New Personal Log Entry: 5.4.818.A.S. Skin of My Teeth
Well, it's official. I owe the Outflyer Four my life.
I'd just got ferried back to Java in order to do some escorting when all I heard was screamin' about some Zoner Carrier of all things attacking the ICMG colony ship Lollignite. Nearly broke the poor fella's nose when I pushed the transport pilot out of the way and sprinted for the Four.
So I head out to Orkney, and there's nothin' but confusion and Hell's Bells on the comms. And then finally someone says it's heading for Languedoc. Great, a minefield, and Gallia, Perfect. But in the meantime its crew's yammering... crap over the comms. Some weird stuff about vengeance and "Her Might", whoever the Hell "She" is. Needless to say I jumped right in after the sucker; nobody touches those colony ships on my watch.
Some Colonials managed to catch the thing deep into Languedoc, but the coward went straight to the local Royal Navy battleship and sat behind its guns. Everyone was freakin' out, so naturally I try to keep my cool... and then the freakin' carrier picks me as its favorite target and starts riding right up to my doorstep! Now I ain't no rookie; I'm using all these asteroids to cover myself from that battleship, the gun platforms, the Navy patrols, and all that, but I found myself staring down the barrel of a Heavy Mortar. Thank God for asteroids; I love rocks now. Saved my ass, for Damn sure.
And then Lady Luck decided to flip us off. A damned Royal Navy Battleship hops into system right on cue, on guess who's side? Yeah, skipper of that thing was some bloodthirsty SOB; talkin' about all of us like we were just meant to be slaughtered. I caught him with the whole civilians on the colony ships, but all he said back was "A dead Sirian's a good Sirian". Sweet Jesus, we need to stop these bastards...
Anywho, so they show up, next thing I know half the Colonials get creamed by missiles, and Roger's ordering the retreat. Thank God they didn't bring in the colony ships; they'd have been wrecked in no time. So what was left of us bolted; didn't nail that damned Zoner Carrier, whatever the Hell it was doing for these Gallics. Ran back to the jump hole, had a colorful exchange with those genocidal maniac Gallics...
... and then a Mandalorian shows up in a bomber. Refers to us all as "flying money" and then singles me out (Yeah I suppose I'm mighty popular now) saying something like "I'm sure the Outcasts would love to see your ship turned to debris." When I mentioned I only worked in defense of the colonists, he didn't give a crap. That's just plain Evil, period.
Holy Jesus, there are a lot of messed up people out there. I'm glad I'm not one of 'em, but I feel like I'm surrounded...
'Least the ICMG aren't that bad... Y'know, with the beef jerky and the community, and girls like Violet and whatnot...
Me and girls... Damn, I'd take another slap over those Gallic SOBs any day. If they come knockin', though, you can bet your ass I'm gonna be right up in front.
