, by what I could read about it, sounds quite familiar to the first hardcoded draft of Sarahs AI which I once lost as it gone rogue and disappeared into the universes void. If that is true, then I finally can retract the lines of code that ran away my mind so long ago. Which will return in the possibility to finally create a hybrid mind. That would be frakking awesome.
Take that, Serbanu. Something you will never have or get your hands on, as the Ghosts know how to keep this away from you and your worthless self-proclaimed soldiers.
Hm. Other than that, 'Stefania seems to sent out third-party individuals to search for various persons or gear. That is not how I recollect how she used to act. She became quite the Administrator she so very much despised over the past years. What an interesting turn, destiny really is not what one is to choose on one's own behalf.
I wish I could speak about that with the one referred to as Corino, Sarah even more, but that girl still is not responding. Maybe I should try to contact her once more.
So next on the list, getting to maltese territory without being shot down. Oh, and I eventually should have a talk with the libertonian naval divisions before my departure. Have to use the chance to punch Illaria in her face for being what she is. A traitor to the idea. A rich-born upper-class malicious piece of frakking trash.
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