==CAPTAIN'S LOG==
==DATE-APRIL-18-818 AS==
==LOCATION-ORBIT AROUND PLANET GAIA==
==BEGINNING LOG==
*Bret wakes up on his bed and stares into the stars through his port-side window......He stands up and sits in his chair next to the window* Bret: Computer...begin vocal log.... *Beep* Bret: Captain's log...date...April 18.....days in space...138....It seems that today marked a bit of great anticipation for the crew and I when we made friends with several ship pilots unknown to myself..........After hearing about the others such as myself in the past few weeks I am glad to have met one particular creature which has caught the eye's of not just myself...but the whole crew as well....and with that..crew morale has jumped significantly with each passing we make......It has reminded me of the days in which occurred for me when I was found in a pod among the Detroit debris fields by this ship and crew......Even now I think of the others who escaped that place in Zone 21 in which I haven't yet found.....Agatha...Charlie...Daniel.....Elbi and Feya....I hope they are all alright.....
*Bret looks on as a Zoner convoy passes by his window* Bret: I hope they weren't picked up by slavers.....They never did anything wrong to begin with to deserve such a fate......But now I have a family of my own to watch and look out for.......
*Bret picks up his datapad to looks at the list of his Bridge officers* Bret:....Jenson....Age 31...Former Rhienland Millitary officer...explains the whole 'strong and silent type'.....was in command of a cruiser group that was ambushed in New Hampshire.....I can't believe he was discharged for trying to save the ship with his so called reckless actions.....Poor guy....told me that after the incident he went to Kusari space and got a deal on the ship when he met Ilo......
.....Ilo.....age 27...former Kusari engineer on planet New Tokyo......I still wonder why he left the Kusari Academy.....His knowledge tech is quite high for him to be here on this rust-bucket....Said at one time his family worked with a dojo or something which explains that whole code of his......needs to fix those glasses of his though...
*chuckle*.....Miki....age 14....his story is a happy and sad one.....I met his parents on South Hampton when we did a run of ship metal....good people to offer Jenson, Ilo, and myself to dinner when we helped them carry some goods to their home on the station.........I saw the kid playing with a toy he made from some scrap metal on the ground when we entered the apartment.....His family couldn't buy him a real one so he made it himself......that night as my crew and I were heading back to the ship....*Bret brushes his tail after thinking a moment on the story*.....corsair gunboat came out of the trade lane and started firing on the station....I saw his father get crushed by a steel beam as they ran for safety.....mother passed on in the medical wing after a group of BAF pilot's came and stopped the corsair......She told me before she passed to look after the kid....a person like that only knowing me for a few hours trusting me with a 14 year old's future.......Kid has a one track mind though, but hes a natural when it comes to keeping an eye out for cargo....Said something about his pop working with shipping on the station.....explains the low pay and lifestyle....
*Bret ponders as he continues looking through the roster* Bret: With such a ragtag crew here.....I'm surprised we've made it this far.....Phantoms...Bounty Hunters....the Gaians.....even miss Vixen....All these factors have helped to make this crew what it is.....I couldn't have it any other way.....I just hope that one day...I can find the others who made it out of that place and put them on this roster....Why would scientists create us?....What was purpose we were made for?.......I guess the only truth to be told is that I'm alive.....and with my family....
*Intercom* Jenson: Sir...Ilo and Miki are refusing to stop fighting in the mess hall.....Something about Ilo claiming Miki wet himself when we struck that asteroid earlier....
*Bret presses a button on his personal console* Bret: I'll be right there.... *Bret looks at his roster and turns off the datapad* Bret: Family...........Computer end log....
==END OF LOG==
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
*Jenson studies the console on the bridge's main computer* Jenson: Ilo...make a note for Miki when he returns from the planet with our cargo..Have him do a quick check of our food stores....Its been a while since they've been looked at... Ilo: Aye sir...Any idea when the Captain will be back from Harris? Jenson: I don't know....He said he was going to do some digging on a little project of his... Ilo: Any idea on what it is? Jenson: It's none of our business to know about the Captain's personal vendetta's.....Just do your job and the ship will run smooth....I'm going to down to the gym, So keep an eye on things while I'm gone. Ilo: Aye sir.... *Jenson straightens his uniform as he walks out of the bridge* Ilo: Rhienlanders.....I'll never understand them...
*Jenson walks down the deck to the main elevator* Jenson: Deck Four... *Lights flicker as the elevator drops* Jenson: Need to fix that... *Intercom: DECK FOUR* *Jenson leaves the elevator and begins his walk toward his destiantion*
*As Jenson goes along his way, several crew members stop and salute Jenson as he walks past them*
*Seeing them reminds Jenson of his life in the Rhienland Millitary*
*Flashback*
..........Date--June 29--817.....Location-Aboard the RMC-Dasha......New Hampshire System......
Jenson: Commander on Deck! Commander Trealor: Status Report.... Jenson: Sir...We have entered the New Hampshire system and have begun our patrol. The RMGB-Ronnenburg and Hinterland have joined the group, along with Three fighters from Bremen sir.. Commander Trealor: Helmsman...all head full...take us past Planet Laconia and Boscawen so we can get this over with...
Helmsman: Sir aye sir...Engines engaged...
*Jenson continues his walk till he reaches the cargo bay* Jenson: *sigh* At least the captain allowed us to have this equipment here....Good and quiet for the most part.... *Jenson takes off his uniform and folds it up....placing it on a table nearby one of the large cargo containers......Walks ups up to one of the arm presses hears the machines voice* *Machine: DESIRED WEIGHT PLEASE* Jenson: 400 kilos....Increase gravity in area by 15 percent..... *Machine: WEIGHT DESIGNATED....CAUTION...INCREASE IN GRAVITY COULD BE DANGEROUS...DO YOU WISH TO CONTINUE? Jenson: Yes.....
*Flashback*
......Planet Boscawen Orbit......
Helmsman: Commander....Long range scanners are detecting several vessels off our starboard side...Coming in at high speed..
Commander Trealor: Callsigns?
Helmsman: Unknown sir...they are now entering short range scanners....
*Jenson walks over to the scanner console* Jenson: Sir!...Confirmed...We have a group of liberty fighters and a cruiser heading our way! Commander Trealor: All hands! Battle stations! Commander Trealor to all ships...Fire at will! Helmsman...Hard to starboard so we can focus our main guns! Jenson: Comms.... Inform the Gunboats to focus their fire on that cruiser....Well try to back up our fighters as much as possible! Helmsman: We have incoming torpedoes from 2 of those fighters!
*Jenson watches as the smoke trial from the torpedoes hit the side of the Ronnenburg*
Crewman: They hit the Ronnenburg! Incoming debris! Jenson: All hands! Brace for impact! *sparks flare from the consoles as parts of the tail end of the Ronnenburg hits the ship*
Commander Trealor: Report!
Crewman: The Ronnenburg's been hit and is entering the planet's atmosphere! Two of our fighters are down and the Hinterland is taking heavy fire from the cruiser! Shields are down to 34 percent! Jenson: Fire all missile banks into that cruiser! Move us so we can get a clear shot from the main gun!
*Jenson sweats hard from the weight of the gravity combined with the weights in his hands* Jenson: 7.......8.....9......10.....11.....12.....13....
*Flashback*
Helmsman: Cruiser shields are down sir!
Commander Trealor: Fire!
*Gravity surge from the main gun tugs at Jenson's body*
Crewman: Sir! Fighters coming in from behind us! Jenson: Fire the rear turret! Helmsman: They launched their torpedoes!
Commander Trealor: Brace for impact!
*Jenson flies forward as the torpedoes hit the ship* Jenson: Report! Bloodied crewman: Cruise engines are off line and we're losing life support...*cough*..The enemy cruiser was hit hard and is retreating, but I'm still getting readings on 4 enemy fighters...
*The ship rocks hard from the signs of an explosion and Jenson is throw to the floor* Jenson: What the hell was that!? Helmsman: We just lost the Hinterland sir! Commander what do we do?!
*an strange silence grabs Jenson* Jenson: Commander?....Commander Trealor! *Jenson looks up to see part of the ship's structure sprouting from the commander's chest* Jenson: No.....Commander.....Helmsman! Take us into the atmosphere! Helmsman: What?! Jenson: Take us into the atmosphere with those fighters following us!
*Jenson starts to struggle with each lift* Jenson: ....33.......34......35......36....37.....
*Flashback*
Helmsman: Entering planet's atmosphere!...... Jenson: Prepare to fire remaining missiles! Fire on my mark......3....2....1....Mark! *Jenson and the crew watch on the rear camera as the missiles hit their mark.....the fighters burning up into the atmosphere.... Bloodied crewman: Sir....no other hostiles on scanners... Jenson: *cough*......Get us back to New Berlin.....
Jenson: ...48.....49......50.....Computer return area to normal gravity... *Jenson returns the weights back onto the machine* *Machine: RETURNING TO NORMAL GRAVITY *Jenson grabs a towel on the nearby rack and rubs his face....Looks up at the mirror on the wall and stares at its reflection*
*Flashback*
..........Date--July 5rd--817.....Location-New Berlin Capital Building..........
Judge Faero: Second Leuitenant Jenson Vorlengos.....You are hereby charged with the following;
Reckless actions aboard the Rhienland Cruiser Dasha.....
Taking command of a ship of the Military without authorisation......
Disreguarding protocol on Capital ships entering a planets orbit....
And reckless endangering of crew and staff.....
Judge Hassud: These actions are of the extreme in matter even though it was due to hostile actions by the Military of Liberty......
Judge Vansder: Despite the destruction of a few fighters we see no reason in this court to allow you to continue your place in this military...Do you have anything to say on your behalf? Jenson: My actions were of my own and placed under what I saw was the best course of action... *The judges look at each other and mumble quietly*
Judge Faero: Second Leuitenant Jenson Vorlengos.....We of this court hereby relieve your rank and you are to be discharged, without honor, from the Military of the Fatherland...With the actions that were made we have decided that no prison time is required.....this session is over....*Mallet hits the ganvel*
*Miki runs into the cargo bay and shouts at Jenson* Miki: Hey Jenson....Yu all right? Jenson: I am alright.....Are you here to check over our food stores? *Miki Nods his head vigorusly* Jenson: I'm Heading up to my quarter's....Tell Mr. Ilo I'll be on the bridge shortly.. Miki: Ookie Dokey! I'll see yu shoon! *Jenson grabs his uniform and leaves the cargo bay*
==END OF LOG==
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
==CAPTAIN"S LOG==
==DATE-APRIL-20-818 AS==
==LOCATION-ORBIT AROUND PLANET GAIA==
==BEGINNING LOG==
*Bret walks into his personal quarters* Bret: Computer...play music selection... *..'Neon Night' plays as Bret looks upon Planet Gaia..* Bret: Computer....begin log entry.. *Computer: BEEP*
Bret: Date...April 20th....days in space..140...For the past 2 days...The ship and crew have been on a roller coaster.....We encountered a Bounty hunter that took our ship for a member of the Junker Congress....and proceeded to fire upon us....
*Bret sits in his chair next to the window, looking upon the dark side of Gaia* Bret: We have been told that the Government of Kusari was responsible for the attack by putting out a 'bounty' for all Junker identified vessels...We suffered considerable damage to the ship and had to force eject our cargo....Luckily for us....We were able to escape and get to Planet Pittsburg...This is twice now that we've faced Bounty hunters and suffered such damage to the ship that I'm shocked on how this is all holding together....
......What took me as a shock during that fight was the help of a not only Miss Vixen herself but a Lane Hacker bomber...Even so....the bomber was destroyed and Vixen was able to get away.....
*Bret pulls off his gloves and hat*
Bret:.....Vixen.....Why does she help us....Is it due to the fact that we're both products of someone else's cruel joke?....Or does she see something that I don't...........With her help our crew is now come to be acquaintances of the Gaian Faction....I must admit that I was shocked on how well they treated my ship and crew.....They aren't like the Xeno's......they care for a good cause....But I could never take the ship down their path....
*..'Action Figure Hands' plays in the background..*
*Bret rubs his paws through his oily brown fur*
Bret:.....I don't know if I'm doing the right things to help the crew out....They look up to me and yet.....I have doubts in my mind on what we do each coming day....
Bret:.....I am proud of what I've been able to accomplish these past few days....I've made friends and ally's......I've been able to navigate treacherous courses that even Jenson says are dangerous.....The ship is now starting to shine....in its own rusted way...
*Bret pulls off his boots and lays down on his bed*
Bret:.....Heh...Maybe I should start paying back those who have helped me out.....so far.....Ilo said that there's a place called.....Gallia.....maybe *yawn* we should.........start by going there.........Computer............end log........
==END OF LOG==
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
==CAPTAIN"S LOG==
==DATE-APRIL-24-818 AS==
==LOCATION-ORBIT AROUND PLANET GAIA==
==BEGINNING LOG==
*Bret walks into his personal quarters* Bret: Computer...play previous music selection... *..'Asphalt and Absolution' plays as Bret looks upon Planet Gaia..* Bret: Computer....begin log entry.. *Computer: BEEP*
Bret: Date....April 24......days in space....144....My crew is worried....its been 3 days since we last had contact with some of our allies....Vixen included...Jenson himself said he was worried...Ilo has told me that we could be next to go missing....I fear what he says may one day occur.....
*Bret stares down at his datapad....brushing his tail with his spare hand*
Bret: What also worries me it this transmission that we received from a group called "The Enclave"...could it be a trap?.....No.....why else would they invite us to Baffin....None of my crew claim to have ever been there so I don't know what to anticipate....maybe I'll get some answers about the others who escaped from Zone 21.....
*Bret walks up to the window....placing his head and hands on the cold glass*
*..'Special Delivery' plays in the background..*
Bret: I'm scared.....this ship...despite its busy crew....looks a little emptier as of late....
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
*Bret walks into his personal quarters* Bret: Computer....begin log.... *BEEP* Bret: Play music selection three... *..'My Sacrifice' starts playing..*
Bret: Oh where to begin.....met Vixen outside of Manhattan...and finally met Miss McDowell...of the Maelstrom...Heard a lot about her and her ship....Good person...But a few screws loose...She told us about the incident with the General of the RM....that got Vixen and I to talk....kinda..how should we say...risque conversation....Vixen passed out a few times...Heh...I Can't...i can't believe Eva....told me to take advantage of Vixen like that!
*Bret looks down at his shaking paws*
Bret:...I...I could never do anything like that....Vixen...would never have me....the Captain of a rusting slave liner...shes a wildcat....and I'm a kitsune...I don't know........However....I...I finally worked up the courage....to ask her to dinner....I mean me!...I still can't believe I did that...I still.....I didn't mean....I....Oh what did I do....
*Bret looks out the window into the docks of Rochester* *..'Speed of Sound' starts playing in the background..*
Bret:....Oh who am I kidding!......I stare death in the face each time I see the callsigns of a BHG ship...and I'm asking her to dinner!....Bret....You have to reap what you sow....or whatever they say....Should i call it off....no...that would upset her...I....i guess I'll have to see how this play out...
*INTERCOM* Jenson: Sir....We have an issue with the Dockmaster about our cargo being loaded...Suggest you come down to the floor...
Bret:....I....I'll be right there......Computer end log...
==END OF LOG==
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
*Bret walks into his cabin....angrily throwing his gloves and jacket across the room*
Bret:...Dammit!...
*Slams his paws against the top of his desk*
Bret:....Why...Why did they have to shoot her ship?!...I should have been there....I could have helped Her....Its bad enough shes in the condition shes in....and these dammed Merc's come in and take her ship out due to a bounty which I have never heard of...and...and..*sniff*...
*Tears begin to fall from Bret's face as he remembers what he saw*
Bret: Why did we have to be different...*sob*..I never wanted this life to begin with..*sniff*.....I don't want to see more like myself and others..*sniff*...suffer like this..
*Bret falls to the floor and enters a fetal position...Crying*
Bret: I don't.....want....*sniff*...this pain...*sniff*...anymore...What am I to do.....
==END OF LOG==
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
*Bret walks along the corridors of the ship...pausing at the work needed to be done to the aging vessel.....He then pulls out his datapad and begins typing*
Bret:....Captain's log...Date...April 29....Days in space...149....With what happened to Vixen's ship,....I have decided to give my main bridge crew a week of shore leave to be with their families...I paid for the shuttles to take them so that the ship didn't have to leave New York...However....I fear that Miki's grandparents may not want a child of his age on a ship such as this.....In my talks with them...they showed great concern about his future with him not being in school..
*Bret pauses as he remembers the conversation*
...His grandfather however...I could tell from his facial features...Didn't like the fact that his grandchild was being cared by...someone of my stature...It is regretable to know that even the wisest of humans still cannot see past their own two eyes....
*Bret turns off his datapad and returns to stroll along the corridors*
==END OF LOG==
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
*Bret lays on his bed...looking through the window..peering into the stars*
Bret:....Computer....Play music selection 12...and begin log...
Computer: *BEEP* *..'Sunshine in a Bag' begins playing..*
Bret:....Well today was one to remember.....Vixen and I went to Omicron Alpha....That was an adrenaline rush....Two outcast Dreadnoughts and 3 Destroyers were at Planet Malta....I'm glad Vixen's smooth tongue got us into no trouble....Still....i didn't like the fact they made us carry some cardimine with us on the trip back...I still can't believe Eva said before we left New York if it was our honeymoon or something like that...
*Bret turn and stares at the ceiling*
Bret:.....Still...then the day turned bad real quick....While I was in Colorado...doing nothing really....Mr. 'One-liner' Himself Douglas.Quaid comes around and proceeds to shoot at me....Being the history of him...I decided not to pay his demands.....Regretfully...the ship suffered serious damage to the hull and the crew was able to get the ship here at Rochester.....Just barely....I've had enough of his ranting and all...Oh well...Maybe the bounty I placed on his ship will change his mind...
*..'Daia No Hana' starts playing..*
Bret:...Oh well...maybe in the end the guy will learn.....I simply don't understand some humans and the actions they take...I guess one has to learn the hard way in order to understand......Ilo and Jenson contacted me on secure channels...they say that we may have the ability to pilot one of the ships we took a look at....Still need to talk to the Junker Congress about a few things...Computer....End log...
==END OF LOG==
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
==CAPTAIN'S LOG==
==DATE-MAY-4-818 AS==
==LOCATION-STATIONARY ORBIT AROUND ROCHESTER==
==BEGINNING LOG==
*Bret sits at his desk....looking at a picture of Vixen's ship...The anomaly near Ithaca Station in the background*
Bret:....Computer....Play music selection 4...and begin log...
Computer: *BEEP*
*..'Hymn to the Sea' plays in the background..*
Bret:....Captain's log....May 4th....Days in space...154......The past few days have been very nice to me....and my crew....We finally got the ship I told Ilo to look into...Jenson is mad because he thought the cruiser from Rhienland would be better...but our application didn't go through for us...Crew Morale is good...We have been gaining favor with the locals since we started moving refugees from Leeds to Pittsburgh........
*Bret looks into the stars through his window....pausing at the glimmer of light from the sun coming from around Planet Manhattan*
Bret:....As of late.....Ms. Eva McDowell and Mr. Gunther Rall have been showing up here at Rochester....they have a strange knack for showing up when Vixen is in system.....*chuckle*....Eva asked Vix about her ability to have children...And we both fell out of our chairs...Then by the luck of a higher power...a group of LN ships came to the station...just as Eva was gonna as me the same question....Oh,...Saved by the bell I was....But..Vix made me promise that I would answer her question the next time they both came round...Vix knows how to get a person to do what she wants....Maybe that is why I feel a strong connection to her....
*..'Into the Fire' begins to play..*.....*Bret looks back down at the picture*
Bret:....Oh....I hope she likes the gift I got her......I cant believe that Order pilot wanted 15 mil for it....good thing I was able to...Heckle...it down to 10 mil....Maybe she might be able to make use of it...it could help her with that band problem of hers.....It would be great if she could be without it...it would help with her health for one...
*Bret walks up to the window and places his paws on the glass*
Bret:..I met a man toady that gave me the creeps....Said he used to hunt down those who were like me....I have to keep an eye out for him....And with the new ship we have....I hope to finally find those who escaped with me...I hope they're all right...I need to find them...Computer...End log...
==END OF LOG==
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
*Bret walks along the paths built into the makeshift station* Bret:...I can't believe this.....Eva...you've gone and done it....Now not only am I targeted by the LN again...but now so is Vix..and Eva...If this is her idea of getting me and Vix together....she needs her head examined...Well...at least she paid for a room for us....I'm letting Vix have the bed....I'm ohkay on the floor anyway... *Bret walks to the door where Vix is staying.....opens the door....and walks in*
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
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