Thud
The Ishkur tears through space, bleeding fuel, drones slide back into its bay as the ship aligns for warp-
Thud
Milo working on a tabletop, he carefully pulls apart a small metal object, bringing one part up into the light with a pair of forceps-
Thud
The cloaked silhouette of an Arazu slides through space, light diffusing around it’s curved hull. Camera drones swerve 180 degrees and zoom in on a Viator anchoring a Gallente-made control tower-
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Market figures, hundreds of them, scrolling by at a rate too fast to pick out any individual items-
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A Brutor woman, pushing Milo against a wall-
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Milo, hunched over a console in an office, strange blueprints scatter the floor and desks-
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A young man, proudly walking through a crowd with a group of others, the FNA insignia clear on his jacket-
Thud
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The camera drone pans back, revealing Milo curled and shaking violently in a doorway across from the workbench-
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Showing posts with label Celia Dekline. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Celia Dekline. Show all posts
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Fears
Dieu it's been a while. I'm getting worried.
Milo can be seen pacing back and forward across the screen, the camera appears to be at a slight angle, as if it's been put down in a hurry.
I've still not heard anything from Celia. It's just like she's- Vanished. No-one at her apartment, no console activity. I'd have started a search earlier, but recent events have kept me somewhat occupied.
He stops pacing and moves across the room to another console, entering commands with his back to the camera.
I can't believe I nearly- nearly forgot. It's almost as if she- slipped my mind?
He pauses, a look of confusion crossing his face.
It's these damned implants again I just know it! I thought I'd solved the problem when I was out in Syndicate.
He stops typing and makes his way back towards the Camera. The feed stops abruptly.
Milo can be seen pacing back and forward across the screen, the camera appears to be at a slight angle, as if it's been put down in a hurry.
I've still not heard anything from Celia. It's just like she's- Vanished. No-one at her apartment, no console activity. I'd have started a search earlier, but recent events have kept me somewhat occupied.
He stops pacing and moves across the room to another console, entering commands with his back to the camera.
I can't believe I nearly- nearly forgot. It's almost as if she- slipped my mind?
He pauses, a look of confusion crossing his face.
It's these damned implants again I just know it! I thought I'd solved the problem when I was out in Syndicate.
He stops typing and makes his way back towards the Camera. The feed stops abruptly.
Friday, 28 August 2009
Returns
Milo can be seen sitting at his desk. A thin layer of dust covers the worksurface in front of him. He brushes some of it away with his hand and sighs.
That was fairly horrible.
He reaches across off-screen and starts unpacking a case, continuing to talk as he does so.
Another damn attempt to get me back.
He scowls.
Emotional blackmail, My Sister's illness, My Father's problems. Mother seems almost desperate to get me back to Aurcel for good. I think-
He pauses.
If the others had be there I might- I might've stayed. For all I knew I was being lied to. Not once did I see any other relatives. It's almost as if they'd moved off-planet. I couldn't track them, records were obscure, or blocked, and all the while my Mother spouting these- lies!
Milo is almost shouting now, hurling things across the room as he unpacks his suitcase. He jumps as something hits the far wall with a crack. He sits up, closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
I realised about half-way though the week I'd forgotten to tell Celia, or anyone else for that matter, where I was going and decided to cut my visit short. I left quietly, leaving a note for Mother telling her not to try and track me. I doubt that'll deter the woman though. I left via private shuttle rather than Interbus this time. Should make me slightly harder to follow.
He sighs.
Still, I'm going to have to do something about it eventually. I need to get ahold of my Father and my Sister before anything else, and now I have the Cartel's equipment and expertise at my disposal I can afford to put less time towards finding them-
He cuts off. There's a buzz and Milo hurries off-screen, hurrying back for a second to turn the camera drone off. The PRETA logo flashes on-screen for a moment before the feed closes.
That was fairly horrible.
He reaches across off-screen and starts unpacking a case, continuing to talk as he does so.
Another damn attempt to get me back.
He scowls.
Emotional blackmail, My Sister's illness, My Father's problems. Mother seems almost desperate to get me back to Aurcel for good. I think-
He pauses.
If the others had be there I might- I might've stayed. For all I knew I was being lied to. Not once did I see any other relatives. It's almost as if they'd moved off-planet. I couldn't track them, records were obscure, or blocked, and all the while my Mother spouting these- lies!
Milo is almost shouting now, hurling things across the room as he unpacks his suitcase. He jumps as something hits the far wall with a crack. He sits up, closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
I realised about half-way though the week I'd forgotten to tell Celia, or anyone else for that matter, where I was going and decided to cut my visit short. I left quietly, leaving a note for Mother telling her not to try and track me. I doubt that'll deter the woman though. I left via private shuttle rather than Interbus this time. Should make me slightly harder to follow.
He sighs.
Still, I'm going to have to do something about it eventually. I need to get ahold of my Father and my Sister before anything else, and now I have the Cartel's equipment and expertise at my disposal I can afford to put less time towards finding them-
He cuts off. There's a buzz and Milo hurries off-screen, hurrying back for a second to turn the camera drone off. The PRETA logo flashes on-screen for a moment before the feed closes.
Friday, 24 July 2009
Revelations
The Feed flicks on.
Instead of his usual apartment in the background, Milo appears to be sitting up in bed shirtless, and tapping into his datapad. Despite the black eye and shallow cuts and scratches on his torso, Milo looks unusually relaxed. Celia can be seen lying beside him on one side, asleep. Instead of talking into the log, text scrolls up from the bottom of the screen.
Well that was interesting.
There's a pause in the flow of text and Milo stops typing for a moment.
After a wonderful, if hastily arranged meal with Vince and Kelsy, I ended up trapped in the cargo lift with Celia for a few hours. I have no doubt that Vince arranged this, and I'm glad he did. He's been prodding and poking me about Celia ever since I installed his implant. Apparently he'd been doing the same about me with her.
Another pause.
She cornered me almost as soon as the elevator stopped and- well, I didn't realise she liked me quite so much. It's been far too long since I've done anything like that. I'm not entirely sure how I got by without.
We Ah- Eventually got the Elevator fixed and headed back here. She certainly knows how to live in style.
He Grins
I suppose I should close this feed in case I wake her up typing. It's still rather early.
Milo enters a few commands into the datapad, He types something in quickly, and the feed closes. The PRETA Logo flashing on-screen for a moment.
Instead of his usual apartment in the background, Milo appears to be sitting up in bed shirtless, and tapping into his datapad. Despite the black eye and shallow cuts and scratches on his torso, Milo looks unusually relaxed. Celia can be seen lying beside him on one side, asleep. Instead of talking into the log, text scrolls up from the bottom of the screen.
Well that was interesting.
There's a pause in the flow of text and Milo stops typing for a moment.
After a wonderful, if hastily arranged meal with Vince and Kelsy, I ended up trapped in the cargo lift with Celia for a few hours. I have no doubt that Vince arranged this, and I'm glad he did. He's been prodding and poking me about Celia ever since I installed his implant. Apparently he'd been doing the same about me with her.
Another pause.
She cornered me almost as soon as the elevator stopped and- well, I didn't realise she liked me quite so much. It's been far too long since I've done anything like that. I'm not entirely sure how I got by without.
We Ah- Eventually got the Elevator fixed and headed back here. She certainly knows how to live in style.
He Grins
I suppose I should close this feed in case I wake her up typing. It's still rather early.
Milo enters a few commands into the datapad, He types something in quickly, and the feed closes. The PRETA Logo flashing on-screen for a moment.
Friday, 19 June 2009
Fragile
Milo can be seen sitting at his workbench in his apartment, hardware and empty mugs covering the surface like so many mushrooms. He looks unusually happy.
She's back.
He takes a sip of his coffee.
After god knows how many weeks planetside, Celia's finally come back. I'm not sure how I managed to stop myself doing nothing but mope for the past few weeks. Everything has seemed so- colourless in comparison to how I feel now.
It's amazing how fragile we are considering we can command entire ships, both emotionally and physically. Newt showed up in the Skyhook with a limp after getting involved with some ridiculous Matari sport, and how I felt when Celia expressed an Interest in it- What the Hell's wrong with me? Why do I feel so damn protective?
He sighs.
Change of subject. I managed to get myself a Taranis. It's a wonderful little ship, although it operates on the edge somewhat. So far I've had a chance to test it on a Hurricane and an Enyo. Both fights feeling more dangerous than usual, entering combat in such a thinly constructed ship. Moves damn fast though.
Another sigh. Milo glances over the messy worktop.
I suppose I should clear this mess up.
He reaches over to the camera drone, and the feed closes, the PRETA logo showing on screen for a fraction of a second before It blanks out
She's back.
He takes a sip of his coffee.
After god knows how many weeks planetside, Celia's finally come back. I'm not sure how I managed to stop myself doing nothing but mope for the past few weeks. Everything has seemed so- colourless in comparison to how I feel now.
It's amazing how fragile we are considering we can command entire ships, both emotionally and physically. Newt showed up in the Skyhook with a limp after getting involved with some ridiculous Matari sport, and how I felt when Celia expressed an Interest in it- What the Hell's wrong with me? Why do I feel so damn protective?
He sighs.
Change of subject. I managed to get myself a Taranis. It's a wonderful little ship, although it operates on the edge somewhat. So far I've had a chance to test it on a Hurricane and an Enyo. Both fights feeling more dangerous than usual, entering combat in such a thinly constructed ship. Moves damn fast though.
Another sigh. Milo glances over the messy worktop.
I suppose I should clear this mess up.
He reaches over to the camera drone, and the feed closes, the PRETA logo showing on screen for a fraction of a second before It blanks out
Thursday, 4 June 2009
Slacking
The feed clicks on. Rather than his apartment, Milo is sitting at a desk in what appears to be a ship's cabin. The cabin follows the usual Gallente design ethic. Organic curves seem to permeate everything, and surfaces have a strange metallic sheen. The colours differ slightly from other Gallente frigate interiors. Reds and oranges, The corporate colours of Roden Shipyards, are prominent here.
Well, it seems I've managed to get myself into a real mess. After a night of heavy drinking to celebrate Heyna's admittance to Ghost Festival, I made the particularly stupid decision of taking the Heroiné out without trying to recover from the previous night. Now I'm stuck in Promised Land with a large fleet hunting me down.
He glances over his shoulder towards the door.
The crew don't seem too bothered by the fact that they're going to be stuck on board this ship for a couple of days while we wait for the system to clear out. I suppose they're used to living on board. I doubt I will cope quite as well.
I can't help but feel I've been slacking recently. Half of my targets are escaping because I make my approaches too obvious, Celia seems to be avoiding me, and now this.
He sighs.
I'm sure it'll turn out I embarrassed myself with Heyna in the Skyhook as well. I didn't get a chance to talk with her before I was cleared for docking. I do hope it wasn't anything stupid.
The feed closes, and the log ends, a Roden Shipyards logo flashing onscreen for a moment before the screen goes black.
Well, it seems I've managed to get myself into a real mess. After a night of heavy drinking to celebrate Heyna's admittance to Ghost Festival, I made the particularly stupid decision of taking the Heroiné out without trying to recover from the previous night. Now I'm stuck in Promised Land with a large fleet hunting me down.
He glances over his shoulder towards the door.
The crew don't seem too bothered by the fact that they're going to be stuck on board this ship for a couple of days while we wait for the system to clear out. I suppose they're used to living on board. I doubt I will cope quite as well.
I can't help but feel I've been slacking recently. Half of my targets are escaping because I make my approaches too obvious, Celia seems to be avoiding me, and now this.
He sighs.
I'm sure it'll turn out I embarrassed myself with Heyna in the Skyhook as well. I didn't get a chance to talk with her before I was cleared for docking. I do hope it wasn't anything stupid.
The feed closes, and the log ends, a Roden Shipyards logo flashing onscreen for a moment before the screen goes black.
Thursday, 14 May 2009
Sleepless Nights
The Feed Clicks On.
Milo can be seen slumped at his desk, asleep. Hardware is scattered across the floor behind him, and what appears to be a half-completed blueprint can be seen lying beneath a box Marked 'Celia'.
The feed runs for about half an hour, before the message "Shutting Down due to inactivity" Appears, and a subroutine closes it.
Milo can be seen slumped at his desk, asleep. Hardware is scattered across the floor behind him, and what appears to be a half-completed blueprint can be seen lying beneath a box Marked 'Celia'.
The feed runs for about half an hour, before the message "Shutting Down due to inactivity" Appears, and a subroutine closes it.
Saturday, 11 April 2009
Distractions
The Feed Clicks on. Audio Only. There's Static, a bump, and Milo begins his Log.
Last Night was... Interesting, to say the least. I've made a mental note not to take my date to the Skyhook in future. Vince, Kelsy and Kimochi, between them, managed to make a rather large mess of things. Whilst I'm concerned for all three of them, I'm pissed that they had to be so loud about it.
Still, I enjoyed the date up to that point. Turns out she speaks Gallentean quite well, which caught me by surprise. Way better than my Matari.
He Chuckles
We had a bit of a chat about things, My past came up again, The soup was good. Well worth the wait I think.
There's a Beep sounding very much like an error notification from a datapad in the background. Milo is heard swearing in Gallentean.
I'd just settled down after finishing my Soup, feeling very relaxed, when Drama breaks out on the other side of the room. Vince had managed to get himself into some kind of Love Triangle. I don't really want to know the details. I headed back to my apartment early, after bidding Celia goodnight.
There's a flurry of keys in the background, and another Error notification sound.
She's Far too distracting that one. It's really difficult for me to keep a clear head when she's aroun- Aha!
There's another Error message, a flurry of keys and the Feed Closes.
Last Night was... Interesting, to say the least. I've made a mental note not to take my date to the Skyhook in future. Vince, Kelsy and Kimochi, between them, managed to make a rather large mess of things. Whilst I'm concerned for all three of them, I'm pissed that they had to be so loud about it.
Still, I enjoyed the date up to that point. Turns out she speaks Gallentean quite well, which caught me by surprise. Way better than my Matari.
He Chuckles
We had a bit of a chat about things, My past came up again, The soup was good. Well worth the wait I think.
There's a Beep sounding very much like an error notification from a datapad in the background. Milo is heard swearing in Gallentean.
I'd just settled down after finishing my Soup, feeling very relaxed, when Drama breaks out on the other side of the room. Vince had managed to get himself into some kind of Love Triangle. I don't really want to know the details. I headed back to my apartment early, after bidding Celia goodnight.
There's a flurry of keys in the background, and another Error notification sound.
She's Far too distracting that one. It's really difficult for me to keep a clear head when she's aroun- Aha!
There's another Error message, a flurry of keys and the Feed Closes.
Thursday, 9 April 2009
Under the Influence
There's a Thud, and the Visual Feed clicks on. Milo comes into view, the camera drone tracking him as he crosses the room. He grasps for a bottle of water on a worktop, and finishes it all in one go.
"Oh, my head."
He closes his eyes, groans once more, and begins the log.
I honestly don't think I've had that much to drink since I graduated from FNA. I don't think I've enjoyed myself as much either. All I can really recall of last night is Me n' Celia trying to get through The Skyhook's entire stock of Gallentean Brandy.
He groans again
I think we might've succeeded. I found a badly written note I'd left for myself on my worktop. It read something along the Lines of "Food. Celia. Friday." I can only assume I asked her out to Dinner. I can't think what else it could've been.
I have vague recollections of Newt's snoring echoing throughout the Skyhook as Celia helped me out. I tend to lose control of my legs when I drink a lot. I should really try and work out why.
He rubs his head and looks over to a screen on the left.
Looks like my Ares has arrived. It's weird. only a week ago I swore by CreoDron, and flew no other. Two kills later, I'm heading into Roden built ships. Guess it's probably a good idea anyway, I generally prefer playing Gunner over Drone Controller.
He blinks again.
S'pose I'd better get this thing sorted out.
He heads over to a side door, and the sound of running water is heard. The feed winks out
"Oh, my head."
He closes his eyes, groans once more, and begins the log.
I honestly don't think I've had that much to drink since I graduated from FNA. I don't think I've enjoyed myself as much either. All I can really recall of last night is Me n' Celia trying to get through The Skyhook's entire stock of Gallentean Brandy.
He groans again
I think we might've succeeded. I found a badly written note I'd left for myself on my worktop. It read something along the Lines of "Food. Celia. Friday." I can only assume I asked her out to Dinner. I can't think what else it could've been.
I have vague recollections of Newt's snoring echoing throughout the Skyhook as Celia helped me out. I tend to lose control of my legs when I drink a lot. I should really try and work out why.
He rubs his head and looks over to a screen on the left.
Looks like my Ares has arrived. It's weird. only a week ago I swore by CreoDron, and flew no other. Two kills later, I'm heading into Roden built ships. Guess it's probably a good idea anyway, I generally prefer playing Gunner over Drone Controller.
He blinks again.
S'pose I'd better get this thing sorted out.
He heads over to a side door, and the sound of running water is heard. The feed winks out
Tuesday, 7 April 2009
Malfunction
My shoulder hurts.
I know full well it's just bruising from the sparring match I had with Celia the other day. It's not that it's particularly Painful, I just seem to be noticing it more.
Maybe it's my Implants. It's not like I don't have the time to check and refine them again.
The feed blinks off as Milo heads for a workbench covered in Hardware. Before the Audio goes as well, He's heard muttering something to himself about faulty circuits. The feed then cuts entirely.
I know full well it's just bruising from the sparring match I had with Celia the other day. It's not that it's particularly Painful, I just seem to be noticing it more.
Maybe it's my Implants. It's not like I don't have the time to check and refine them again.
The feed blinks off as Milo heads for a workbench covered in Hardware. Before the Audio goes as well, He's heard muttering something to himself about faulty circuits. The feed then cuts entirely.
Wednesday, 1 April 2009
Crossfire
Even now aspects of my past return to haunt me.
Well, I say haunt.
I ran into an old associate in The Skyhook the other night, A pilot who'd flown under my command in Asteri Ethnos. A Kestrel Pilot, who had since moved on into a Hawk. I was under the impression that everyone who worked for me was either dead or against me. It seems this is not the case. She was understandably upset when I told her the truth about the implants we issued.
Without really thinking about it, I ordered her a drink and we ended up talking about her employment prospects with the Cartel. It looks promising. Commander Yishal mentioned some stuff about interviews. I'm seeing new faces all over the place, Heyna being the first of many.
Later that evening we headed out into The Bleak Lands, Almost landing a drake in Oyeman, but getting jumped by a larger fleet intent on catching it. From the scraps of intel and scanner data I managed to get it seems we were merely caught in a Crossfire. The ships intent on catching the Drake fighting amongst themselves. The Surviving Fleet, which was thankfully most of us, slunk out of Oyeman and docked up for the night.
Rather than making for my usual haunt in the Skyhook, I elected to take a walk around the station. On my way round I passed Celia's Quarters. I felt a small element of concern, as I haven't seen her for a few days. I pushed the thought from my mind and continued my little tour for another 30 minutes or so, before heading back to my Apartment and making another attempt to fix my implants.
They've been playing up since Seyllin...
Well, I say haunt.
I ran into an old associate in The Skyhook the other night, A pilot who'd flown under my command in Asteri Ethnos. A Kestrel Pilot, who had since moved on into a Hawk. I was under the impression that everyone who worked for me was either dead or against me. It seems this is not the case. She was understandably upset when I told her the truth about the implants we issued.
Without really thinking about it, I ordered her a drink and we ended up talking about her employment prospects with the Cartel. It looks promising. Commander Yishal mentioned some stuff about interviews. I'm seeing new faces all over the place, Heyna being the first of many.
Later that evening we headed out into The Bleak Lands, Almost landing a drake in Oyeman, but getting jumped by a larger fleet intent on catching it. From the scraps of intel and scanner data I managed to get it seems we were merely caught in a Crossfire. The ships intent on catching the Drake fighting amongst themselves. The Surviving Fleet, which was thankfully most of us, slunk out of Oyeman and docked up for the night.
Rather than making for my usual haunt in the Skyhook, I elected to take a walk around the station. On my way round I passed Celia's Quarters. I felt a small element of concern, as I haven't seen her for a few days. I pushed the thought from my mind and continued my little tour for another 30 minutes or so, before heading back to my Apartment and making another attempt to fix my implants.
They've been playing up since Seyllin...
Sunday, 22 March 2009
Point Pleasant
There are days when everything seems so negative. There are others where the opposite is true. Yesterday, was one of these.
As the docking clamps released my Incursus Class Frigate, 'République', I couldn't help but dwell on the Sparring session I'd arranged with Celia a few days back. There was a party on at the Three Sisters Bar tonight, and I didn't want to show up covered in bruises. Well, I suppose that wasn't the only thing on my mind, but I don't think I'm ready to face the other things yet.
A quick patrol into Uncharted space was organized. It was brief and uneventful. Scans picked up a number of Recently anchored structures, and a Dominix Class Battleship, which quickly disappeared from scanners. We re-entered K-Space disappointed and empty handed, heading back into Tzvi, and attempting to catch a 24IC Thrasher. He made himself scarce when we showed up. I headed station-side to meet with Celia, and the rest of the patrol carried on into the Bleak Lands.
I have to say I was pleasantly surprised at how relaxing the Sparring session was. The Gym itself was as I expected, but Celia... Celia was not. To be entirely honest, I'm not sure what I had expected.
We exchanged blows, and talked, about our pasts, Education, A few problems we'd had with people previously. I felt more relaxed than I had in a long time, and I was caught offguard, both literally and mentally when she asked about my Supression Subroutines. I was amazed anyone would even want to consider using them after people saw what I went through with it. I went over some of the nastier side effects and rapidly changed the subject in an effort to put her off. I wouldn't want to see anyone have to go through what I did.
Once sparring was over, we took the Interbus over to Jel, and made for the Three Sisters Laguna. It felt odd being back in Sinq Laison, yet not seeing any of my old FNA associates. I suppose they've all moved on like me.
Still, the party was good. Kimochi nearly broke my arms because she though I was ogling her from under the water, which I found immensely funny. Commander Yishal saved the day by pointing out that I'd probably enjoy it, causing Kimochi to let go, and settle for ducking my head under the water instead.
All in all, I enjoyed the party. I was relaxed, but my mind felt so... clouded, Like I didn't know what to do next. Things keep flashing through my mind, and I'm pretty sure it's not my implants playing up again...
As the docking clamps released my Incursus Class Frigate, 'République', I couldn't help but dwell on the Sparring session I'd arranged with Celia a few days back. There was a party on at the Three Sisters Bar tonight, and I didn't want to show up covered in bruises. Well, I suppose that wasn't the only thing on my mind, but I don't think I'm ready to face the other things yet.
A quick patrol into Uncharted space was organized. It was brief and uneventful. Scans picked up a number of Recently anchored structures, and a Dominix Class Battleship, which quickly disappeared from scanners. We re-entered K-Space disappointed and empty handed, heading back into Tzvi, and attempting to catch a 24IC Thrasher. He made himself scarce when we showed up. I headed station-side to meet with Celia, and the rest of the patrol carried on into the Bleak Lands.
I have to say I was pleasantly surprised at how relaxing the Sparring session was. The Gym itself was as I expected, but Celia... Celia was not. To be entirely honest, I'm not sure what I had expected.
We exchanged blows, and talked, about our pasts, Education, A few problems we'd had with people previously. I felt more relaxed than I had in a long time, and I was caught offguard, both literally and mentally when she asked about my Supression Subroutines. I was amazed anyone would even want to consider using them after people saw what I went through with it. I went over some of the nastier side effects and rapidly changed the subject in an effort to put her off. I wouldn't want to see anyone have to go through what I did.
Once sparring was over, we took the Interbus over to Jel, and made for the Three Sisters Laguna. It felt odd being back in Sinq Laison, yet not seeing any of my old FNA associates. I suppose they've all moved on like me.
Still, the party was good. Kimochi nearly broke my arms because she though I was ogling her from under the water, which I found immensely funny. Commander Yishal saved the day by pointing out that I'd probably enjoy it, causing Kimochi to let go, and settle for ducking my head under the water instead.
All in all, I enjoyed the party. I was relaxed, but my mind felt so... clouded, Like I didn't know what to do next. Things keep flashing through my mind, and I'm pretty sure it's not my implants playing up again...
Monday, 9 March 2009
Flawless
There is a click, and static as the recording starts. Milo's voice seems calmer than it has been in previous entries.
These recordings have been a real help for me. They're another outlet that helps me stay sane.
Despite this, I still managed to lose my cool in The Skyhook after the PRETA Awards Ceremony last night. My suppression subroutines had been playing up, and Memories of Al kept Surfacing.
When they finally did start working again, I was in the most bizarre of moods. Ran into someone I'd seen in the bar a few times before, Names don't need to be mentioned as there's a possibility DED might get hold of these files, and he seemed a decent enough chap. 5 minutes after I'd met him, he'd sold Celia Nerve Sticks, and I was asking for Frentix.
Jude walked out, not wanting to get involved, and 5 minutes later, my Suppression Subroutines blew out completely.
I left the bar a wreck, ashamed, angry and wracked with guilt. Rather than taking the usual slow route back to my apartment, I used the maintenance elevators in the hope I could get back unseen.
There is a click, and soft, relaxing music is heard in the background.
As soon as I got back, I set security to maximum, and plugged myself in, purging every single kilobyte of data linked to the Suppression Subroutines from my head. I felt so much better for it, and I think I even managed to get rid of the last of the ASRS Firmware that had been hanging around in my head. It's not quite flawless yet, but we're getting there.
I can no longer hide from the problem regarding Suicide Circuits in old ASRS Implants, something has to be done before I lose more than old friends.
There is a click, and a beep from the background.
Hmm, seems Al's old Stabber has Arrived at last. Let's see what I can do with it...
There is another click, and the recording ends.
These recordings have been a real help for me. They're another outlet that helps me stay sane.
Despite this, I still managed to lose my cool in The Skyhook after the PRETA Awards Ceremony last night. My suppression subroutines had been playing up, and Memories of Al kept Surfacing.
When they finally did start working again, I was in the most bizarre of moods. Ran into someone I'd seen in the bar a few times before, Names don't need to be mentioned as there's a possibility DED might get hold of these files, and he seemed a decent enough chap. 5 minutes after I'd met him, he'd sold Celia Nerve Sticks, and I was asking for Frentix.
Jude walked out, not wanting to get involved, and 5 minutes later, my Suppression Subroutines blew out completely.
I left the bar a wreck, ashamed, angry and wracked with guilt. Rather than taking the usual slow route back to my apartment, I used the maintenance elevators in the hope I could get back unseen.
There is a click, and soft, relaxing music is heard in the background.
As soon as I got back, I set security to maximum, and plugged myself in, purging every single kilobyte of data linked to the Suppression Subroutines from my head. I felt so much better for it, and I think I even managed to get rid of the last of the ASRS Firmware that had been hanging around in my head. It's not quite flawless yet, but we're getting there.
I can no longer hide from the problem regarding Suicide Circuits in old ASRS Implants, something has to be done before I lose more than old friends.
There is a click, and a beep from the background.
Hmm, seems Al's old Stabber has Arrived at last. Let's see what I can do with it...
There is another click, and the recording ends.
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