"Date? September, Fourth day. A Tuesday. 823 A.S., my what... Sixth day or second week as a Congressman? I lost track."
"If anyone can hear this, don't expect this to be consistent or really very pleasant to listen to."
Violent coughing can be heard in the background, as well as the sound of the user pounding his chest in an effort to clear the supposed congestion.
"Christ, figures. I get congested at this hour of the night. Things aren't too pretty, had a run in with some unknown Kusari vessel, who got angry with me because I dared travel on her secure territory with the rest of the boss' convoy. Not to mention my friend finally revealed herself to the guy looking for her. Not her best work. Blue's still roaming elsewhere, haven't really spoken to it since.... Ever. I didn't sign up for this giant blazing hunk of irradiated scrap pulled right out of Omega-41."
More coughing and chest slapping ensues.
"At least the MND chose to be unusually understanding and actually gather intel rather than demand the boss' convoy to drop their cargo or they get shot. That's something new, an intel branch not going full pirate on us and actually desired an explanation rather than gunfire and cloaking devices. Nomad incursions increase in number at Puerto Rico, from what I've polled, it's always been about the Rift, our resident proto-black hole. Thing's a magnet for all sorts of weird junk. Everyone wants a slice of it, saying it's unnatural, all that jazz. Well, a slice of that and Ari."
The user breathes deeply for a few seconds, before resuming.
"How do I put this... Ari's someone who is very heavily desired by an unknown party that has contacted me and the Congress on 2 different occasions. This guy wants Ari so bad that he's willing to get my friends killed to get at me, in order to get to her. That's how bad he wants Ari. Now she's revealed herself to him over communications channels and has basically given herself away, location and contact info-wise. So much for a former Lane Hacker, huh? Ah, well. At least I can get my brain shoved into a Gammu-built cruiser, if I pay enough and wear their IFF tag. More guns always works, I hope. Same with her, too. She'd probably be more.... Simple to transfer, for reasons I am not willing to specify."
"I've pretty much spewed my stream of consciousness in it's entirety, I'm gonna sleep."
The sounds of a chair creaking as the user gets up is heard, as well as footsteps.
The footsteps are interrupted by the sound of a metal object being dislodged from it's original
location at high velocity, impacting a body in it's trajectory.
What follows is the sound of a body slumping to the floor.
In the distance, a muffled honk can be heard.
<<<Log End>>>
User was banned for: They will know.
Time left: (Permanent)
