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

[Mr.Fabulous]

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A female voice clears its throat before beginning with a drab tone, "... Entry 2, date and time is 07 January, 819 A.S., 2246-hours... It's evident I haven't yet found a decent-enough video-input device or other convenient hardware, but I'm still hoping to find one...

"Well, as for starters I managed to get Lady Luck to shine her face on me: I got a tip from a Junker, whose name was Orin, that Casus actually has an insider working for him amongst the Red Hessians.

"Rumor and speculation has it that one of the more influential Lieutenants of the infidels is leaking important intel, like weapons shipments and various key patrol routes, directly to the infidel. Though at face-value this might appear to be of beneficial use for the Empire since they now have a spy amongst our enemies, my guess is he'll most likely use it instead to further his own goals like selling away faulty and fake prototype weapons to my amigos, and bringing out false intel that'll lead the competition to their own demise... Si, I guess it's safe to say he has a wonderful two-way deal with the Hessians, the former benefiting from a lucrative non-aggression pact with the infidels, and with the added bonus of making his ascension into the ranks all that much easier, and the latter benefiting from having a leveled-out playing field..."





The tone goes even more wry, "... Unfortunately, that's as far as I've got from the Junker about this insider of his... All the rest were merely stories, with little proof to back it all up... Not even a name, possibly out of fear he might suddenly disappear when he does tell me... or maybe he just got hit on the head with a heavy blunt object, I'm not at all certain, heheheh..."

Then the voice goes cheerful again, "But he had the decency of at least pointing us towards one of the insider's allegedly-numerous hidden gofers who take care of much of his dirty-work... Bad news is, many of the gofers are reasonably-skilled in hiding their tracks... Good news is, there are some that have their mistakes, allowing me and my compadre a chance to begin our search.

"There are a few that haven't really done a good job on some deliveries, but there's this single courier who seemed to stand out above all the estupidos... Argus dela Bolsteirne. Though he did do the jobs as he was told, you could say that he's had a lot of run-ins with the wrong side of Lady Luck. He's most infamous for having had accidentally-jettisoned an entire crate-full of inferior prototype RH-P46's sidearms into space along this system, allowing the local police forces to commandeer the crate and gain an edge in defensive and offensive capabilites. Argus was lucky enough that those particular sidearms were ongoing decommissioning at the time in favor for the RH-P60's sidearms, hence only making the police have a momentary advantage in combat... if it was another, more recent P-series the infidels would've fortunately-suffered heavier casualties instead of just a couple of WIA's, and Argus would've gotten hanged instead of flogged.

"There are other humiliating and demeaning misadventures about Argus which, although are worth mentioning, would be too long to extrapolate at the moment, what with me currently wishing to get some sleep after this entry. But suffice to say there is just enough revealing information about this estupido for me to warrant a hunt for his head first."

Her tone goes darkly humored for a moment, "... And I guess I and my compadre will soon be the last time fortune spits on this estupido's face, heheheh...





"As for the ship we'll be using for our stay here in Rheinland, I've managed to strike a reasonable deal with the shipwright on a quality CSV called the Volkswagen... well, at least as far as a CSV could get in quality, that is. The ship's not bad at all, and I've gotten it at the reasonable rental price of 30,000 Credits per month. The ship will be ready by tomorrow afternoon, and we'll be able to start our search.

"And as for the search itself, well... Orin further stated that Argus used to have his previous office in New Berlin until he transfered after that incident with the weapons shipment. Probably the locals will be able to shed some light as to that estupido's current whereabouts, so I and my compadre will begin our search there..."





The voice then continues in an intrigued tone, "... Speaking of which, I haven't gotten much deeper about that man's past, BUT I did manage to at least take note of specific key words and phrases that act as immediate stimuli which trigger his episodes. Reasonably enough, the words 'sister', 'lover' and 'failure' are some of the words that bring him into short lapses, while more specific phrases like 'you have failed' or my favorite, 'it's all your fault', or the less common, 'you are a failure' are capable of bringing him into hour-long fits of depression...

"Pfah, unfortunately, phrases like these are quite common in my vocabulary, so if I'm to have any chance of having a safe partnership with señor Leonardo I might just have to break the habit of blaming other people for my problems whether I like it or not... even if it truly was their fault, ay carumba...

"But now that I know a fair deal on how to prevent it, there's the harder part of trying to make him come into terms with the daydreams, even if they'd be somewhat temporary, so long as the solution'd last long enough to get us back to safety.

"I've listened a bit to señor Leonardo over the course of our travels together, and it's evident he's had a lot of experiences with this Mila of his. They used to be almost as thick as blood, those two... It's unfortunate that his revenge against the Nomads took a greater priority at the time than his beloved adopted sister, which might explain why he's got a lot of regrets... As far as he told me, he had the choice to turn back to his estate when he suddenly found out the girl was hiding in the cargo bay and so was coming along for the ride, but because they were already so close to the hunting grounds he decided to let her come along... and look where that got him, si?"

She heaves out a long sigh, "But I guess I can understand his circumstances... After all, if I were in his shoes I wouldn't have done anything different...

"Yet the biggest difference between I and señor Leonardo? I don't have any regrets in going after Casus. I've got nothing left to lose anyway..." Her tone goes furious, yet still retaining control, "After that bastardo tipped off my hermanas and hermanos to slavery, then finally killed my papito in cold blood, I had no other person to call family left... no one to welcome me back or miss me should I fail in my mission... but should I ever succeed, I'll be so glad when I get to gut that man's smug face when I see him."





The voice slowly calms down, "... Si... I guess that concludes this entry... I'll make the next one when we've found a suitable resting area in Planet New Berlin...

"... This is Casini Peneleaus dela Chrisostomo... signing off..."





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