Entry#: 133
Date: 27 - 01 - 819 AS @ 20:07 SUT
Title: Untitled.
Of course it couldn't last very long. Life just doesn't work out that way.
I'm now sitting... somewhere... I don't know where I am. It's a gas cloud of some kind in Kansas, pitch-black. It seems we're hiding out from a chasing swarm of Recyclers. Why, I have no idea. They're rather fragile. I guess if you get enough of them together they might just be a threat but whatever. I have a family to protect and it's better to be safe than sorry.
The Alsatia sits idle, ready to evacuate at a moments' notice. Slowly chewing through not only fuel but also supplies... I didn't really pack enough for a camp-out in deep space.
The tug floats around next to us, tethered with a chain so it doesn't drift away. Bolted to the back of that is what was left of the Maelstrom that I apparently managed to sneak out with in the chaos after the... incident.
I remember sitting in Puerto Rico mouthing off at someone and then... nothing. I... I just snapped. It's all a total blur. The next thing I remember is Misaka screaming at me, ripping me off the controls of the cruiser. Burning ships around me... screams all across the radio, the vessels left alive running for cover...
I don't even remember why I opened fire.
Leaving that all beside for the moment, I must now deal with the consequences of my actions. I'm no longer a Junker, no longer welcome on any of their bases and no longer part of the network.
Adding to that I seem to have upset members of the Liberty Rogues. Knowing full well what happens to people who do that...
On top of that the Maelstrom is now levered against me, since it is still under their influence.
I also have word from the people still with me that I've earned myself another bounty, except it's a bit bigger than anything previous, beating the one the Joker put on my head after we smashed one of his goons by several orders of magnitude. A billion credits... just for me.