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> Rebilitation video log <
Patient Identification code: B0746
Name: Antonio Devivar
Other Identification sources: callsign Vilkas
DAY 1
And they say that talking into some little camera will make me better. But else they offer me little but synth paste to eat if I won't agree on this thing they dare to call project, so, here I am.
- Vilkas, you need to tell about your state of health.... *A voice from a side
- Ow, can you just shut the hell up. Who's log is this ?
Si, I think I must to say that happened in the first place. It was simple fight. Similiar to ones of many which had happen in my whole life. Similiar skirmishes left a lot of scars on my body. But none of them had such outcome as this. And what the hell of person he was. Seems he targeted the cockpit itself. After loosing shield, like I'm always used to, ship showed all systems to be green. And then baammm.. just saw incoming missile. Directly to my forhead as it seemed. The rest. The rest is unclear. I woke up here. In Etna. People told me that I should be glad I survived but? Ha ha. They probably don't know who they are dealing with. I'm not that easy to kill.
- Tell me about the trauma *Voice from a side gave his input agian
- Damn haven't I told you to stop interfering with MY LOG?
*He was about to stand up and shut the voice with his injured fist. Unfortunatly, the pain was stronger than him and he collapsed back to his chair. A sound of fast footsteps coming closer perturbed the silence.*
- Just try to come any closer and I'll suffocate you with my bare hands, got that?!
- Senor, calm down. You shouldn't make such moves for now. It can be dangerous the woun.
- Shut the hell up and step a side, or I'll find something to throw at your head! --------------- Ah got that? Bien.
Damn wounds. Right forgot about them. They throw jokes around like my body do not belongs to me anymore. Ha ha.. Liver, half of the lungs, heart and one shoulder was reconstructed from spare body parts and organs we were harvesting after we settled on Etna. Irony, I'm having the taste of my own medicine.
*Smiled*
But since it was an operation so vast... Then almost 1/3 of my body was replaced in single operation they wanted to spectate my recovery. Heh like no-one else endured this.
Laboratory rat
*His smile slowly disappeared and changed to signs of distress..*[/font]
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> Rehabilitation video log <
Patient Identification code: B0746
Name: Antonio Devivar
Other Identification sources: callsign Vilkas
DAY 2
They placed me in front of this screen again. Hm perhaps I should just sit here and pretend I'm talking something important. But I have that stupido around who is always ready to help me make the video.... bah. And they say I should later start filling this myself on free will. Like that ever going to happen.
- Well tell how you are feel....*Voice came from the side, like it happened on the last log
*Antonio turned his head to the side the voice was coming from, clasped his fingers into a fist. Side voice silenced.*
I am feeling quite well now. Doctors said that it's very unlikely and strange to happen after suffering such trauma. You know what I think? I think they just don't know me. Like one missile can take me down? This thinking of theirs actually humiliates me. A super nova wouldn't be enought to do the task right. Blah. I heard rumours around Etna recently that doctors who are responsible for my rehabilitation sent a massege to Crete to dispatch a group of scientsts who would watch over my rehabilitation too. Why? ...
This is surely getting o...
- Feel free to show your emotions, this will only be a help to you. *Seems the comentator was really happy about his job
*But Vilkas couldn't stand it. He had leaned under the table, picked a trash bin and throwed at the left side*
- Ahhh, are you crazy?
- Bingo !*A hearty laugh lasted for half a minute, after it Antonio fixed camera's position and continued his video log
Alltought I think I'm getting used to it. Nah, I'll get weak if this will continue anylonger, something must be done. I'm putting my hope with those tests tomorrow. Perhaps If I'll show up good enough they'll let me out of this place. Damn what a stench of various medicines.
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> Rebilitation video log <
Patient Identification code: B0746
Name: Antonio Devivar
Other Identification sources: callsign Vilkas
DAY 3
Loud mouth gringo came today in the morning to said that tests will be late for a few days. Just great. Even more sitting in this place doing nothing awaits. But I feel almost good enought to do all the basic chours around. Despite that, "you better rest" is all I hear around here. Hopefully I can still live with that. Today Jose came to pay a visit and brought some goodies, he surely helps to keep my spirit high. A huge bottle of rum and few cigars. And a letter from her. In addition to that My name was announced to be on MIA list, I can't believe that!It doesn't make sense. Ech but Why should I care. I'm alive, that's most important now.
*few moments after, Antonio picked the sheet of paper which was lying on his desk. *
You know, I never tough that one night's adventure can envolve into something like this but. Seems I first time care about woman like she would be something more than just a.. hmm entertainment tool
*He sat a minute in silence, looking a bit to side from the camera in one spot*
What the hell I'm talking?!
*Antonio grabbed the piece of paper and ripped it apart*
Nah, I'm not some immature sissy boy who can't hol
*He was about to open his bottle then "Loudmouth gringo" started to shout*
- Heh senor, not before the tests, or they will keep you here till the end of this month for good.
*He wanted to smack the bottle at "Gringo's" head what he would have done neturaly, but something held him at that time. Vilkas realised what result it may cause*
- You feeling alright, senor?
- Si, enough of this. *he said it calmly, like nothing had happened* Can I atleast have a smoke? I'll give you the second fatty if you'll keep your mouth shut about this, stupido.
*Appearently the guy didn't expected such hospitality from Vilkas. But he came closer and picked the offered gift carefully after few seconds passed. For him such temper change of the patient was unexpected, paticularly from Vilkas*
-What? So you gonna sit there like a braindamaged toro who is waiting for someone to slaughter it? Light the damn cigar until I haven't set your hair on fire!
*Soon the fumes filled the chamber and sihuallet of someone's hand switched off the camera*
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> Rebilitation video log <
Patient Identification code: B0746
Name: Antonio Devivar
Other Identification sources: callsign Vilkas
DAY 4
And they say it's impossible. Damn I said I am feeling good and almost at full potencial! So what the hell is wrong with them. I am fine right? In a name of
*He turned a side to swear*
Those tests are good for nothing. Instead of letting me go finaly, they prescribe additional tests. Like I'm some sort of laboratory rat on which they can do their tricks. We have plenty of those captured and brought here for this matter, why it's me? What's about me being so special? No no no there will be no further analysis, tests, machines, scientists. If I recover faster then others it's just my personal trait. Not some kind of a miracle. I am stronger than the rest ! What is so hard to understand here. Hmm
- Now I need calm down and get to thinking. The scientist brigade should be here in a few days, as that gringo told me. Right, stupido?
*Antonio turned camera to the left corner of the room. The "gringo" was sitting on the floor tied up and with sealed mouth. He was making strange noises while trying to say something, but these attempts were futile*
So I don't have much time left. Jose should be able to help. Hmmm Sails?... no, I'm already on MIA list. Neither they could help me to go away with this. All hopes on Jose then. I should be safe on board at Luxuri liner Hawaii. Right, but how to get there from etna?
*He turned a side, picked a sheet of paper, a pencil and started to draw something on it. Antonio sat like that for about 40 minutes until:
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>Personal video log<
Name: Antonio Devivar
Other identification sources: callsign Vilkas
Day ???
Uhhh it is nice that I have some leftovers left for a cloudy day Welcome aboard Luxuri liner Hawaii in which kusarian corsair artifact trade takes part. Only one problem is here. I soon found those kusarians to be rather unpleasant. But.. *he paused a minute*but that's a different story I decided I'll continue my work with this camera afterall. Heh, since I really do not have with who to talk to here. And maybe some day I'll be able to give this record to her.
*Vilkas spanked his own face*
Now back to were I was. Ah the escape trip. It wasn't that hard, but quite strange. I never tought I am capable of such a trick. Jose needed to launch from a base with transport full of organs ready to be smuggled to Bretonia. In a short period of time, I was able to use same docking pad being just behind his transport. Alltought it demanded cauculations and perfect timing b. *expressions of face changed into signs of confusion, after few moments Antonio continued* I still don't get it how that could possibly happenen. Docking pads locks just few seconds after ship launches or docks, to prevet from possible hostile ship docking in extream situations, bet I managed.. to. Hmm.
Well who cares now. I rather won't bother myself with useless questions. What matters is that I am here now. Alone. But, there were worse times in my life - exilement for example. Pretty similar like things are now.
*He smiled again*
Atleast I have my ship now. Sigmas are near, and I'm sure I'll make a stable source of income around here. But before that !!! Bar.. damn. I must have a drink !
*He was about to turn away and go out from his room but turned back*
Hmm still, something bothers me. Despite the injuries I suffered I feel just strangely great. But that's impossible. Perhaps.. perhaps those scientists weren't sent just to "specatate". But wait. What I am doing now? It's not really a reason to whine or be nervous, but opposite - to celebrate. Ha ha.. Chikas, hold on Vilkas is coming to fiesta !
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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.*
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>Personal video log<
Name: Antonio Devivar
Other identification sources: callsign Vilkas
DAY AFTER "THE NEXT DAY"
Today I woke up on the floor. Head is in pain since the morning. Terribly. I'm feeling that each and every moment I can drop out of consciousness. I can't live like this. Or. Ahhh decided to upload these logs I was making to.. her. Or not. I don't remember anymore. All I got now is this pill. Some gringo said this will help me to recover, but why I should trust her? Do I have any other choice? I'm running low on money, my ship is in tragic stance, but. My health, my life is. I don't know breathing out?
I can't throw out that strange woman I met at the bar today out of my mind. Why she thinks that she knows whats happening to me? Damn Kusarians, hell with them. Way it is always them. Why I always must to give my lifeline to someone else's hands ! WHY????
*unfortunatly, he didn't had enough of power to rise his hand and bash the wall with his fist.*
Or I die slowly, like a weakling here in my room. Or kill myself with this pill. Or survive. Hell. I never tought I'll die out of sickness, not such death, please Faith, not in such way..
*Tears were dropping from his chin.. leaving a glisting line of salt water from his eyes down to his mouth. And Antonio swallowed the pill while leaning back for a rest*
MUCH LATER THAT DAY
I don't know then I woke up. But it seems that I'm feeling sightly better. Such a simple thing can save a life? Perhaps there is some new pharma cryer producing. I'm starting to regret that I left Etna. Perhaps they had what to be nervous about. Also, do not let me out from the hospital carring apartment. But now is too late to get back. No, no I don't want to sit somewhere in Crete or Etna locked down for further analysis. I rather stay here. Si. Hmm, it would be good idea to get more of that medicine if syntoms would return, just in case.
But then another thing is worring me - stance of the ship. I can trash tizonas already I guess. Heh won't get any new ones. Still perhaps I could fix the wings, or equipment dealer might help. And then go get some debilators instead old good del cids for now. Should work for now. Yes, this is what I'll do. Everything will get better. Si. I hope so
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>Personal video log<
Name: Antonio Devivar
Other identification sources: callsign Vilkas
THE DAY AFTER YESTERDAY
I'm basicly a dead man, coropse who can function in biological aspect. I no longer have where to return, neither a reason to exist. *Antonio sat with bleached face, without expressions, seemed that even blinking was alien to him* Si Ship? I still have it. Equipment dealer managed to help a bit yesterday. Tizonas should work for sometime and ship should hold on together for some time. But I think that I do not need it anylonger. Or maybe, maybe I can still have a good use of it. Propably to dig my own grave somewhere.
*he leaned back for a moment, but after a second got back to previous position*
And her voice still blows in my mind. That word, single word, which can demolish entire purpose of life: Cardamine. What to do next? I came with few options. Exist like rogue dog, more likely like a ghost around sigmas, propably I could find a shelter at Yanagi. But that would be just dragging my life pointlessly. To live and wait for death to liberate me from torture of life, while living in a shadow is not an option for me. I could try to get back to Empire but. They would lock me down for analysis and after I would become useless they would kill me. No doubt. Or perhaps I should end it all here, I have a knife which led me these 7 years.
*Antonio took a knife which was fit to his right haunch and rised it to the neck freezing in such position. But something distracted Vilkas attention and he turned his head to a side *
Stars..propably that day isn't going to come after all. *he kept daydreaming for a while. Afterwards he lied down the knife from his neck*
There is better way to do it. Omicron Beta is just one jump away. But before that I should have time for the last drink, guess this is the beginning of an end.
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>Personal video log<
Name: Antonio Devivar
Other identification sources: callsign Vilkas
DAY COUNT DATA LOST
It took some time since the last record. Things have changed totally. You see people are talking about cardamine like some evil, but they do not really know what it really is. And you dont if you dont really try it yourself. You can feel the power. You can become more supreme being beyond imagination of primitive simple minds they have. Those are like blind people talking about star light, guess I used underestimate this power same earlier, but that is false belief. I realized that I can actually live on. Cardamine is easy to aquire around here if you have enough money. These rich upper class people from colonies have their habits which are hidden in shadows ussualy. And they are same sold outs like almost anyone on this system. Just offer more money or tell a story of some action in these edge worlds they arent awere living in their peaceful homes and they will gladly gift you. Stfu, such weaklings they are. They deserve to be manipulated.
*Vilkas leaned back and poured some brown color liquid from the bottle to his glass filling it to half-full. Moments passed, the old pirate finished it with one shot swallow and sighed*
Living seems easy. Im no longer dependent on some overproud benitez gringos or ruled by council decisions. Nah, Im not the one who was borned to be under someone orders. More likely the opposite I have born to rule or atleast, if not possible, to be feared. Not as corsair, but as Antonio Devivar ! Hmmphhh but maybe something can be done about it You know how that formula works: They fear you -> the respect you -> they listen to you. Ill get it handled in time if Ill continue to be surrounded by such fools.. only one problem ship. But maybe yanagi could help me, those scrap rats always have some spare parts.
My name will be known in edgeworlds !
*He lifted his hands and started pouring second glass*
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>Personal video log<
Name: Antonio Devivar
Other identification sources: callsign Vilkas
DAY COUNT DATA LOST
It's been a while then I last time been here. Freeport 9 guess only peaceful place in omicrons that you can find. No wonder why Logan guy picked up this place. Station is full of outcasts all the time. As well as corsairs, bounty hunters, all kinds of opportunists, heck even bretonians sometimes comes here. For the same reason that corsairs show their faces here around, I need to sit in shadows at the bar if I want to have a drink. Hah, and how you could possible not have a drink in such situation? What else is left to do?
*He stretched and leaned back to the camera*
Ship is badly damaged by that strange guy. I think junkers can no longer help me with their spare parts, hogoshans will be propably informed about my situation too. What's left? waiting. Logan was talking about some man called 'Doc' who should show up here soon and who arranged all of this mess I am into now. Heh, well concidering the situation I'm in at the moment I must say that I am impressed. And to find such a pilot.. There is something special about Logan and about 'Doc', how I guess, there is something even more special.
Si, this will be intresting. But what's so special about me? and why he didn't killed me then he had a chance but brought me here instead? I'm a star? Hahahahahahahaa. Perhaps I shouldn't laught about it but it's only thing I can do now.
*Antonio sighed and freezed for a moment*
Damn look at the time, I should meet up with Logan now, he is waiting for his cigar as I have promised.
