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For Attention XO RepEx Shipping 007.
Hi Pam.. it's Nick... I'm ok...I'm ok.
Last time you saw me I was in a bad way, a very bad way, but don't worry!
A corsair called Gentle rescued me from the New Berlin before I could do any more damage... he appeared like an Angel.. I know..the irony eh?
Obviously you and I can no longer be associated with each other as I am an outlaw in the Rheinlands now and Corsairs don't take too well to the principles of RepEx Shipping so the 007 is yours. I know you shall take great care of her and serve the company well!
The Ritual of Cleansing with Gentle and the Oracle seems to have changed something within me, I have a measure of control over these strange abilities i have... i just wish the passing through walls one would come back... that could be very handy indeed.. these Corsair women are a lot of fun to look at.
I met the nastiest sonofabitch the other day, they call him Frostbite, he looks like he fell out of a fridge.. no Sh**! I mean he literally looks that way. The guy has more armor built onto him than I have on my Gunboat! It's insane!
He's a great friend though, keeps me safe and helps me control the rage. Frost and Fire.. cute huh?
A fellow called Asno has taken it upon himself to train me further in Gunboat combat, he is different to Victor but a great guy. i do miss Victor and Smaltz though, they were really good friends! I hope to see them soon (Without them trying to kill me hopefully).
Gentle watches over me like a father over a son, something bugs him though, as if he knows something about my future that i don't. I feel like evryone knows more about my future than I do.
As for my past.. well it turns out I'm not 'the one'... I am a failed scientific experiment. Frankly i am relieved.
Basically I was a test-tube baby (I know.. i know...)
Evidently both my 'Parents' were uber soldiers and this was supposed to give me some kind of tactical DNA...
When I turned five they allowed a Nomad to infest me and when I turned twenty one they somehow ripped it out without killing me.
This left me with strange qualities which I guess were left over from the infestation.
It seems they fused some kind of antimatter with my DNA in the test tube which, joined to Nomad DNA, enables me to utilize this highly explosive substance in a suppressed manner... It turns out my emotion and subconscious imagination control it's effect.. hence those huge wings i get when i'm pissed off!
HA HA HA Pam... i'm a damn freak.
I am just thankful that these Corsairs have a way of keeping me safe.
I feel safe, I really do, but i just can't help feeling that I should be somewhere else...
Dead.
Yup, you heard me, I get the feeling that everyone would be safer if I was dead...
Something inside of me won't let me end myself though, as if IT has more control in some places.
I fly straight at Bounty Hunters, vastly outnumbered, my finger off the trigger... and when i came to my senses they are all charred corpses...
Even when my ship is destroyed do I live.
Frack.
Well thats enough of that, i think you get the picture.
Well Pam, I know I have never said it before but thank you.
Safe travels and Your God be with you.
Mine seems to be with me whether I like it or not.
Nick looked out of the window of the Gunboat and felt a jolt of excitement.
He sensed it. They were coming for him.
Instead of dread, there was relief, a sense of warmth, calm, peace.
The turmoil would be over.
He activated the comms and spoke: 'Angelfire log, for relay to Master Gentle.'
'My time has come master. i can never thank you enough for your love and guidance. take care of Frostbite, he is a good man and a loyal man.
My thanks to Asno for his consistent friendship and mentorship.
Farewell.
End log.'
It was time.
Nick turned his head and saw the sleek blue missile streaking towards him.