The lust for power

[... kur nubėgo?]

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>Personal video log<
Name: Antonio Devivar
Other identification sources: callsign Vilkas

THE NEXT DAY

This place is no good, yet another barfight. And head, what a pain. Damn, but I should be glad they haven't kicked me out from the liner. Additional money always helps to solve problems, but if I mentioned credits: Heh. Later on today I'll propably will go search for possible income, in other words, riding piggy banks. But at the moment. Heh. Being here quite alone forces you to think about things ussualy you do not have enough time to think.

Just.. Corsairs. I remember my dream. Then I was just a littile kid gazing at the green skies and littile shining dots in it. Like holes from which goddish light reached my face. Heh, I wanted to own those lights, to rule them. And that people would look at me from the point same as I was a boy looking at the stars at that time

*Vilkas fetched a sigh, lean on one side. Put elbows on the knees and placed his head on his hands. Freezing into such position for couple of minutes with eyes turned to a side. Propably a room window, from which stars light was reaching his eyes*

But what we have now. Zoners. Hogoshans. All these people are important too. Remember than some lauzy farmer started to yell on us. And what Miguel did? Hmm, no, definatly no, this is not a way how the stars should be ruled. Not the correct way. I'll show them someday, god damn I really will ! But no I rather get going to earn myself a meal.

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>Personal video log<
Name: Antonio Devivar
Other identification sources: callsign Vilkas

LATER THAT DAY

Something is .. something is getting wrong. Terribly. I think I dropped out of consciousness while showing a transport pilot his place. In the .. I don't know if I lost it but. But the ship now is heavily damaged, wings barely holding on to the ship and Tizonas, those have stopped working, . And just because. I don't know. Something in the drink I took, how those transport turr.. could damage .. me so badly? . Ahhhh my he..

*He fallen out of the chair on the floor. Few hours passed.*

- Battery too low, bleep

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