Birth of a captain

[Prysin]

***Incoming Transmission***
**Sender: Capt. Darth Sidious**
*Ship: "Razorspine"*

**Decryption complete**


Neural Net log entry:
January 11th 798 A.S

"Memories, it was all I had. My vision was black, I dont know if I can see at all. Numbness, all over."

-Entry ended-

New Entry made:
January 16th 798 A.S

" I hear a voice. Dark, grumpy but also, excited.
'So, example 55389 is ready?' says the dark voice

'Yes it is, but im afraid he will need more fine tuning. Still he's a marvelous example, maybe the best so far. No problems with the installment of the upgrades' says a light and soft voice

'Good, and his name? We need to give him a name right?' the dark voice says. This time he sounds more, relaxed

'Yes, his old name was Darmos Sidun, were re-naming him Darth Sidious' says the light voice, but now it sounds different. Its excited, joyful, yet anxious.

'Darth Sidious, a name i wont forget, most surely i wont forget' a new voice says. This one is sharp and more quiet.

I feel tired, the numbness is returning. Everything goes black*

-Entry ended-

New entry made:
January 23rd 798 A.S

"I can see now, Its wierd. My vision is better, better then when i was a kid, yet still it feels immature. Im free from my container. Many people lies around me, seemingly sleeping heavyli. Their bleeding.
I try to walk, its too hard, so I crawl along the floor towards the 'The Centre'. Maybe thats the command centre, maybe they can help.
Well 'The Centre' is empty. Theres a guy hanging over a chair, bleeding. He's mumbling; get out, it will blow in 10 minutes.

'Wait, what will blow?'

I use the chair to get up. Im having troubble walking straight, but at least i can walk normally. I feel dizzy and its cold.
Down the hall I find a locker-room. I grab a pilot suit and heads out. I find my way to a hangar, somehow. theres people here, all over. Running towards the ships in there. I hurry, my instincts tell me to run. I walk faster, faster, faster, Im running. Running towards the ships. Im fast, way faster then the others.
I jump into a ship close by. I struggle to start it, finally I find the buttons.... 'Enter Code'

'Wait, whats the code....?'

'7 Minutes to Self-Destruction' a metallic voice sounds

'I start typing... LSFTest66'

'Code Accepted. Engines Operational'

The holo-hud lights up, the once pitchblack windows become transparent with all sorts of status indicators.

'Welcome'
'Defender Mainframe operational'

I start panicing. I made it start, but how to undock, how to fly?
While my panic starts to worsen the ship takes off. I discover that I somehow can make the plane fly by thought only. its wierd, but a the moment its irrelevant to me.
I leave the station and head for what looks like to be a vortex in the middle of nowhere... Ship scanners start going off.

'WARNING approaching Jumphole'

I fly closer

'Danger Jump navigation systems offline. Do not enter the Jumphole'

I command the ship to fire up these 'Jump Navigation Systems'.

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'J.N.S activated'

I fly into the hole. Everything goes black."

-Entry ended-


New entry made:
February 1st 798 A.S

" 'Wake up!'

Someones yelling, I dont know were.

'Pilot are you there?'

Someones on my comms

I try to talk. With a weak, whispering voice I manage to say: Yes

'Good, now try stay alive untill we get you down on the planet'

I start to feel cold. Im bleeding. I start sleeping.

When I wake up, I find my ship being taued by 2 fighters.
They'r bring my ship back to a orange planet. Their accent is funny, im having some troubble understanding them.

At the planet I get dragged into a prison. They ask me lots of questions about origin, who i work for, whats with the ship.

'I dont know anything. I woke up in a place with a lot of pain. I was told by a dying man that the place were to blow up in some minutes and I ran to the hangar and fled. After using a strange vortex in middle of nowhere i ended up here' I replied.

'Hmm, this man, I've seen him before. While he was still a boy' said another man who just entered the room

'Yes, Darmos Sidun, he was a bretonian thief. Known for his uncountable thieveries at planet Leeds' the man said

No, no my name is Darth Sidious, I replied

'Well, Darth Sidious is it? Seems like we may make good use of you' said one of the big guys

Then another man stood up from the shadows

'We welcome you to Malta, Land of the outcasts' he said

They brought me to a new place... This one was filled with young men and a few women. All lined up in pilot suits.

'Welcome to Malta Naval Forces boot camp'
'Here we will whip you into shape. You will be working for us' Said the man in the passenger seat infront

Im gonna become a pilot, and one day, I'll find out what happend to me.

-Entry ended-

New entry made:
June 9th 798 A.S

"Its been a long time since i last saw the fields of Malta. My profession as a Outcast pilot led me into fights all over Sirius. This is wonderful. Im flying a brand new 'Sabre' very heavy fighter. Its handling and looks are amazing. Same is the power and manouverability.

2 Weeks ago I was in a fierce battle with some Corsairs. They are good, but those inbred cannibals is nothing compared to an Outcast. Their skill is not at ace level, but their numbers make up for it. They have some nasty guns too. Darn it, those were crippling my shield too fast, luckily, those ships of theirs are slow and they do little to none hull-damage. Once my wyrms got the shield down, they died rather fast.

After the long fights I was, together with my wing, sent to Newcastle to defend our base there. This proved hard and dangeorus. Not just had the Corsairs come all the way to blow our base up, but also a group of Bretonian policemen, looking for a good fight. This was a bad moment, and we lost many good pilots.
I was lucky, my ship got torn to pieces, but I managed to get docked soon after. Thanks to the great mechanics and a little dose of cardamine, I was ready to fight, and what a fight!!.
For hours we fought, shooting each other to pieces before nailing the cockpits. This proved fun, and it triggered a desire for more.

Upon my return to Alpha we was ambushed by a group of IMG and Colonial ships. Tho battlehardened, and few in numbers we won. But this time we suffered. Tired of fighting, and exhausted from endless hours of flight, a combination leathal to most pilots, we lost 4 of our pilots.
Back at Malta we shed our tears over the loss of our brothers and sisters."

-Entry ended-


New entry made:
June 13th 798 A.S

"Today was a big day, a memorable day. Today I was promoted to a Gunship Captain. Finally me, and a crew of 5 would roam the galaxy wrecking havoc upon traders and Corsairs alike."

-Entry ended-



New entry made:
September 1st 798 A.S

"Carlos, Juan, Perez, Eduardo and I had finally succeded. After almost 3 months of piracy and havoc I was yet again reaping the sweet fruits of my actions. A meeting with one of the higher ups in the Maltese navy. I was ordered to hunt down some petty pirate that had committed treason. Me and my crew went right to work, and just 2 days after we found his ship floating in Eta, but something was wrong. The ship was battered, and burnmarks on the hull suggested that he had been hit by a strong plasma or laser weapon of some kind. While inspecting the ship we saw a signal on the radar, but it dissapeared as soon as it emmerged.

'What was that?'

Ill never rest before Ill find the answer"

-Entry ended-




New entry made:
September 29th 798 A.S

"Today I witnessed a Great Spirit. Such a marvelous sight, such beauty and power, all combined. I wish I knew more about them. They facinate me and Im deeply honoured by even their briefest appearance"

-Entry ended-

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