Milo appears on screen. He looks pale, and has dark rings under his eyes. He is, however, smiling, and is putting together an implant on the workbench in front of him. He reaches out with one hand to configure the camera drone.
Busy and really rather profitable week really. I've spent most of my time pulling together various contracts, and a short amount of time ensuring further cooperation of future clients.
We're finally coming close to pulling together a proper contract system for ah- clients in Nadire. I've netted so many contracts in the past few days we're going to need it.
He pauses and squints at the implant on the worktop, before adjusting some internal wiring.
My little scheme for encouraging pilots into low security space is going well. The last roam netted a few decent kills before eventually going out in a ball of flame. Still regret I made the decision to stay. Still, we did far more damage than was inflicted upon us, and most importantly, everyone enjoyed it.
Milo stops again, this time setting some pins on the side of the implant. He checks his implant socket, tilts his head and slots the implant in, wincing slightly as he does so.
I might head down to the Skyhook for a celebratory drink or two tonight. Maybe someone will show up. I've reconfigured my implants to compensate for my lack of sleep lately, so I should be alright.
He leans over and turn the camera drone off.
Monday, 30 November 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.
Thursday, 29 October 2009
Syndicate
Well it's finally happened.
Milo can be seen sitting at a desk. The backdrop is unfamiliar, the design Gallentean, but differing in several ways. There are fewer curves, and there are several organic-looking patterns around the edges of things.
Milo Gives a Sigh.
There was no chance I was going to be able to sit around in Nadire doing nothing for much longer I suppose. The Cartel makes work for Idle hands, and I've been Idle for a good while now.
I've been assigned an Agent in Syndicate. GN-ACS to be more precise.
I'd much rather be in Curse with the rest of the Ghosts, but it seems I committed some massive crime against the Angel Cartel in a past life, so I have to redeem myself here to start with.
Milo rubs his eyes.
It's not so bad I suppose. It was tiring getting in, but the Locals are slow and there aren't many of them. I've not run into any seriously organized groups yet. I'm hoping it stays that way.
End Log
Milo can be seen sitting at a desk. The backdrop is unfamiliar, the design Gallentean, but differing in several ways. There are fewer curves, and there are several organic-looking patterns around the edges of things.
Milo Gives a Sigh.
There was no chance I was going to be able to sit around in Nadire doing nothing for much longer I suppose. The Cartel makes work for Idle hands, and I've been Idle for a good while now.
I've been assigned an Agent in Syndicate. GN-ACS to be more precise.
I'd much rather be in Curse with the rest of the Ghosts, but it seems I committed some massive crime against the Angel Cartel in a past life, so I have to redeem myself here to start with.
Milo rubs his eyes.
It's not so bad I suppose. It was tiring getting in, but the Locals are slow and there aren't many of them. I've not run into any seriously organized groups yet. I'm hoping it stays that way.
End Log
Monday, 19 October 2009
Quiet
The feed clicks on. Milo can be seen at his desk sorting through boxes of holo-reels. Noticing the Camera Drone is on, he smoothly sweeps a few from the desk before the drone can focus on them. Grinning, he adjusts the drone until it's focused on him.
I've been sorting through all my old documents from my FNA Days. Seems they've been boxed up with my assets and have been following me from station to station. Waiting in the station warehouse each time. I guess I must've just been unlucky with the pending item messages or something, because I don't specifically remember anyone telling me about them.
He Sighs
I suppose I should be grateful that I finally have some peace and quiet. The ASRS thing turned out to be nothing at all. Guess mother is just really paranoid. Although-
He pauses, and then Pulls up a News Holo onto the feed. The Article, which covers the podding of a particularly prominent Academy Leader, displays on screen for around half a second before blinking out. A second article displays, this time an angel cartel Intelligence Report, listing a number of Theft charges against the victim. Milo is looking smug in the background.
He tore my dreams apart, so I help coordinate the destruction of his. Having nothing else to do certainly has it's advantages. It even frees up time to respond to Interesting target calls on patrol we'd not normally aim for. If we're not after anything specific, we can pick and choose the most profitable targets as we see fit.
Milo shuffles through his Holo reels again, looking thoughtful. He reaches behind the Camera Drone, and ends the feed.
I've been sorting through all my old documents from my FNA Days. Seems they've been boxed up with my assets and have been following me from station to station. Waiting in the station warehouse each time. I guess I must've just been unlucky with the pending item messages or something, because I don't specifically remember anyone telling me about them.
He Sighs
I suppose I should be grateful that I finally have some peace and quiet. The ASRS thing turned out to be nothing at all. Guess mother is just really paranoid. Although-
He pauses, and then Pulls up a News Holo onto the feed. The Article, which covers the podding of a particularly prominent Academy Leader, displays on screen for around half a second before blinking out. A second article displays, this time an angel cartel Intelligence Report, listing a number of Theft charges against the victim. Milo is looking smug in the background.
He tore my dreams apart, so I help coordinate the destruction of his. Having nothing else to do certainly has it's advantages. It even frees up time to respond to Interesting target calls on patrol we'd not normally aim for. If we're not after anything specific, we can pick and choose the most profitable targets as we see fit.
Milo shuffles through his Holo reels again, looking thoughtful. He reaches behind the Camera Drone, and ends the feed.
Sunday, 20 September 2009
Talking
Milo can be seen at his workbench. He looks relaxed, if a little tired. The area behind him is tidy again, although several boxes have cables trailing from them. The large viewscreen behind him displays the inner workings of an implant, however, Milo's annotations are too small to read from the camera drone's viewpoint.
Dieu I feel better for that. I had a chat with Heyna about everything that happened in Aurcel, and between us we managed to come up with a vague idea of who might be tracking me.
ASRS, or their remnants again. Heyna's going to try and get in touch with some of her old contacts, and if they're acting up as well, then I think I can be fairly sure of who I'm dealing with
He Sighs
In the mean time all I can do is turn security up and forget about it. I'm just hoping it clears itself up before I remember it again. I've been tweaking my implants again, making sure they're secure. I don't want a repeat of what happened when I started with PRETA.
I've seen far less of the Family than I'd like recently. Celia's been busy, Heyna has research to do, and everyone else seems to be in an argument or on patrol. There's a few interesting people I've met from PRELI who don't seem to fit into any of these categories, but unfortunately I don't see them often.
He pauses, moving off-screen to get himself a glass of water, then moving over to the workbench on the far side of the room to tweak something. After a minute or so, he wanders back to the camera drone, reaches behind it, and closes the feed.
Dieu I feel better for that. I had a chat with Heyna about everything that happened in Aurcel, and between us we managed to come up with a vague idea of who might be tracking me.
ASRS, or their remnants again. Heyna's going to try and get in touch with some of her old contacts, and if they're acting up as well, then I think I can be fairly sure of who I'm dealing with
He Sighs
In the mean time all I can do is turn security up and forget about it. I'm just hoping it clears itself up before I remember it again. I've been tweaking my implants again, making sure they're secure. I don't want a repeat of what happened when I started with PRETA.
I've seen far less of the Family than I'd like recently. Celia's been busy, Heyna has research to do, and everyone else seems to be in an argument or on patrol. There's a few interesting people I've met from PRELI who don't seem to fit into any of these categories, but unfortunately I don't see them often.
He pauses, moving off-screen to get himself a glass of water, then moving over to the workbench on the far side of the room to tweak something. After a minute or so, he wanders back to the camera drone, reaches behind it, and closes the feed.
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.
Monday, 3 August 2009
Aurcel
Milo can be seen on screen. he looks pale and worried. Half-packed crates litter the floor behind him.
More messages. Telling me to- come back. No reasons given, No replies to my questions. I'm catching the next Shuttle back to Aurcel.
It's been so long since I've seen my parents, and we didn't part on good terms, but-
He hesitates.
The Comet, the messages, They should have gotten over all of the crap that happened when I left? Right?
The feed runs for a while longer, before ending abruptly.
More messages. Telling me to- come back. No reasons given, No replies to my questions. I'm catching the next Shuttle back to Aurcel.
It's been so long since I've seen my parents, and we didn't part on good terms, but-
He hesitates.
The Comet, the messages, They should have gotten over all of the crap that happened when I left? Right?
The feed runs for a while longer, before ending abruptly.
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