To Fight for a Country that Hates You... (Tigre-Family Stories: First Generation)

[Mr.Fabulous]

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A female clears her throat a bit and starts off with a relieved voice, "Finally... After weeks of searching around and scavanging for the necessary components, I've finally assembled my first Video-Journal... Well, technically it's still just an Audio-Journal, what with the lack of a Video-input device, but who cares? The Motherboard seemed to be the hardest to find, since most of the ones I've found tended to be of... decommissioned-quality, while the specific Bio Neural Processor for the unit were the most... expensive endeavor.

"But the point is, I've finally succeeded in creating my own Journal, and now I'm proud to say I'm recording my first entry in hopes that I might be able to look back and recall my adventures without having to constantly hit my head with the butt of my gun..."





A pause before she continues, her tone being ironic, "... I know, I know, why make one from initially-inferior spare parts when I could just get these things in retail from the Neural Net at possibly lesser prices... and probably with lesser bother? Well, the truth is I've always fancied myself more on using my own creations than mass-produced disposable consumer goods.

"... Also, I know this thing's capabilities and limits, since I myself made it. I've designed this Video-Journal to be adaptable, modifiable, and easier to maintain in the long-run, unlike stock-quality that's mass-produced and built to be disposable... Though yes, this current recording may be of... substandard quality, but as I continue going around I might be able to further modify it, eventually improving it to be in-par with other high-quality Video-Journals... maybe even better, who knows?"





A pause of thought before continuing again, "... Anyway... Hmm... Now where should I start? So much to say, so much to recap on. My past, my childhood, my exploits, adventures AND misadventures previously completed or currently on-going, and other what-nots I could imagine... All too long to mention in just one night, si?

"But I guess I can start off with a short review of why I, an ex-Corsair, am here... in a Junker Base... in the middle of Rheinland's Capital System, New Berlin... living in scrutiny amongst one of the Corsair Empire's hated arch-nemesis, the Red Hessians... and with a ship that has a transponder squaking an ID-signature that practically paints a beautiful, big, red target on my head whenever I exit into space... and with a blunt, melancholic, emotionless, sarcastic and clinically-depressed man for a co-pilot on this aforementioned-ship... Si, maybe I should start there, heheheh... or not, it's my Journal, no?"





Another long pause as the speaker goes on thinking, "... Intro, intro... hmmm... right then... My name is Casini Peneleaus dela Chrisostomo, born on 14 of February, 795 A.S, so I'll be around 24 years of age when Valentine's Day hits... as if such an occassion was important, considering that I'm still single, heheheh.

"Since this Vi--- I mean Audio-Journal doesn't have a built-in Neural Net date-time tracker for now, until I install such a thing I'll have to religiously-monitor the current date and time myself... Right now, it's 02 of January, 819 A.S, just two days after New Years' Eve; time is... 2234-hours in 24-hour-clock-base, or 10:34 PM in 12-hour-clock-base.

"I'm here in Kreuzberg Depot, Module 1, Residential Room 7, in such... awkward cirumstances, because I have a score to settle with the man who killed my papito, Viciente dela Chrisostomo..."

Her tone quickly becomes dark, "... And the name of the infidel that deserves to be sacrificed through holy fire? ... Casus Richiardino dela Machete... a powerful Corsair veteran, with many allies...

"How the Empire blindly lets this [Spanish A.D.M.I.N. censored] live is due to circumstances too long to explain as of this very moment... But what is important, however, is that I'm hunting this man. I'm hoping to one day hold that bastardo's heart and innards with my bare hands, and offer his blood to the Blood God to sate my deity's thirst for vengeance upon the infidel's betrayal on his own amigos."





Then her tone goes back to normal, "... But enough of my past for now, it's time for the present... I and my co-pilot, señor Leonardo dela Tigre, have mainly come here to this green-tinted country in the hopes of fulfilling two things: one, that I may in some way retrieve more information on Casus' current movements within Rheinland; and two, that we commandeer a bunch of inferior Natterturn Zwei cannons from my arch-enemies, the Red Hessians, for a contact back in Ivergordon.

"The second reason's not for me... It's for my co-pilot, señor Leonardo... See, he's here with me not just to help in managing the weapons and communications systems. He's searching for his adopted... and apparently-madly-in-love-with sister, Milarosa dela Tigre, her previous family name being Bloodstone. This contact, a Junker whom we only know as Mr. Barret, was willing enough to help my compadre in his search... but in exchange for his aid, we were to fetch for him several inferior Red Hessian Zweis for his own use... What he intends with the inferior cannons, I do not care, nor will I ever, so long as his info'll be worth the risk... risk indeed.





"... But Rheinland didn't really 'lay out the red carpet' for us, so to speak... As we were passing through Omega-3, we came across a Rheinland Military Valkyrie Patrol Wing, 4 Valkyries-strong, who wasted no time in attacking our 'slaver'-dubbed ship... Not much of a challenge for our superior skill, but they managed to buy themselves time for backup to arrive, which turned out to be the REAL bother, ay carumba! Soon, a to-be-damned cruiser and a couple of gunboats arrived at the scene, and despite having had an engine shot-down we somehow managed to flee into the Stuttgart System.

"Our trip here to this Junker Outpost was fortunately-met with no resistance, since we were lucky enough there were almost-to-none ships flying within sensor range, and so arrived with little hassle. Estimated repairs for the Netherwalker? 567,000 Credits, courtesy of the Starboard Main estupido Engine..." The speaker grunts in disgust.

"... Looks like we'll need to rent another CSV after all if this would be the case... But this time, I should be the one to inspect the thing to see if it'll meet up to... standards. How I remember the last time I let señor Leonardo take care of that, and suddenly it all turned to hell in high heaven, so to speak.

"Not a very pleasant way to spend the first day in Rheinland, that's for sure. I'll have to be careful to not reveal my Corsair origins around here. It's bad enough owning a screaming metal death-trap with a transponder that squaks a signal belonging to a group everyone hates, let alone be born to the group that almost everyone here hates anyway. I still question myself as to why I decided to purchase that ship from that shady dealer to this day..."

She yawns a bit, "... Anyway... It's been a long night, and I need some sleep. I and my compadre will stay here for a while until the Netherwalker's repaired, and we get a tip from the local Junkers about Casus's movements..."





A noticeably-long pause before the speaker continues again, "... Great... He's daydreaming again... You see, ever since I rescued señor Leonardo from Omicron Delta I've noticed that from time to time he goes into these sad episodes of intense memory-recalling, sometimes from out of nowhere, sometimes by specific stimuli. And it can get really... frustrating, especially in the middle of a dogfight... I swear that one of these days his constant, routine daydreaming will be the end of me...

"... But... I know he worries a lot for his sister, and that's understandable to be depressed about, but I'm certain it isn't healthy to be downright-paralizado about it to the point that he'll suddenly and momentarily give up on his existence whilst dozens of fighters try to scrap our ship with their Plasma cannons piece by piece, leaving me with the whole, entire workload to get the ship to safety..."

Her tone becomes inquisitive, "Maybe there's something more to his loss than one would see at face-value... Though I'm not fond of delving deep into other people's lives, if my efforts mean that he stays focused more on the task at hand than leaving me high and dry with the ship, then I guess it's worth bothering over, si?"





She breathes in a sigh before finishing, "... Right then... This is Casini Peneleaus dela Chrisostomo, signing off..."





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