An Agents Diary

[Prysin]

--->The year is 816 A.S - Location; Planet Toledo, Omnicron Minor
-->Entry ID; Order Pilot B1-U3-5N-4K-3
->Date: 9/12/816 - 19:41:32 PM

Today i was finally called to arms. My leg, wich had been broken after what would have been a cool motorcycle stunt, was finally healed.
I was reassigned my tattered and faithfull Bastet. The ship is a funny one, agile with a bite comparable to a light bomber. Truly a scary ship.
My loadout wasn't changed during the two years of absense. Funny how these things can stay considering the demand for ships and pilots these days. The factories never seem to keep up, them damn squids are just too good of an oponent to avoid losses of pilots and assets.

*He walks out of his room and continues to note in his notebook*

Well, I guess thats true. They are good, sure, but they are loners. Wich makes them easy to pick off if you got a wingman or two. Sure, some of our more..... hardened pilots, can take on 2 of them alone and make it out with minor scratches. Then, those guys seems to fear nothing but one thing. Running out of nomads to shoot.

*He turns right in the end of a long hallway*

Ah, closing in on the hangar areas. Can already hear the sound of blowtorches and pneumatic tools.
Hm, there she is, my beloved ship. Hasn't changed a bit. Seems like me and my "Spitfire" will once again enter combat.

*A mechanic is shouting at him from the back of the hangar*

Oh Bruno is still working here, better hurry over to him before i get a wrench thrown after me.
This will be all for today.

->Date: 9/12/816 - 20:38:09 PM
-->Saving: Complete
--->Closing Application: In 3 Seconds

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