Not the usually interesting day… but one learns a lot when they least expect to….
As i didn’t have the energy to make it from the ship last night, i had slept in the pilot seat. My reward for doing such was a sore back and arm ache. No matter. It’ll wear off. Got my launch clearance and checked my coffee supply. Enough, for now. Outside Freeport, there was already conversation going on. An Outcast and Zoner. They insisted i wasn’t interrupting.
The conversation turned from something about “scum” to “our greatest enemy”, and thats supposedly the nomads. No. They really aren’t. Our greatest enemy is ourselves. While we remain as many mismatched, judgmental factions, we will always be more dangerous to our own kind. And, like the outcast mentioned. Take Gallia for example… and what they did to Leeds…
They asked me what i believe in. I told them in only my ship and my own ability to defend myself if the time arises. Truth is… i don’t think i could defend myself if truly needed. Something to think about later, i spose. Revenant turned up not long after, a fly-by of Freeport. Then returned with a report of alien activity. At least two destroyers. Just what we needed. I attempted to reach both Concord Militia and Daros… nothing. The Zoner called on their lines for support too.
Rusty showed up not long after. The threat didn’t seem to appear on radar, though that doesn’t mean anything. The nomads can cloak, and id assume their infested can too. Revenant and Rusty… don’t seem to get on well. I don’t know why. Not sure I’d like the answer, either. Revenant left, and the Outcast probed my life a little. Nothing too special to talk about really. Just about family either being dead or, deliberately hiding away. Most everyone else left after some time, except for Rusty. Who took interest in my ship. LWB origins.
He wanted to know how and why i had acquired my vessel. Of course. Well, no harm in sharing that story. Past life, smuggler, helped the Farmers alliance and LWB out, supplied them with special cargo runs, some of which they used to build the ships they needed.in turn, they were more than happy to accommodate me in any possible service in future. This ship, was one such service.
The talking continued towards nomads again. Topic of the week every week in Delta it seems. Thats… when things became interesting. They spoke names… “Dreamers and Advisors”… of listening to them, of some form of crude relationship, of choosing out of want and need to not hear nomads. We also talked on what the nomads… truly are. The more the conversation went on, the more… obvious it was that they’re biological. By the time we had gone through it all, i did kinda feel stupid. But even in this, they gave me descriptions of places to ask the nomads if they’d show me... And… truth be told, i think i’ve seen at least one of them.
Of course though, tiredness began to set in. I had the lovely image of Rusty trying to kill Revenant in my mind, after them expressing a want to do such. I don’t think he realises that’d be more difficult than he thinks. I suppose he can dream what he wants. As for me… i needed rest. The talking does take a toll sometimes… especially with thoughts weighing me down.
