"Memories, it was all I had. My vision was black, I dont know if I can see at all. Numbness, all over."
-Entry ended-
New Entry made:
January 16th 798 A.S
" I hear a voice. Dark, grumpy but also, excited.
'So, example 55389 is ready?' says the dark voice
'Yes it is, but im afraid he will need more fine tuning. Still he's a marvelous example, maybe the best so far. No problems with the installment of the upgrades' says a light and soft voice
'Good, and his name? We need to give him a name right?' the dark voice says. This time he sounds more, relaxed
'Yes, his old name was Darmos Sidun, were re-naming him Darth Sidious' says the light voice, but now it sounds different. Its excited, joyful, yet anxious.
'Darth Sidious, a name i wont forget, most surely i wont forget' a new voice says. This one is sharp and more quiet.
I feel tired, the numbness is returning. Everything goes black*
-Entry ended-
New entry made:
January 23rd 798 A.S
"I can see now, Its wierd. My vision is better, better then when i was a kid, yet still it feels immature. Im free from my container. Many people lies around me, seemingly sleeping heavyli. Their bleeding.
I try to walk, its too hard, so I crawl along the floor towards the 'The Centre'. Maybe thats the command centre, maybe they can help.
Well 'The Centre' is empty. Theres a guy hanging over a chair, bleeding. He's mumbling; get out, it will blow in 10 minutes.
'Wait, what will blow?'
I use the chair to get up. Im having troubble walking straight, but at least i can walk normally. I feel dizzy and its cold.
Down the hall I find a locker-room. I grab a pilot suit and heads out. I find my way to a hangar, somehow. theres people here, all over. Running towards the ships in there. I hurry, my instincts tell me to run. I walk faster, faster, faster, Im running. Running towards the ships. Im fast, way faster then the others.
I jump into a ship close by. I struggle to start it, finally I find the buttons.... 'Enter Code'
'Wait, whats the code....?'
'7 Minutes to Self-Destruction' a metallic voice sounds
'I start typing... LSFTest66'
'Code Accepted. Engines Operational'
The holo-hud lights up, the once pitchblack windows become transparent with all sorts of status indicators.
'Welcome'
'Defender Mainframe operational'
I start panicing. I made it start, but how to undock, how to fly?
While my panic starts to worsen the ship takes off. I discover that I somehow can make the plane fly by thought only. its wierd, but a the moment its irrelevant to me.
I leave the station and head for what looks like to be a vortex in the middle of nowhere... Ship scanners start going off.
'WARNING approaching Jumphole'
I fly closer
'Danger Jump navigation systems offline. Do not enter the Jumphole'
I command the ship to fire up these 'Jump Navigation Systems'.
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'J.N.S activated'
I fly into the hole. Everything goes black."
-Entry ended-
New entry made:
February 1st 798 A.S
" 'Wake up!'
Someones yelling, I dont know were.
'Pilot are you there?'
Someones on my comms
I try to talk. With a weak, whispering voice I manage to say: Yes
'Good, now try stay alive untill we get you down on the planet'
I start to feel cold. Im bleeding. I start sleeping.
When I wake up, I find my ship being taued by 2 fighters.
They'r bring my ship back to a orange planet. Their accent is funny, im having some troubble understanding them.
At the planet I get dragged into a prison. They ask me lots of questions about origin, who i work for, whats with the ship.
'I dont know anything. I woke up in a place with a lot of pain. I was told by a dying man that the place were to blow up in some minutes and I ran to the hangar and fled. After using a strange vortex in middle of nowhere i ended up here' I replied.
'Hmm, this man, I've seen him before. While he was still a boy' said another man who just entered the room
'Yes, Darmos Sidun, he was a bretonian thief. Known for his uncountable thieveries at planet Leeds' the man said
No, no my name is Darth Sidious, I replied
'Well, Darth Sidious is it? Seems like we may make good use of you' said one of the big guys
Then another man stood up from the shadows
'We welcome you to Malta, Land of the outcasts' he said
They brought me to a new place... This one was filled with young men and a few women. All lined up in pilot suits.
'Welcome to Malta Naval Forces boot camp'
'Here we will whip you into shape. You will be working for us' Said the man in the passenger seat infront
Im gonna become a pilot, and one day, I'll find out what happend to me.
-Entry ended-
New entry made:
June 9th 798 A.S
"Its been a long time since i last saw the fields of Malta. My profession as a Outcast pilot led me into fights all over Sirius. This is wonderful. Im flying a brand new 'Sabre' very heavy fighter. Its handling and looks are amazing. Same is the power and manouverability.
2 Weeks ago I was in a fierce battle with some Corsairs. They are good, but those inbred cannibals is nothing compared to an Outcast. Their skill is not at ace level, but their numbers make up for it. They have some nasty guns too. Darn it, those were crippling my shield too fast, luckily, those ships of theirs are slow and they do little to none hull-damage. Once my wyrms got the shield down, they died rather fast.
After the long fights I was, together with my wing, sent to Newcastle to defend our base there. This proved hard and dangeorus. Not just had the Corsairs come all the way to blow our base up, but also a group of Bretonian policemen, looking for a good fight. This was a bad moment, and we lost many good pilots.
I was lucky, my ship got torn to pieces, but I managed to get docked soon after. Thanks to the great mechanics and a little dose of cardamine, I was ready to fight, and what a fight!!.
For hours we fought, shooting each other to pieces before nailing the cockpits. This proved fun, and it triggered a desire for more.
Upon my return to Alpha we was ambushed by a group of IMG and Colonial ships. Tho battlehardened, and few in numbers we won. But this time we suffered. Tired of fighting, and exhausted from endless hours of flight, a combination leathal to most pilots, we lost 4 of our pilots.
Back at Malta we shed our tears over the loss of our brothers and sisters."
-Entry ended-
New entry made:
June 13th 798 A.S
"Today was a big day, a memorable day. Today I was promoted to a Gunship Captain. Finally me, and a crew of 5 would roam the galaxy wrecking havoc upon traders and Corsairs alike."
-Entry ended-
New entry made:
September 1st 798 A.S
"Carlos, Juan, Perez, Eduardo and I had finally succeded. After almost 3 months of piracy and havoc I was yet again reaping the sweet fruits of my actions. A meeting with one of the higher ups in the Maltese navy. I was ordered to hunt down some petty pirate that had committed treason. Me and my crew went right to work, and just 2 days after we found his ship floating in Eta, but something was wrong. The ship was battered, and burnmarks on the hull suggested that he had been hit by a strong plasma or laser weapon of some kind. While inspecting the ship we saw a signal on the radar, but it dissapeared as soon as it emmerged.
'What was that?'
Ill never rest before Ill find the answer"
-Entry ended-
New entry made:
September 29th 798 A.S
"Today I witnessed a Great Spirit. Such a marvelous sight, such beauty and power, all combined. I wish I knew more about them. They facinate me and Im deeply honoured by even their briefest appearance"
A battlecruiser and a interception wing had caught up to the tridente. The last thing I could remember was a Razor tearing the ship in half. The Razor had destroyed the emergency depressurisation airlocks to malfunction and everybody except Sidious had died or been lost.
A rogue patroll had done a neckbreaking manouver and tractored my pod in before running into the badlands. Or atleast thats what the nurse said.
"Argh the pain, give me more morphine, give me cardamine, lots of lots of cardamine"
- Entry ended -
New entry made:
January 31st 799 A.S
Finally, I got a new tridente. It took almost 2 months to get a new one rebuilt for me, but luckyli, it's not too late.
The battlecruiser, the captain is still out there. I will get revenge. I will take him to Malta, and play with him as I want.
On a sidenote, I'm finally done moving. Finally I'm out of the suburbs, got myself a 89 square meter flat just 1 mile from my office. God damn paperwork has been killing me as of late.
-Entry ended-
New entry made:
May 11th 799 A.S
"SUCCESS!!"
Excuse my behaviour, but today was a big day. I was, as of today, promoted to First Staff Liutendant, and thus been given the rights to command a Storta class Destroyer, but theres more. I'm also assigned a wing of my own.
So, after 2 days in the academy I have picked out two out of three wingmen. *cough* and women.
My first choice was Perdo Marcello, my second one, Daniella Vinchi. Both with well above average score. Well above the maturity of most Sergeants.
These hermanos will serve me well, and I shall protect them with my life if I must.
-Entry Ended-
New entry made:
May 17th 799 A.S
Finally, I get to see my new ship. It's beautiful.
The new ship is still lacking a callsign, so currently it's just displaying my captain lincense. Hopefully, we can get a proper callsign soon.
-Entry ended-
New entry made:
October 1st 799 A.S
Today we were assigned a mission. It is expected to last 4 years, there will be no time for "private" paperwork. The Razorspine, wich is the callsign of the Storta I command, is getting prepared as I speak. Food, water, medicines, cardamine and other necessities is already loaded. The ship is almost completely stuffed with supplies and spareparts.
This is the last log entry I will make untill the mission is over. Sidious out.
We're finally back from our mission, and just to discover there is another one waiting. This one is even bigger, and again, I must be brief. Though I will tell you some of the events that happened during the previous mission.
We were flying towards the deep Omnicrons, thing's was quiet. The alarm sounded as we approached our goal, a big cloud consisting of some unknown matter. Nomads were guarding it heavyli, so we had to step careful. Seems like being an Outcast were no guarantie for safety this time.
They didn't bother us, but always kept us at a distance from the core of the cloud. I don't know what it might be, but we all agreed that we should leave.
After this, the journey took us through the Omegas, where we were ambushed by a corsair assault party. Luckyli we escaped with just some minor scratches. The trip from there to Rheinland was long and perilous. The Hessians were increasingly agitated to see a Outcast ship in their backyard, and their attitude wasn't concealed well enough. We took the hint and went back into the deep omegas. This is were we encountered Das Wilde. They were, like the nomads in the cloud, keeping us from going to places.
We went outside known space for almost 1 year, charted out alot of places. One such place was an asteroid field far far outside the charts. It turned out to be rich on minerals such as Silver, Gold and copper, but also had pockets of Radium. The entire field was utter most hostile against human beings. The radiation levels caught alot of us unprepared and four of our crewmembers died. Susannah Corsa, Tony Corsa, Monty Krutz and Bernard Tuscan. The danger of the field was too great, and we decided to leave. It took us almost a entire year to return to Sirius, and the boarders of Bretonia.
From there on, we visited Cape Wrath, before making our way home.
- Entry ended -
New entry made:
October 29th 803 A-S
Were about to set off for a new mission, this one is a bit tricky. There appears to be an system known as Chester, in the heart of Bretonia. We are to chart it out. then head out for the Newcastle system and load up on supplies before being sendt on a mission of undetermined lenght.
- Entry ended -
New entry made:
January 3rd 805 A.S
I finally had time to fill in the logs a little bit. The mission is over and im back to regular operational duty. This will be my last entry in this log. The times ahead will be smooth, and repetetive logging of actions is not needed. My new second in command, Emilio Sentini, was killed in action last month. Daniella Vinchi is now my only second in command. Our hearts is heavy, there has been alot of losses during the past years. I hope we will see times were our hermanos does not die.
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