Begin personal log, Sunday 22nd of Feburary 111.
There is a very long pause. Kimochi's eyes appear to be slightly red and she is clearly not in a good mood.
...Yesterday was...
She stops again, apparently struggling for words. Eventually she begins talking again.
Last night I took part in the weekly training op. It was a huge success in every way... Not a single loss, and we managed four kills. First a Punisher that Milo caught at a belt. We tore his ship apart very quickly, and dispatched his pod when he refused to agree to a ransom. While we where waiting for our GCC to tick down, I noticed a Caracal had entered the system and appeared to be lingering around one of the planets. I was pretty sure I had pinpointed his location... Yishal started having some technical issues with her Crucifier so she temporarily made Myrhial the FC. On Myrhial's orders I investigated the Caracal's location, and found him floating around the planet at the 0km warp-in point.. I tackled, called for backup and opened fire, but he didn't respond at all. I can only imagine the terror on his crew's faces as their ship started to fall apart around them, while their pilot did nothing. Just for that we destroyed his pod as well.
Milo then had to dock up to deal with some technical issues of his own, and Yishal designated me as the scout. I admit I was nerveous... I've never had much faith in my ability to use the on-board scanner. After a few empty systems, I came accross a lone Vengeance who appeared to be safespotted in Roushzar. Not being able to probe out his location, Yishal suggested I antagonize some of the local Sanshas hanging around the asteroid belts to try and tempt him out of hiding. The ploy apparently worked when I noticed his location shift to the planet nearest to me. Apparently he was trying to work out which belt I was at. I decided to save him the trouble and warped to the planet myself...
As soon as I landed, the Vengeance came about and started powering towards me - clearly he was going to engage. I admit to being a little nerveous... Having flown a Vengeance myself, I know just how tough the Khanid ship's defenses can be. All nerveousness evaporated however when the pilot opened fire with pulse lasers of all things. Backup arrived and we destroyed the poor thing out of sheer pity. The pilot was not interested in a ransom, so we cracked his pod open as well. One less 24IC pilot. It seems I'm better with the on-board scanner than I thought.
Yishal decided it was time to RTB, so we made our way back home. On the way however, we spotted a lone Jaguar pilot scouring the asteroid belts in Lamaa. We all bundled in together, and I found myself laughing at the fact that he didn't immediately attempt to warp out when he saw six outlaws warping in to his belt some 30km away. His ship fell apart pretty quickly and we caught his pod which Yishal attempted to ransom... The guy seemed to take forever, and I found myself getting increasingly uncomfortable at the amount of time we where spent in the belt. When a 24IC fleet showed up in system I nearly killed the pilot myself until Yishal tightened the reins. Eventually the 24IC fleet passed through, clearly not looking for us, and Yishal finally gave the order to crack him open.
After a quick telling-off from Yishal for almost undermining her authority - She was the FC afterall, and I admit I was wrong - We headed back to base feeling immensely satisfied.
A little while lated I caught up with everyone at The Skyhook for a few drinks in celebration. We chatted about nothing in particular... Music, Hairstyles and alcohol where some of the subjects of conversation we flitted through. All of a sudden the lights dimmed low, slow music began playing and Vince asked me to dance with him.
I was... A little shocked, but to my own surprise - let alone everyone elses - I accepted, and we danced under the stars. It was... It was actually quite lovely in a way. It was like we where completely alone, just the music, the stars and eachother. I felt a bit out of place... A tight podsuit and heavy knee-high boots aren't exactly ideal dancing attire. Still... I enjoyed it. It was a perfect end to the evening.
Then he kissed me.
There is another pause as Kimochi appears to gather herself.
I don't know what came over me. When he kissed me I-I couldn't take it. I ran away and left him there on the dancefloor. I thought I was in control of all this... I thought I'd gotten over it. God-knows i'm used to manipulating people's emotions for my own gain, but I've not even tried with Vince.
Shit. What the hell is wrong with me?
She holds her head in her hands and sighs heavily.
End log.
2/22/2009
2/19/2009
Drama: Pryce Style
Begin personal log, Thursday 19th of Feburary 111.
Last night I saved Vincent Pryce's life.
He, Kelsy and I where in The Last Gate enjoying a few drinks and watching Verone molest Kyoko when he started complaining of a headache and left. I followed a little while later and found him passed out on the floor of the common room with a nasty-looking gash in his head. I couldn't get him to wake up so I dragged him to medical where they injected him with somesort of yellowish fluid.
When he eventually came around he apologized profusely for getting blood all over my dress and asked me out to dinner... How typically Gallentean is that? The man is on the brink of death and still he turns on the charm! I suspect he might not have been thinking straight... I accepted his offer anyway. I figured he probably needed some cheering up after all that.
The medics say he'll be fine, but I'm still concerned. What if he has another attack like this while in-pod? And what was that yellow fluid? I need some answers.
End log.
Last night I saved Vincent Pryce's life.
He, Kelsy and I where in The Last Gate enjoying a few drinks and watching Verone molest Kyoko when he started complaining of a headache and left. I followed a little while later and found him passed out on the floor of the common room with a nasty-looking gash in his head. I couldn't get him to wake up so I dragged him to medical where they injected him with somesort of yellowish fluid.
When he eventually came around he apologized profusely for getting blood all over my dress and asked me out to dinner... How typically Gallentean is that? The man is on the brink of death and still he turns on the charm! I suspect he might not have been thinking straight... I accepted his offer anyway. I figured he probably needed some cheering up after all that.
The medics say he'll be fine, but I'm still concerned. What if he has another attack like this while in-pod? And what was that yellow fluid? I need some answers.
End log.
2/03/2009
Progress
Begin personal log, Tuesday 3rd of Febuary, 111.
My new Dockmaster started work a couple of days ago, courtesy of Vincent Pryce: a woman named Jaqueline... She likes to be called 'Jack' apparently. She's every bit as rough around the edges as Jarred was, and the rest of my staff seem to like her well enough. Strangely though, I've not actually seen that much of her... I suspect she heard the rumours about what happend to my last Dockmaster and is avoiding me. Regardless, my ships are well maintained and general hangar operations are at peak efficiency at the moment so she must be doing something right.
I've run out of sedatives, and I have mixed feelings about that. On the one hand it's nice to be able to actually get a full night's sleep again, but on the other I really can't stand sticking a needle into my wrist every night. I still have these weird headaches, and... Well, I still do feel the urge to Crash still. But I've resisted the temptation by pouring myself into my work to try and take my mind off of it.
On that note, the deal with our new ship supplier appears be a success as we are now recieving a good stream of ships and equipment to help our cause. I've also recently come into contact with an old friend of mine who offered his services to help ease our current logistical problems. And as result, I am now the owner of a brand new Pilgrim-class Recon cruiser - Wraith. She's currently in drydock being refitted to my specifications by the maintainance team. As beautiful as she is, I admit I'm quite nerveous at the prospect of flying her... I've never really flown anything quite like a Pilgrim, and while I've researched it's capabilities and developed appropriate tactics, actually putting that knowledge into practise could be quite difficult. The last thing I want to do is undock and immediately get it blown up, like with that Crusader... Also, I don't really trust myself with it at the moment. Not until I've got my head straight again.
There is a slight pause as Kimochi drops two fizzing headache tablets into a glass of water and gulps it down thirstily.
I took my Vengeance out for another spin earlier, and that mysterious vibration seems to have gone... I did ask the maintainence staff what they'd done to fix it, but they swear they've not touched it since last week. Someone must have done something, things like that don't just fix themselves - and there was definately a vibration there before.
Another pause.
...Definately. Wasn't there?
...
End log.
My new Dockmaster started work a couple of days ago, courtesy of Vincent Pryce: a woman named Jaqueline... She likes to be called 'Jack' apparently. She's every bit as rough around the edges as Jarred was, and the rest of my staff seem to like her well enough. Strangely though, I've not actually seen that much of her... I suspect she heard the rumours about what happend to my last Dockmaster and is avoiding me. Regardless, my ships are well maintained and general hangar operations are at peak efficiency at the moment so she must be doing something right.
I've run out of sedatives, and I have mixed feelings about that. On the one hand it's nice to be able to actually get a full night's sleep again, but on the other I really can't stand sticking a needle into my wrist every night. I still have these weird headaches, and... Well, I still do feel the urge to Crash still. But I've resisted the temptation by pouring myself into my work to try and take my mind off of it.
On that note, the deal with our new ship supplier appears be a success as we are now recieving a good stream of ships and equipment to help our cause. I've also recently come into contact with an old friend of mine who offered his services to help ease our current logistical problems. And as result, I am now the owner of a brand new Pilgrim-class Recon cruiser - Wraith. She's currently in drydock being refitted to my specifications by the maintainance team. As beautiful as she is, I admit I'm quite nerveous at the prospect of flying her... I've never really flown anything quite like a Pilgrim, and while I've researched it's capabilities and developed appropriate tactics, actually putting that knowledge into practise could be quite difficult. The last thing I want to do is undock and immediately get it blown up, like with that Crusader... Also, I don't really trust myself with it at the moment. Not until I've got my head straight again.
There is a slight pause as Kimochi drops two fizzing headache tablets into a glass of water and gulps it down thirstily.
I took my Vengeance out for another spin earlier, and that mysterious vibration seems to have gone... I did ask the maintainence staff what they'd done to fix it, but they swear they've not touched it since last week. Someone must have done something, things like that don't just fix themselves - and there was definately a vibration there before.
Another pause.
...Definately. Wasn't there?
...
End log.
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