Paradise Lost

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Entry: 0075ABY-NA39
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: Eyes Wide Open

I... I hadnt been this close to death in a while. There was an explosion in the cargo hull, apparently a short ignited some fuel from a leaky container. I had just been in there minutes before hand. Upon dogging-down the hatch between the hull and the rest of the ship - it happened.

The explosion was so large it blew the door off and knocked me away with it. I had hit my head up on the far bulkhead, about 15ft from the doorway, and was knocked out. When I came to, trader had already tended to my wounds, one of which had a piece of shrapnel 2inches wide that went in3 inches deep.

I had lost a lot of blood, and needed some quick. It seems like my luck never fades, for Trader was also a gunship medic in one of his past lives. He had stitched me up good and gave me 1.5 pints of his own blood to boot.

Again, I find myself in his debt.



Entry: 0075ABY-NA41
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: Honor Calls

I was never one to shy away from my duties or responsibilities. And have always paid my debts in full - never once shy of a marker. To that end, I have decided to stay with Trader - as a Life-Debt - for all that he has done for me - without any hesitation on his part. I only hope that one day; I may do the same for him.

If there ever there was a time I believed in Guardian Angels and the stuff of Ancient Earth, I would say that, that time is now and that one is here.



Entry: 0075ABY-NA47
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: Tears of an Angel

Alast another skirmish, this time, with a Pirate. Again, attacking the trade lane we were in, disrupting it, he broadcasted across all stations, that he is to tax us for his "protection" while in this system. Which was of a high price; one trader was not willing to bear.

While he and trader bantered over the price of such protection, I raced to the turret chair. Traders turret chair had seen better days - it no longer had any panels and was exposed to the cold darkness of space. One would have to wear a space suit in order to use it.

I had dawned my suit and head into the chair and caught the last of traders transmission - That he would pay no such fare, then the comm went dead and Trader kicked on the cruise engines to run. We had taken several hard shots, but managed to escape. When I was sure we were clear, I returned to the bridge.

Trader was in bad shape the Pirate managed to get off a couple shots into the bridge. Shrapnel laden Traders body; so much so, that you could not see any flesh. He knew this time his ticket had been punched.

I had seen many fall before, none of which stirred any thoughts or emotions. This one was different. I had seen Trader as not a comrade, nor a mentor, but something different all together. He was family now. And only the trouble of family can tear on one like this. More so, I had not the experience in this arena before; of having to deal with these emotions.

Trader had the face of a warrior, facing down death fearlessly. My words of support fell upon him with slight comfort; his face tells of the extreme pain he was in. In his final attempt to speak, I was asked that in my search for home, that I be true to myself and follow the path that is seldom traveled. And by doing so, will be the way that I find peace within and hope for Mankind; as we are in Dark Ages now.
The last of his words were slightly above babbling, that I could not make out. I had accepted his wishes, to make them my own.

I laid trader in come canvas from the hold, and wrapped him well. At the nearest star, I ejected his body out of the hold and watched, what seemed like hours, his body gravitate towards the star. His body was engulfed and emitted a strange flare, as if his soul was saying goodbye one last time.

I never asked his true name, and he never called me out about calling him Trader that was the way of him. I am stronger now for having known him and will carry out his wish to the best of me.

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"The meet between Good and Evil will be his darkest, yet finest, hour;
In his battle he will need to take unto him justice, for his armor, and righteousness as his blade;
All that is unholy will be destroyed, so that Mankind may begin anew;
So that the Evil that once was will again, never be...."