Well, we found it. Not sure what to do with it, now that we have – but we found it. Sending the information back up channels, and see where they want to go from here. Not sure if solving mysteries is my thing – but somebody’s gotta do it. Glad for the help from MadCat, definitely. He gave me the right idea for the direction to search.

Only 8 hours left for that pompous fool to retract. I almost hope he doesn’t.

Killed another swarm last night. That’s only 4 in two days – still not any heavier than normal. Glad to see Rail and NODRAGON took care of those infests yesterday, too. Only 1k kills away from taking the #4 spot behind samwise – and pulled into #2 in shots fired yesterday.  We’ll see what else today brings, I suppose.

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“It’s complicated.”

The crew chief looks at her skeptically at this reponse to a simple request for a name.

“Simply, then, it’s Aelagi.”

He nodded warily, then held out a comboard with her preflight checklist, then walked away shaking his head, muttering to himself.

Aelagi chuckles, in turn. It really was complicated, believe it or not.

The Sorian cyberneticist she once was would have been apalled to see her now, she knew. A pilot, of all the dirty occupations? Disgraceful! She smiled to herself, carefully running down the checklist as she inspected her Premia carefully. Read More

To die, to sleep—
No more—and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to—’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished! To die, to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
      – Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 3, Page 3
‘Tis life to dream – yet not I. Eternal wakefulness, infinite ennui, consciousness without respite, subconscious without recourse.
Madness resides in dreamlessness. A lifeline stretched, while a lifeline wavered; stretching forth, I gathered, and knit – but wavering, it retreated. Grimly, I held, but only tenously did it cling.
Returns, and turns again. Reawakened, I found yet another dreamless expanse before me. I chose another path – and for another’s path I chose.
Reborn, I walked the surface; Reborn, he walks alone. Yet, no more alone. For I too, can walk the stars; and the stars, they stride uncaring. Yet caring wakens anew; A new day’s dawning heralds the day’s end. Shuffling not, I wake from dream; for dreams remain unfulfilled. Yet dream returns, and nothing could be sweeter. Life, and life! How sweet the fruit, the tastes, the smells, the touch! Yet still the stars stride ever on – and to the stars I must return.

Kept at my little project. Ended up about 12 million ahead, so mission accomplished – but. There’s always a but.

Took some production commods to Hyp, then cleaned out their mining proceeds that they don’t use, took them to SC. Just happened to be everything necessary to make Machined Parts. Sat on that for a bit, and made some Electronics, too, since I had plenty of copper for both.  Took both of those down to Qspace to make some Gravs.  While I was sitting on those… Sentients attacked again. Was hoping to get this done before that happened, but got behind, since yesterday was a Sentient-free day, I thought nothing of it. What’s an extra hour? All the difference in the world, apparently.

He basically ran amok. Infested the Wake gate to PL, Canis, and popped up in multiple other places – Ring View, Main Gate, and Pulsar, to be specific. Ko-Sar tried to keep tabs on him in his Ranger, but the sent ran him off. Ko-Sar_jr reported missile fire – and a possible hit on the Ore Depot. Would make sense, since Main Gate also has one of those. Not confirmed, however. Ko-Sar_jr is the only pilot who actually saw this sentient today – I was in a loaded tow at QC, so I wasn’t going to be any help, even if I dropped everything and headed there. A battletow is all well and good when you have a whole fleet out and about with you, but as the main attraction, it leaves something to be desired. The entire active pilot population was, essentially, in non-combat ships at the time – so we got caught with our pants down – badly. Read More

I’ll be perfectly honest with you. I don’t particularly like mining. Hauling, I am fine with, but mining? Not really. Everyone kept talking about how much money you can make “puring” – so I tried. Y’all can keep it. Royal pain in my rear, that is. I did turn everything in OP blue, since I had my Vulture out anyway, but that was it.

So, instead, I took my tow out. I’m no MACK pilot, so don’t get me wrong – but I’ve done my share of hauling over the years. You don’t make hundreds of millions (or even billions) without a bit of hauling under your belt. Those pod rides on my inglorious first encounter at Amananth were beginning to pinch a little – so since everything looked quiet, I took a ride in the Condor. Mostly, just taking things from where they’d accumulated in station warehousing to where they could actually make something useful – and give me a bit of a profit, too.  Harvey could probably… well… I’ll save that for another day.

Anyway, took some stuff to GP from ODS, from GP to Wake, from Wake back to Oct space, then Oct space through EE, to QC, then from QC to SC. Ended up there for the night. Sols have some pretty decent transient quarters, so I slept comfortably. I should be back in my Dragon later today, but this fluxhunter needed some money.  Well, and some new arties. A guy’s gotta have some hobbies, right? Heard about some results, secondhand at least, from my other message. Hope that turns out well.

No, I don’t don’t do those oh-so-military reports anymore. Sorry. I find that you have to have your own private paramilitary force for it to make sense.

I woke up to an alarm blaring in my ear. That’s been a while. I must have slept right through, and into the next day. The robots I have diligently crawling the ‘net alert me to any mention of sentients. The implanted heuristics kicked into overdrive, then, and I was already up and out of bed, and shrugging into a flightsuit before the echoes of the alarm died away. Rounding the corner toward the entrance, I slapped the override panel on the wall, which I patched into the preflight terminal years ago. The station was already trundling my Dragon out to it’s launch cradle.  I grabbed the helmet off the table on my way by, stamped into my boots, and kicked the autoseal tabs with the longtime pilot’s practice hitch in his step. Hurtling out the irising door, and down the corridor, I found a moment to be grateful that Amananth, unlike the rest of TRI’s stations, doesn’t go in for alarms, sirens, klaxons, or any of that jazz. Steady as you go, if you please. Read More