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The Plague Logs - Marburg - 06-30-2007
Fer about a day & a half now (off & on) I've been bein' a thorn in the side of not just them Spa & Cruise yahoos, but Planeform, AND the B-Hunters too.
I tell you what though...them hunters are stubborn fellas. Maybe it's 'cause I spent so much time tradin' w/ 'em, that they just don't want to let it end with me...I dunnknow.
Up ta now, y'all still know about as much as I do in regaurds to my whole sitchiation, but, I keep havin' these moments that even Latin don't have the words ta decribe. (& them ancient Roman fellers had a word fer litterally EVERYTHING)
Now all this blood-huntin' I've been doin' of late ain't givin' me a very warm feelin' in my tootsies, but, everytime I shoot me down one 'o them orniery hombres, it just feels...well,...right.
But I KNOW I ain't a bad Man.
not too long ago today, when I was on the way ta 86'n me some planeform nuggets, I noticed a feller on my radar 'bout 11 klicks away, & just let him be.
5 minutes later, while I was kickin' back, just letting the autopilot take me home, that fella was still in about the same spot.
Now, in my new neck 'o the woods...there ain't many people around you don't recognize, & I was startin' ta feel a might territorial. I wasn't lookin' ta kick sand in the fellas face or nothin' I just wanted ta see if I could help him get un-lost.
I dialed him up in the neural net & offered up my standard niceities, & he invited me ta join-in on the square dance he was havin' w/ a rather large number of Gnats.
Now, I admit I ain't more than a marginal pilot these weeks, but, I don't care who you are: If ya can't fight fair, then, ya can't fly in my sky.... Them Police dudes was just pickin' on this guy, & I aimed ta restore some balance.
This fella named 'Kelow' really stirred up a hornet's nest, & it took a fair lot of work fer us ta clear up our radar. (like I said before, I ain't a cockpit superstar.)
Anyway, we had a visit, & he seems ta want to check on his odds of makin' nice w/ my Kin.
Now, part 'o what I can't rightly explain to y'all is that lately I've been catchin' brief glimpses of how the gingham of the universe is stitched together, so, I saw no problem with offerin' Kelow a safe place ta dock.
My logic bein' that the Gaian's are together, what they can't be alone.
If this guy can hold his own w/ 'em, then, I got no problems w/ learnin' a new name around Islay.
The Plague Logs - Marburg - 06-30-2007
Cheese & H. Rice, I'm havin' a hoot of a time today!
I went & volunteered fer a mission I knew was gonna require my full attention, but, I just didn't give it...I kept swatting them cop fellas out of the air as best I could, but they're just SO DAMN flibbertygibbit when they fly, that I'm about to snap into a slim jim as I think back on it.
...::urp:: (pardon my digression) Anyway, I shoulda been payin' attention back when I was getting my orders, but NOOOO! I had ta be thinkin' of Rhiannon Von Redhead or somesuch, 'cause after I was pattin' myself on the back fer a job well done, Islay radioed to me that it just ain't so.
I went to where they told me ta continue, & I flew straight into a smeggin' Gnat Sub-Station!! (I told y'all I waddn't payin' attention) Anyway, I rolled w/ the punch, ignored all the Lawmen, & just blew that hogified kiosk of theirs away.
I should, in all honesty, admit ta y'all that at this point, I'm already 10 minutes into thinkin' I'm past dead & just didn't hear the other boot drop....Then...outta nowhere, the young Ms. Ebola Kentigearna comes flyin' outta the sunlight like the smeggin' calvary, & straight through the wreckage 'o the fella I just couldn't get a bead on...the pennies fell outta my eyes straight away, & we both shortly squared that whole sector empty.
She really saved my bacon:)
The rest of my time w/ her was when the "hoot" part of my day started:
She gave me a cock-eyed look when I told 'er I didn't know the 'Chester' shortcut ta Newcastle, so she pointed the way, & we sache'd on our merry...
In route ta Skye, we kept havin' ta speak rude ta all manner of folk, (Molly's & Hunter's & cops..oh my!)
& I gotta tell ye: I don't EVER wanna be on her bad side, I've finally SEEN that Dog bite!
We went & had a grand 'ol time together just lookin' fer people ta shoot back at, & all the while I kept thinkin' it was like chasin' rabbits.
Well, I took a breather on Skye since then, & started to log all this. Now that I had me some time to simmer down, I'm begining to wonder: now that I've stopped tradin' for a living & had a REAL taste of blood, I'm wonderin' if it might be the same blood type drippin' from the razor I fell off of.
I dunnknow, I'm just sayin'. ...........See y'all tomorrow
The Plague Logs - Ophiuchi - 06-30-2007
Encrypted: Location classified.
Ebola to Dengue:
Laddy, whatever ye put in the youngun's pint, it sure enough scrambled his memory banks!
When I arrived to pull his withers out o' that fookin' BAF hornet's nest, he was hammerin' away at 'em with those bleedin' spray 'n pray chain guns, of all things. I woulda laughed, but I was too busy keepin' me own arse from gettin' sprayed by 'im. He calmed a bit as the night progressed, and learnt how to sqeeeze the fookin' trigger at least.
'tmust be the green smell about 'im.. we attracted all sorts of baddies in Newc'sle. A wreck in Chester yielded some o' those buggerin' big splitters to replace some o' those toy guns o' his. Now the blighter will have to learn aim as well as trigger control.
And flyin'? Gaia, what a mess. He'd be pottin' from a dead stop until his shields were dwindlin', then finally be decidin' a little for'rd motion might be in order. Nature spirits preserve us! Don't think he's remembered how to be strafin' atall yet.
When we pulled up at Skye, ol' Mac was still yammerin' about some bar tart on Islay, so I got me own room and didn't invite 'im in. It's up to 'im to decide if we were ever sweet on each other. I can live wi' it either way.
There's hope, Dengue. A wee bit more of the light seeps into those addled brain cells, and he might be rememberin' he was a Pack Dog. If he'll ever be the Alpha again, I'm still not kennin'.
Gaia's love,
Kentigearna
The Plague Logs - Marburg - 07-01-2007
Y'all know I ain't shy about admittin' some of my faults, but of late, I feel EVERY SINGLE one of 'em weighin' down on me like ten diffrent types of lead.
Like when I fight fer instance: I can hear that voice in my head (ya know, the one that, up to now I try not ta listen to) barkin' orders at top volume as ta what I should be doin'... & I do my best when I find myself up to my neck in a pit full of razorblades, but I don't seem ta be able to get my head & my hands ta play nice together.
"DAMN! I'm a p*ss-poor pilot!" I yell at myself in the cokpit as my shields & hull go down next ta nothin' as I'm tryin' to let more Outcasts then I can count know that they ain't welcome to set camp in Edinburgh.
"Burg..." my head now replies to me in the most zen-ish tone I ever heard, "I don't want to die again."
..............Sometimes I forget I'm not the only one I'm responsible for.
"Just relax & breathe...bank right, exhale, & pull the trigger." I did...& just like that, one fella flew right into Hell.
I tractored in his batteries & put 'em to immediate use, while I did my utmost ta keep the sounds 'o my now bleedin' boat down to a dull roar.
"I know your a p*ss-poor flyer...but, if we don't survive this: Urine alot of trouble."
Everybody's a smeggin' comedian. I'm a hoot...I crack myself up...I slay me...I...
..."That last part isn't funny."
Well, I'm tryin' ta be!
"Try harder."
"That's one of your problems: your mind wanders too much." .............."To your left...and.....NOW!"
Just like that, another fella goes hellways, followin' that first fella I mentioned a second ago.
"Ebola can only help you so much...having firepower & being able to draw blood when you bite doesn't matter if you can't even get your teeth wrapped around some flesh....Down, & bank again to the left, please...Not to mention that, if you don't get it together, She, & the other Dogs will be forced to wash their hands of you."
"I gotta go...I think you can take it from here."
BUT I'M STILL SURROUNDED!!! I yell to the top of my cockpit.
"Good...you can attack from any direction then."
& just like that, I was alone again in my head with a fair bit of work ta do on all sides 'o me.
The Plague Logs - Marburg - 07-02-2007
Hey y'all, I'm gonna keep it real short 'cause I'm in some sorry shape right now.
My ship is down in the shop right now, & fer all I know, won't even be ready 'till tomorra.
I got a gash in my side that's partial ta bleedin' no matter how much pressure I apply to it...My nose is broken from the chunks of console that blew up in my face...& I can't go down to the bar 'cause if I drink anything it'd probably just flow straight outta my previously afore-mentioned gash.
But, I avoided gettin' fireballed, & I'm still alive.
By the by y'all, sometimes I forget that I ain't the only one here in these parts readin' my humble little journal, & up to now, on occasion, I tend ta change my words around in my previous entries ta better get my point across to myself (I'll be doin' my best from now on ta not do that)...Fer those that might have a hankerin' to spend some time ya ain't gettin' back, I invite y'all to mosey over & have a look-see.
I gettin' woozy from all this thinkin' & I reckon it's time fer me to collapse.
The Plague Logs - Marburg - 07-02-2007
I'm layin' in bed w/ may hands behind my head, listening to the wireless, & doin' my best to mend.
As per my usual, I ain't doin' too well.
I decide ta make my way to the Doc's so he can spackle up my ribs, & afterwards decide to stop by the parking lot ta gander at my boat. .....It's fine now.
& Since I'm out & about before my mornin' groomin' ...I gingerly climb a ladder to the nose of my Viper & scrape some mornin' skin off my teeth & wipe it there as a reminder ta myself how lucky i've been this week.
I figure ancient sayins' survive 'cause they tend ta ring true no matter how many lifetimes the Universe forces ya to live.
Well, Life comes at a price, & I'm gonna head back ta cabin, take a painkiller, & get ready to go skyways, so I can practice my aim a spell before Gaia sends another mess 'o bill collecters my way.
The Plague Logs - Ophiuchi - 07-02-2007
The lowest level of Glendale Station was small and dark. The Station itself tapered towards the bottom, and most of the lower levels were used for storage. However, one unmarked door opened immediately to Ebola Kentigearnas soft knock.
Hannah Lassa gave Ebola a quick hug and peck on the cheek as she entered the small, nondescript room. The room was empty, except for a small table and four chairs. Hannah and Ebola joined Dengue Connor at the table.
So, the lads gone and bunged himself up, eh? asked Dengue. He seemed distracted. He had a document before him which had the distinctive planet symbol of the Green Front at the top.
Ive made subtle enquiries at the Islay Med station. said Ebola. Hell mend. But thisll sure set back any thought of his takin the fookin shortcut to Hell. What of the rest of the pack?
Theyre leavin the matter to us, Moira. said Hannah in her soft brogue. The two of em are still swappin spit under cover on Belfast, and cant be fookin bothered until ol Burg either comes to his full senses, or gets is bloody self killed in the process.
Well, were runnin out o time! said Dengue in frustration. Either the lad learns to focus on something other than floozy barmaids, or well have to cut im loose. The Green Front aint gonna wait much longer while we dally about bringin McEwan up to speed.
Right then. Ill go roust him and put a few more bees in his fookin bonnet, for all the good itll do me! said Ebola as she rose and turned to the door. I dont even hanker te ken what the Green Front wants. The less I know, the better.
May fortune and Gaia smile on ye, sister. said Hannah Lassa to the closing compartment door. Ebola was already gone.
The Plague Logs - Marburg - 07-03-2007
I started my day on a few painkillers, & headed out ta find me a better shield. I waddn't havin' any luck, but I found my way to Freeport 10 & was havin' a great time on the way...the northwest side of Sirius is a bad neighborhood, & maybe it was my frustration of late, but, I brought down every feller that spoke rude ta me in short order.
Now, I ain't braggin'...I don't have the right... & them Sabre pilots up there know how ta hit where it hurts, (& hurt me they did) but, like the sayin' goes: "It ain't braggin' if you can do it."
I'm the one still alive, & I feel good.
Anyway, this don't suprise me anymore like it used to, but, Ms. Ebola Kentigearna pops in my sky & we spent the day together.
She took more than fair amount 'o time schoolin' me on the finer points of flyin' & she led me to a place where some people she knows could cut me a deal on a new boat. (Carina...Carnia...oh hell, I gotta look it up in my map.)
Anyhoo, I haggled me a mean-lookin' Talon.
Ebola offered up the shield I was lookin' fer, & some proper blood-drawers on the condition that I pay fer the drinks, & after a pitcher or two, we went out 2-steppin' for some trouble.
Found trouble we did: By Dublin, we got ourselves swarmed by Molly's a number of times, & since I aim fer manners, before My & Ebola's FIRST rumble, I opened a channel to 'em & said: "Howdy Wolfhounds, we're Der Pesthunde." (I don't know why...sometimes my mouth just likes to run off on it's own.)
If I told y'all I was efficient in all my killins' that tale would be taller than most of the buildings over on Manhattan, but, with Ebola by my side, we shot down my first 3 gunboats!:)...it woulda been 4, but one of 'em ran after we kicked him in the nethers enough times. (& those buggers are tough, believe you me.)
Smilin' from ear to ear, & honestly, feelin' more comfortable in my skin than I have since the Underhattan,
Ebola & I docked on The Hood to celebrate.
It would be fair ta say we had ourselves another pitcher each, & we had a ball just shootin' pool, throwin' darts, & just yammerin' bout nothin.
By closing time I was too drunk ta fly home, so the two of us got one room, & the rest of how good my day was ain't none 'o y'alls business.
The Plague Logs - Ophiuchi - 07-03-2007
Ebola to Hannah:
Greetings, Sister.
If yeve accessed young Mars recent log entry, Im sure theres a few questions spinnin in yer mind.
Ill answer the obvious one first: Showin a few new freckles to a lad with a snoot full and a gash in his side the size of a fine Irish potato wont get ye much. But I did take pity on im and let im play spoon to me fork. The feel of a warm breath ticklin me neck again felt as fine as ever, though.
As to the rest o his tale, theres a chapter or two he didnt include that almost had yer dear Ebola pushin up the daisies. When I first kenned him up in 37 pottin at Outcasts, I considered takin him along to shop for that two-level shield upgrade he still hadnt found, and some bangers to stress the shields of others. I quick put the kibosh on that idea, though.
Id made it all up through Lewis, Orkney, and 23, and Mar is still dancing with those sabres in 37. Hes also goin on about not havin the coords to Delta nor Gamma; so I can tell hell just slow me down. You know Im not the shoppin type as tis, and I like to get it over n done; so I save the lad a bit o grief by suggestin that he just head south and meet me on the Hood when Im done.
Heres where the daisies come in, Hannah. I kenned that the quickest way to get that trip over n done with would be through some space not yet on me own maps, only rumored at. So I jumped into 44, and was relieved to find it quiet and serene.
That was my last calm breath for a bit, gal. 65 and 63 were both ugly as sin, and I was out of counters n batts by the time I got to Chugoku, ruddy GC and Dragons houndin me like the Devil himself the whole way. I danced through to Tohoku, and was able to charm some batts off a few sleepy Dragon patrols there before continuin down into Delta, where those buggerin blue slugs took over and hounded me some more.
I check in wi Mar, whos still only halfway to Orkney; and hes kennin Im on some sort of joyride. I inform him that hes due a solid smack to his noggin as well as owin me several kegs of Guinness by now, and I limp into Primus empty of repair parts again. Those hairy critters had is shield in stock; which is more than I can say for the fookin sairs. Id already checked Yaren fer them Tizzies with no joy, and ran all over Gamma before I finally found a brace on Tripoli.
Well, Hannah, as all the dancing and runnin and searchin has slowed me up some, I tell Sir Dawdle to get his duff out of the bar on the Hood and risk his own nether parts a bit by meetin me at Canaria. (Uh, wheres that again? Fook!) I ken Ill be spending a small fortune in repairs and parts getting myself through 41 and 47, so its the least he can do.
Well, I had a bit o luck. 41 was quiet, and that ugly star only sizzled a bit of me hull away. In 47, a whole gaggle o Bounty swine and Hessians were chasin each others tails, and I was able to sashay past em wi nary a care.
The rest o the tale will ha to wait, Hannah, as the groanin and upchuckin noises from the loo ha subsided, and Im holdin Mar to his vow to buy me breakfast, whether he can stomach the site o it or no.
And, I need to cover these freckles fer another time, as his eyes may have uncrossed enough to actually see em.
Yours in Gaia,
Ebola
The Plague Logs - Marburg - 07-03-2007
Just 'cause I'm asleep don't mean nothins' goin' on:
I'm playin' pool with some baby seals, & I'm payin' more attention ta how they hold their cues w/ their flippers than all the shots the're makin' offa me, & I'm probably gonna loose the the bag of toenails the game is riding on.
Half of a dead celebrity comes crawlin' in the barroom trailin' blood on the floor from her torso like a slug, & tugs on my pants leg ta get my attention.
"There's a guy by the back window that wants to speak to you."
I smiled down to her much obliged, & scoop her up by her armpits & plop her on the table, & she starts playin' piano on a lunchpail. The baby seals got all offended & left in a huff ta go clubbin'.
I mosey over to the table by the window..."Howdy Me."
'Hey Dude' I smile back at myself. 'I'm proud of you...take a seat & have a drink w/ me.'
I pull up a chair & the waitress from The Sh*tland saunters over & sets two cans of motor oil in front of us.
"Thank yew Darlin'" I tell her in the most cool & manly fashion I could muster. She doesn't say anything, she just smiles that smile of hers at me that makes me feel like my guts aim ta fall floorways & be grateful about it. As she walks away, she shows me how pretty her middle finger is, but, I'm too busy noticein' somethin else 'o hers that's awful pretty.
'Knock it off.' I tell myself, 'You can't trust her.'
"Why not?"
'Because I don't trust her.'
"Don't p*ss down my back an tell me it's rainin'" I finally turn & say to myself. "You best stop playin' w/ me like a fiddle, & say what you gotta say!"
'....... ::sigh:: Alright then.'
'To make it simple, & put it in terms you can understand, ...She's some smarmy folk.'
'everytime she looks at you & smiles, You get that sinking feeling in your stomach, yeah?'
"Yep" I nod.
'That's 'cause she'd sooner disembowel you than go out with you.'
....???..."I don't follow yeh."
'Remember when I let you know about the Blood Cells & the Clotters?'
"yep"
'Well, she's an Antigen.'
'I'm not going to give you a biology lesson, so, just know that antigens esentially create the proper conditions for a virus to enter a cell...When the Green Front wants to assasinate someone, sabotage something, or generally spy around, they send an Antigen. ......I can't stand them, 'cause, in my opinion, they don't have any honor, but, they are useful in the respect that they can preceed a Plague Dog Attack like a harbinger, & make our jobs a little easier.'
'Dengue assigned her to you, & she's the one that dumped you on Manhattan.'
"WHAT?!?!?!"
'You heard me'
"WHY!?!?!?!"
'I'm not going to tell you yet.'
"YOU SMEGGIN' BAS*ARD!!!" I jump up & growl, thowin' my chair across the room.
'It's not going to do you any good to get mad at yourself.'
My other self calmly gets up ta face me, smiles, & slugs me across my jaw....& just like that...I woke up.