New Personal Log Entry: 4.28.818.A.S. Back in the Groove I Guess
So, that monster of a ship, the Outflyer Four, got its first taste of battle.
Kinda brief. Roger kinda shot first, kinda blew up the target before I did..
Oh but he was gracious enough to let me shoot at a half-dead bomber....
... Goddamnit come on! I can't get better at flying this oversized Sabre without some kinda practice! Jesus..
Anywho, so she works. Like a charm, actually. Should be fine for all kinds of stuff up there in the lovely Taus. But the damnedest thing occurred to me: I wasn't lookin' forward to completin' her so much as getting it over with so I could take the Outflyer out for a spin elsewhere. Suddenly things were lookin' up, y'know? Have the Four over there tied down at Java, break it out whenever I need to, and in the meantime ferry myself around in the Outflyer, taking other jobs.
I guess..
Hell, so I figured maybe those "Temperaneous Automatic Zoners" or whatever would have a job or two lined up. They seemed like nice fellas; I can respect their religion and all that... but I show up in Baffin and there's some Russian-sounding chick there who just...
Jesus Christ what is it with women anyway? "Babe" does not mean I'm a "show van ist" and whatnot. It was the way I was raised! Just the damn way I speak! I reckon if some women got so damned offended by it maybe they could, oh I dunno, do the nice thing and ask me to stop usin' it for that particular person? Instead of going straight to "I'll rip your throat out with my bare hands" literally?
So anywho there I am, and this... pip is practically taking a crap all over those Zoner fellas' beliefs, spouting junk about "math" and "science" and "you're all gonna die" or something. So I start interjecting on the side of the Zoners, cuz, Hell, I'm a nice guy, but what happens? They tell me to stuff it! And they let that damned... person continue!
I even said their damn weird greeting thing! One of 'em said "Thanks for the nicety"!
Thanks my ass!
Really pisses me the Hell off.. but I got the Hell outta there and stopped by Barrier Gate. Felt like talking to that crazy ol' coot Tinsley; not really friends but sometime's he's a nice fella to shoot the breeze with. But the sucker "wasn't available", so said one of his lackeys. That's crap; he never leaves the damn place for fear of his freakin' life. I was gonna hit the bar and drown myself but remembered that Barrier Gate has one of the worst bars in the whole damned Sector so I just up and left.
So I made my way back to good ol' New York, hoping for some kinda action out there like always... There was a little bit. Tried to talk to Audrey whats-her-name from the Liberty Marines but she kinda bolted something quick. Then there was that "Vixen" girl who claims she's a cat.
I called her "Babe".
She threatened to claw my larynx out.
I mean what the Hell.
But anywho, she didn't sound too great; started babbling something about controlling that ship of hers with her mind through some kinda uplink, and that if she took it off she "went into withdrawal" like it was drugs or somethin' and "would die". I dunno how accurate that is, but she said she was boozing it up with wine and God knows what kinda meds, so for all I know she's just lost it.
Poor girl. Not like I wanna see her hurt or screwed up or somethin'...
... even if she does wanna claw my laryaranks out...
The Hell's a...
Whatever, anywho, after bummin' around a bit and havin' nothing terribly special going on I decided to call it quits and head back for Erie. I gotta tell ya: I might be a roamin' Freelancer but my place down at Erie just... I dunno.. I can't call it 'home', but it's just... nice? I guess? Like a weird "vacation" from the cockpits of my ships or something.
Ah well. At least I get to sleep in that old bed that somehow stayed together ever since Papa Gerry filched it from someone way back when. There ain't an engine hum but at least I can stretch.
Speakin' of which that bed's lookin' mighty fine right about now...
