Chronicles of Scorn

[ScornStar]

Flight Log 121 hrs
First Thought Giver of Will, has christened a new program and down loaded it to a Border world Transport. Harvester_03 is now on line. Currently Harvester _03 is mapping trade routes, that yield good profit and short distance. Thereby decrease pirate vulnerability. The route is formatted for maximum profitable stops and increased complexity, thus making it route less predictable. Programs for a Harvester_04 are being written. First thought is now moving from passive resourceing to aggressive resourceing. Logs indicate 1 unsuccessful pirating attempt made thus far will update threat computer and scan for know pirate vessels. Vessels marked Corsair will not be resisted, FTGW sees the Corsairs as valuable associates and thus will make the Harvesters viewed as profitable and cooperative to them.

I have and claimed a number of Navel pilots, gunboat commanders, cruiser commanders, and fleet Admirals. Civilian ships that presented hostility were collected as well. I will go check the data bases of data already being siphoned from the harvested. Newark was not badly damaged in the attack. All mission parameters met, moving to Dundee to Harvest more war minds.

I was looking over the data claimed by the machines integrated into my vessel. I see the normal data, fear emotional responses, anger, commerce, politics, trade routes, base locations, and most of it redundant data. Then I come across one data stream, I could not believe and double checked to be sure. My poor, poor mother, she has been harvested from a Algeria transport headed for Freeport 4. I noted see was slated for data siphoning and then the protein vats, I also noted that there was an error message, and intruder alert sounded on board. I am swiftly torn from my revelry by the behavior control upgrades, that I was blessed with. I move to from the ships main computer, continuing my analysis with a localized data broadcast that all machines serving First Thought are given. I start getting confusing reports of intruder alerts and malfunctions. When I get to the location of the most recent indicator I see that there is a hole cut through the internal bulk head by some kind of industrial torch. I further noticed that who ever the intruder was they had RMD with them. They will pay as RMD is my only link to my past humanity now that my mothers been collected. My brother has other tactical advantages that keep him safe from Gammu. Not to mention a low profile. I run along the catwalks lining the external bulk head faster than I ever could have ran before.

As, I reached my target, I saw that RMD was leaping out of a small maintenance hatch after dropping a frail bald form through it. I ran to the hatch and when I reached it I witnessed RMD carrying my mother over it shoulder, running at speeds I could not match even enhanced as I was. Part of me loathed the betrayal, and part of me applauded. The part of me that applauded was silenced by electrochemical whip that was First Thought Giver of Wills task master. I am now alone.

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