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[Orin]

Orin here...

I started patrol in the Viper today. The action was dead, so I thought I'd save us a little resources with the smaller vessel.

It took a long while for anything to happen, but when it happened, it happened. A luxury liner full to the brim with slaves. Cardamine... I'll tell them not to use the Sigmas for their dirty trade. Slaves... they drop them or they blown to hell. I hate that our only means of stopping this is aggression, and the fact that some slaves may die in the blast, but it's the only way.



Unfortunately, my Viper is fitted for dogfighting, and has no CDs. I pursued him as far as the Beta hole before I had to break off. I gave him a stern warning and headed back to Naha to pick up my bomber.



The next few hours were remarkably uninspiring. I saw someone on Naha's long range scope in 13 that looked suspicious, but I asked who he was and what he was doing here, and was pleasantly informed that he was a simple explorer trying to build a better neural net mapping database. As I said, nothing was happening.

Then a breakthrough. I had tagged the slaver with a tracking beacon in our previous encounter, but thought it hadn't succeeded do to the radiation of the cloud around the Beta hole. I guess it started working, because he popped up in Beta, very close to the 19 hole. I made my way to 19 as fast I could, trying to stave off my seething anger towards the man. A few minutes later, I found him on scanners, just exiting the Beta hole.

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My rage quelled to an extent, I ordered him to drop the cardamine that now littered his cargo hold, in exchange for his life. You have no idea how painstakingly I was biting my tongue.



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After some delay, he kicked on his engines and I heard him order his crew to "retreat to Beta". That was all I needed to exact my bloody vengeance. I'm not proud of myself, after my... encounter with psychosis, it's been harder to control my emotions. Anger, particularly. But that's besides the point, he had contraband and he refused to drop it. It was time for the fires to rage through the beautiful Sigma skies.

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I fought him with every fiber of my being. I poured my fury into my weapons. My Supernova blasts hit their marks every time. My Debilitators tore his shields to nothingness. My Skyblasts ripped the liner's hull to shreds. It was one of the shortest battles I've ever fought. My shields found themselves low from a wing of rookie Outcast Stilettos once, and not again. He didn't have a chance in hell with me in the state I was in.

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I don't know how I felt after that... I thought taking him down would satisfy my lust for revenge, but all I could think about was my inability when it mattered. I stood no chance in saving those people, when I could have. I'm sorry, this is more suited to a personal log than a work related one.

The cardamine he was hauling was all but vaporized in the carnage, and I tractored in what was left, destroying it of course.



That's all I've got,
Hasting out...