Pitch Black

[valen]

PERSONAL LOG
Michael Valen
Entry # 77


*Click*

Michael turns the log recorder. He was sitting on a rock near his Sabre, while the door of the ship remained open to light his small camp. It was a cold night, the temperature was closing to the freezing point. Michael was covered with a hood, and he had a strange looking robe on him. The robe seemed like it was made of a cheap material, but looked expensive at the same time. A fire was burning in front of him, which lit his face with a red and orange glow, making him appear as a demon beneath the hood.

"I have been here for 27 days now. Arghh I hate hiding!" - He screamed with a furious look on his face, "And its friggin cold!" - Tries to calm himself down and takes a bite of some piece of meat.

"Though this planet is hospitable enough. Food is everywhere, the water is drinkable. I'm not going to complain, as it could be more worse, much worse." - Looks towards the sky, it was clear and the stars were shining brightly, "Soon I'm going back up there! I have some unfinished business to attend to. Arthur served his purpose, but I must shut his jap to prevent him from blabbing more information to the Police." - He chuckled and took another bite of the meat.

"The good news is that my armor is charged and powered up, it drained my Sabre's power core pretty badly but its good now, the power core is recharging as we speak, a few more hours and it will have enough power to breach atmosphere." - Looks at his ship with pride, then looks at the armor that is charging inside it, and his eyes glowed with a maniacal reflection.

"The Old Man came to be handy after all, got to thank him once I see him in hell!"

*Click*

Michael Turns off the recorder and continues eating, while the temperature continued to drop. His appearance under the hood and the robe was miserly. His body was average, more skinny then stiff, but yet he had the strength of more larger men in appearance. After he finished with his meal, he put out the fire, and entered his ship, closing the doors so that the lights don't attract unnecessary attention. He sat in the cockpit, and turned the seat so he can glance on his armor, and opened his logs. Michael was an egoist and enjoyed reading and listening about himself.

"Let me see, where shall I begin today?" - Michael asked himself in wonder, "Ah yes. This will do! Haha!" - Starts laughing with a deranged look in his eyes.

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