*voice of young kusar girl, sounds a bit sad, bit nervous*
Konniciwa my dear diary.
I'm abandoned. I'm alone, and it's dark. All what (and who) I ever knew is farther and farther away from me by every second. Only you left. And even I had to delete all previous entries made while leaving the station I can't name now. I might never see mother... and my sisters again. Mother... She did everything she could. She risked her life day by day just to get us the food and the herb. But the herb was never enough. We was often sick. I was training in the simulator harder than any other girl. I wanted to share mother's burden with her as soon as my age allowed it. But it just got worse and worse every day. We was dying. Slowly. Until yesterday.
Mother came home and I could smell the fresh herb on her - what meant a huge catch usually. I was happy, but she wasn't. She told me I have to leave. And she cried. She told me that I'll have to serve a rich kazoku from the land of the herb. I saw than that she had no other choice to keep me alive. I cried too.
...
So here I am now in an empty... transport? It's hard to say. I never saw such before. The size of it suggests transport, but I examined it's build and the guns on it and it looks more like a warship. It drifts in space, powered down, and noone's on it. Just me. Mio.
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Alvado-sama sent a realy brief mail about that he bought a ship, and where do I find it and the access codes for it's dock. But he didn't tell me that it will be empty. And I don't have the clearance to power it up. It's scary here.
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On my journey I was hoping for that the kazoku chose me for my good results in the simulator. Now, crouching in the dark cold bridge of this bakemono I hope he didn't. I'm not sure I could pilot that beast. If piloting is the good word. I can imagine it's even 'commanded' but better... tamed.
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It's frightening. But not that much as the forthcoming meeting with the new taishou. Senor Ramirez Alvado di Vern. I had to learn his name. Mother told me to call him 'senor' as he doesn't likes 'sama' and other kusar words. I wish I could hope he will be nice. I wish I could be more optimistic. It would ease the waiting.
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He will come. He must. ... Noone would leave a ship that expensive just to drift. ... I hope nothing happened to him.
*unintelligible whimpering, gets fainted, than silence for a long time....<forwarding> ... <play>*
*quick breathing*
That's it. I feel in my knees that an airlock activated. That must be him. I hope I don't look too exhausted. I have to look good. *shy laughter* Ahh, and I have to switch you off now before he hears me.
*a 'thud' can be heard like when one let's a microphone slip, than heavy, manly steps approaching*
Ksaa!
*orotund male voice*
Where are you girl? I saw your dinghy in the docks. Don't you try to hide from me... If I wont find you, the sensors will... It's better to...
There you are! You stand on the bridge like that? What the hell were you thinking girl! Get your sweet behind down to the bay and unpack my cargo! I got seven-hundred barrels of maltese Cardi-vine, some of those are more than a hundred years old. They already should be in the cryo-chambers. After it you can start laying the soil.
*machines powering up providing a silent hum for the rest of the recording*
The... the soil sir? *hmpfh* I mean senor. ...sumimas'... I-I beg for forgiveness senor...
What an insolence of you!... There is no point of you to ask for it! You don't even know about the soil? A true di Vern never threads on anything else than the sacred ground of the di Vern islands! I just brought two hundred tons of it. It has to be around all decks on the ship about -that- deep. And hurry up for god's sake! Are you still here? Do you even know who am I!?
Se-senor Ramirez Alvado di Vern sir... I mean senor... B-but senor... how could I move that much soil... senor?
And just what made you think that I am the one who has to know that fledgling? Do you think I'm here to move mud around? I - Ramirez Alvado di Vern - by inborn right, I exist to expand and maintain the influence of the di Vern heritage by telling others what to do. You have a lot more to learn and it will be a painful process I guarantee it. Now freeze my vine! And get my soil!
But seno'...*slap*
Tell it to the goddamn bloody cargo-bots! By now those should be online! I can't believe you don't even know that... you dare to suspect that I, with -MY lineage- will talk to rusty worker devices? Get out of my sight! Now!
*faint whimper and light steps leaving in a hurry*
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This is Ramirez Alvado di Vern! I want you to patch me to Malta-com zero-zero-tango-delta-second - di Vern island zero-one-zero, understood? Wait, wait, yes I do wait.
*computer-generated female voice*
"The Vern residence currently doesn't accept calls. Do you wish to leave a message?"
Yes! This is Ramirez Alvado di Vern! And I'm calling for you Tibault you filth! I'm alive you wretched miserable failure of my blood! You abuse my feelings for you just because you know that I'll never have another son again you insignificant little whelp! You know that I won't kill you you disgusting lice! Fine. But I tell you, you can command a cardi-plantation without arms! I'll have your arms ripped for that! You hear me! Your bloody arms you demented punk! Sending assassins after ME? After your goddamn father! That's one thing. But those repulsively persistent Escorpiones? There isn't a friggin' bead on the friggin' planet where I could sleep one, you godforsaken abject! Your arms will burn for days before I will allow you to dispose them you hear me! Your bloodhounds wont find me where I am now and I will have your arms even if it takes a century!
Disconnect!
Now where is that girl...
*heavy steps leaving, than nothing can be heard for twenty hours when the recording ends - expect ten minutes when droids pour soil everywhere*
Dear diary. I finally found you buried into the soil. So I make a new log-entry.
After a time alone on the command deck of the Hubris Grande, I started to understand why this ship is named like that. It makes me feel invincible while flying around with this bakemono abiding my whim. It's just so hard. It drove me to make wrong decisions. But it's so tempting sometimes... Senor Alvado made it sure that I don't forget the occasions when I was terribly wrong.
I wish I could say the senor is not as bad as I imagined. Well, in some ways he realy isn't. Until his will is fulfilled without any delay. But I must say the experience worth's it. That, and that I live. Not every millionth chick has the chance to fly such an amazing boat, not to mention slaves.
I... I should be grateful after-all. Alone on the deck I feel myself in charge of my fate. That's an illusion of course, but a pleasant one, and I have to hold to it. The senor casts a long shadow, and I must never forget that I'm only a tiny part in it. But... I think the best I can do is to be as useful as I can. And I have every freedom needed for it. What a word... It's better to say that my lord threw me out to space with minimal orders to make money, and to "rob everyone who you can, just for them to feel their place" - as he said. Other than that, he rarely cares about what I do. Unless I make a mistake. That's hard responsibility. I feel the weight of it even if the kazoku doesn't always beats me for the wrong moves. It's a burden. But it also feels... magnificent.