Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 060
Date: 10 - 01 - 818 AS @ 17:04 SUT
Title: The Maelstrom lives once more!

Immediately after the confrontation with the Rogue greeting party I collected all my property, loaded up with extra fuel and supplies and made a bee-line for the Humboldt system to reclaim my cruiser.

I took control for the first stint, hammering down the tradelanes linking New York to Texas. Once we reached the end of the lanes for our journey I handed Alsatia over to the night shift, comprised of Kana and Fumika. I enjoyed a peaceful nights sleep beside Misaka with little Sakura nestled in between the two of us.

When I awoke this morning I was greeted by the Maelstrom's impressive bulk sitting idle just outside the cabin window. Just how long we'd been there before I became aware is still a mystery, but Kana and co. were sound asleep in their quarters when I took advantage of the gravity offered by the planetoid and went for a stroll through the ship.

Once we have our sleeping patterns back in sync I will be taking a little walk in my space suit, refilling the Maelstrom's fuel tanks and assuming everything still works, flying the old girl back home to Vieques Shipyards.

And once there she will be receiving parts of her weapons matrix. I have sent out feelers to the Rogues for some under-the-table dealings to get my hands on some of their heavy artillery. I'm sure there is something I can do for them to sway their decision in my favour.

And the reason? I leant on some Congressmen whilst still on Rochester and it seems my cruiser is wanted is because the actions of the Congress in Sigma-13 has a chance of bringing "reprisal attacks" from the Hogosha, Farmers' Alliance and possibly the Corsairs.

Those bloody Corsairs! Such a disagreeable lot. But, I must give them credit where credit is due; they make some damn nice young gentlemen, but their customs and general attitude makes me strongly dislike them.

Somewhere out there in the deepness of space is the young Corsair who stole my heart and my innocence. It's going back a few years now, but when I was a wee lass in that little Bactrian, the Corsair home planet of Crete was quite intimidating. All these hostile faces staring me down at every move I made. Wishing me off their planet with intimidating urgency. Made me quite nervous and at that time all I wanted was to get off their planet and go back to Liberty.

While delivering my haul of food rations, I coincidentally met up with this boy who looked to not even be of age, maybe 15 or 16 tops. He was the dock hand who helped me offload the food crates from the Bactrian. Seeing such a handsome, baby-faced lad displaying such youthful exuberance, of course, stirred up the most primitive urges within my body.

As I stood by and watched him hard at work I noticed I was no longer nervous for the eyes watching me, but nervous for what my eyes were watching. Of course I was no stranger to that feeling; spending so much time alone in space allows one to become quite intimate with their own body. But now, I had a partner. Or, I was going to get a partner. I spun a plan and set it in motion.

Once the crates were offloaded, I innocently beckoned the boy back inside the ship, to help me move a non-existent container around, and promptly after hearing his reply sped off to the control console. Once my prize was inside the cargo bay I flicked a switch and in the blink of an eye the cargo bay doors shut and locked, securing my "victim". Fortunately for me he was not carrying any firearms. It didn't occur to me in that split second, but looking back on the situation I could very well have been killed right there.

The very second the shielding was online I flattened the throttle and took off, setting the autopilot to self-navigate. The ship would now fly itself in a straight line, automatically avoiding any obstacles.

The boy made his way up to the cockpit as planned, and I was waiting for him. In the time it took him to fall into my trap I'd managed to remove my top, skirt, shoes, socks and blouse. This is while buffeting through the atmosphere at a not-inconsiderable speed, mind you. The look on his face when he found me was simply unforgettable. Utter shock, but the best kind of it. And although the gritty details of this encounter are reserved for my mind only, I can truthfully state the sex drive of a repressed young Corsair overrides his allegiance to his people. I took his and he took mine - several times in succession - is all anyone needs to know.

The Bactrian took us halfway across the surface of the planet during our encounter, and by that time night was falling on Crete. I set the ship down in a discreet location inside a ravine hundreds of miles from the nearest civilisation, shut down everything that could possibly give our position away and verily enjoyed the company of the teenage Corsair I'd abducted earlier. Such an... energetic lad, he was.

The next morning arrived and I was greeted with a sight I won't ever forget: This boy, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, on top of me all ready for round two first thing in the morning. What happened next needs no explanation.

As much I wanted our little meeting to continue, I knew holding onto this Corsair would very quickly develop into a dangerous situation. I know full well what Corsairs to do outsiders who get close to their own, and I also know what they do to their own when it happens. I flew the ship back to the port and with strict instructions to keep his mouth shut I left the kid to his own devices. I got out of the planet's atmosphere quick-smart and made a dash for Freeport 9. From there on I returned to Liberty with a load of artifacts for the black market.

Although, my orders seemed to fall on deaf ears because the next time I found myself in Corsair territory it was at the receiving end of a gunboat's turrets. I haven't been back since. I can only wonder what happened to that boy. I never even got his name.... One more thing that I wonder about is why there isn't a miniature version of him running around. I suppose the Corsairs' right-of-passage left him shooting blanks, which I heard is a pretty common result. Which I suppose is good in its' own way. Bearing a child of half Corsair heritage would bring unending grief.


...Ahem. I do seem to have wandered off the topic a bit. But this story I made is too... invigorating... to dispose of. So I suppose it can stay.

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