birds of prey

[Malious]

A brief crackle comes over the recording then a few thumps on the microphone.

"Well here goes, figured it was time i kept a log of goings on and jobs I've taken recently. to better record my decent into lunacy and or rise to notoriety. One way or another, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I finally traded in my old hawk. Figured it was getting a bit rusty around the edges. I moved up to the Eagle and with time will be getting a roc, all luck withstanding. Problem is I took the bird out on a test drive and ran into a bit of a skirmish with two pilots in Rocs of their own recently. Damn near scrapped me before I could get away.. which for the record I did not get away. They beat my girl up pretty severely and ended up making me need to do a substantial amount of repairs. Suppose its a matter of getting used to her. Though I found much to my chagrin as I was practicing maneuvers out in Sigma 17 earlier there was a fair bit of outcasts that had it in for me. almost like I pissed in someones cereal or some such. Turns out they don't like me all too much. Guess it turned from them assuming I was a free lunch to me handing them their own asses to them downright hating me. Funny how in self defense you can irritate the ever living out of someone simply because you weren't kind enough to grab your own ankles and let em have at it.... Ahh well... all is fair in love and war i suppose..." Malious pauses for a moment. "note to self... irritate the hell out of Liberty and Bretonia and see if they want something blown up."

There is a moment of silence from Malious as the shuffling of papers is heard in the background.

"I think I got a transmission from an admiral recently... Ahh yeah there it is... going to have to reply to her later. all said and done this will be my first pilots journal entry. Figure ill have plenty of stories to tell in the near future. I'm not one for long winded good byes so um... yeah"

The log entry abruptly ends