Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 147
Date: 21 - 05 - 819 AS @ 18:02 SUT
Title: Untitled.

Back at Alsatia now, just as it was when we left. Cold and white.

Funny thing happened to us the other day that I feel needs an in-depth report for whenever I feel like needing someone to laugh at.

First and foremost; the premise. Jack Crow of the Junker Congress contacted me accusing me of stealing a boatload of weaponry from his mobile cache which takes the form of a Pilgrim liner.

Now, this is something I would most enjoy rubbing in the old fart's face were I able to pull it off. Alas I can say with certainty not I nor anyone in my employ is or was capable of performing the accused theft.

What I find amusing however is Crow's unending insistence it was me and my cruising buddies who took his stuff. Even now, days after the fight and despite being absolutely humbled with truths, corrections and revelations he still believes we did it. I guess that tinfoil hat he wears blocks out actuality as well as hides his hair line.

I suppose a bit of background information is in order.

I had taken the Maelstrom out for a stroll to charge her battery banks before she ended up like the Alsatia - dead in the water. This stroll took us to Texas through the arse-end of nowhere. We eventually found the Infiniti, the Congress's weapons and supplies cache, alive and well moored beside Beaumont Base in Texas.

I sat back in the Maelstrom and casually observed as Jimmy, my flying partner and chaperone, waved his manhood in the Junkers' faces, giving the Pilgrim liner a hard time. After the controllers of the ship realised they were in serious trouble they quickly docked it to Beaumont, hiding it inside the labyrinth of haphazardly-placed station annexes.

Jimmy quickly got bored, and, after wasting some time picking on a fighter who'd shown up, left with me in tow for the scrap fields.

However, the Junkers sent some guys after his gunboat, the Be Good At It, chasing it down to the locality of the California jumphole. If memory serves there was a Recycler and a Waran with perhaps or perhaps not, a fighter or two.

They were, of course, all promptly despatched - it has to be said Congress don't train their pilots well. Flying face-first into a gunboat razor tends to sting a little, too. A pleasant reminder of what happens to those who cross my path.

I sat back and watched the whole thing unfold. Jimmy was having a good time and I was laughing myself silly. Didn't even need to lift a finger; Jimmy performing his duties as my escort flawlessly.

After that undesired holdup we dispersed and returned to whence we came. The Infiniti, at that point tucked in safe and sound at Beaumont, was never pillaged by our hands despite how hard Jimmy tried.

It appears that Crow has problems with both retrieving correct information from his subordinates and also correctly comprehending what he is previewed to regardless of accuracy. Crow told me, with a straight face, that we took a liner-load of weapons from one of the bombers Jimmy had shot down around the California jumphole - that ship being the JunkerTalon

From what I recall it was either a Recycler or a Waran... definitely a bomber in any case and sure as hell not a Pilgrim. Crow swore black and blue the 'Tank was his liner we'd buried. I just couldn't control the urges to laugh myself stupid at his blundering antics. For someone who's meant to be the overlord of the Junkers he sure ain't smart.

After denying we'd flogged his guns a half dozen times or so I asked him to produce what "evidence" he had to prove it was us and why he kept pressing that bomber as being his Pilgrim. He then presented me with a black box recording from the JunkerTalon, showing it being brought to it's end by Jimmy's gunboat. He did not nor was able to produce us destroying the Infiniti - the actual weapons cache.

I told him, outright "The 'Talon is a bomber, sweetie". I could barely restrain my urges to break out into mad laughter. Crow made a complete ass of himself in front of his 'proclaimed' mortal enemies.

I got a few minutes of deliciously awkward silence which I relished greatly. The radio went quiet while, assumingly, Crow tried to contact his people for the correct info.

After dropping that massive logic bomb on the poor old guy he started grabbing at straws; insulting us, making things up, generally carrying on like a school boy who'd lost a fight. It was then Jimmy and I decided to bail on the conference call and return to our regular broadcast.

I was smiling for days after that... Crow has earned himself a special place in my heart. If I ever need my day brightened for whatever reason, I shall hence forth do nothing more than pick on him and wait for the rebuttal.

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