Introduction
I can’t believe it. We got the ship up and running - for a given value of running, anyway. That engineer proved to be as good as she and every other folk claimed. Damn but it was a fine sight, seeing the ship lift again when the engines fired up. I wish my great-gran were still alive to see it, but she’s dead along with all the rest of them. Still, going to name this ship after her old callsign. Argo. It’ll do.
So now I am the proud commander of the Argo, a Star League era drop-ship, only no one can tell it is LosTech on account of the fact there’s practically more hole than ship, not to mention leftover moon still stuck to it. The power plant works - for a given value of work anyway. The engines can move us, so long as we don’t mind crawling. The Tech Bay has lots of space, and so much derelict gear we might as well open a museum curio shop. Yang keeps yammering ideas at me about how he could do this or that to a mech, to which so far I just say “Money” - and then he goes off muttering something. Damned Capellan, but he sure knows how to fix up a Mech.
And then there are the rest of the leftovers from the Mitcheneers. Stupid company name, but then old Mitch always did have a quirky sense of humour. I wonder if he’s laughing now, pulverised inside his old cockpit. At least he made sure we got an advance on that death-job. That bloody Steiner agent was happy to pay it too - he knew if he hadn’t suckered us then he would have had to go out there. Well between that, our reserve, the proper dropship and selling off the wreckage we just about got the funds to do the job. Bundled everything we had left inside the Leopard and off we went. To get this ship.
Glad the old family legend was true. Even managed to shut Darius up, though it won’t last.
Sumire is right though, better move aways from here. Don’t want to upset anyone, ‘specially not the bloody Marians who might be a bit irked we stole this out from under their snooty patrician noses. I told her to take us somewhere round the Aurigan Reach, and she’s found us a ride right to the edge of Marik space. Claybrook - one jump beyond and you’re in that unclaimed bit between the Free Worlders, Capellans, Canopians, Aurigans and Taurians. It’ll nearly be like going back home. Well, sorta. As close to home as I am every likely to get. And it’ll give Farah time to complete her survey of the Argo. Hopefully we can stop it falling apart along the way.
Anyways, now I am the Commander of this crew I decided to write this thing. Keep a record and all. Maybe some bored folks in the future will even read it some day - hello bored future folks. Hope you’re enjoying yourselves sipping tea or whisky or whatever the hell they drink in your time.
This here will be the record of the Silver Daggers. Commander Jill “Falcon” Kerrmor in charge.
I can’t believe it. We got the ship up and running - for a given value of running, anyway. That engineer proved to be as good as she and every other folk claimed. Damn but it was a fine sight, seeing the ship lift again when the engines fired up. I wish my great-gran were still alive to see it, but she’s dead along with all the rest of them. Still, going to name this ship after her old callsign. Argo. It’ll do.
So now I am the proud commander of the Argo, a Star League era drop-ship, only no one can tell it is LosTech on account of the fact there’s practically more hole than ship, not to mention leftover moon still stuck to it. The power plant works - for a given value of work anyway. The engines can move us, so long as we don’t mind crawling. The Tech Bay has lots of space, and so much derelict gear we might as well open a museum curio shop. Yang keeps yammering ideas at me about how he could do this or that to a mech, to which so far I just say “Money” - and then he goes off muttering something. Damned Capellan, but he sure knows how to fix up a Mech.
And then there are the rest of the leftovers from the Mitcheneers. Stupid company name, but then old Mitch always did have a quirky sense of humour. I wonder if he’s laughing now, pulverised inside his old cockpit. At least he made sure we got an advance on that death-job. That bloody Steiner agent was happy to pay it too - he knew if he hadn’t suckered us then he would have had to go out there. Well between that, our reserve, the proper dropship and selling off the wreckage we just about got the funds to do the job. Bundled everything we had left inside the Leopard and off we went. To get this ship.
Glad the old family legend was true. Even managed to shut Darius up, though it won’t last.
Sumire is right though, better move aways from here. Don’t want to upset anyone, ‘specially not the bloody Marians who might be a bit irked we stole this out from under their snooty patrician noses. I told her to take us somewhere round the Aurigan Reach, and she’s found us a ride right to the edge of Marik space. Claybrook - one jump beyond and you’re in that unclaimed bit between the Free Worlders, Capellans, Canopians, Aurigans and Taurians. It’ll nearly be like going back home. Well, sorta. As close to home as I am every likely to get. And it’ll give Farah time to complete her survey of the Argo. Hopefully we can stop it falling apart along the way.
Anyways, now I am the Commander of this crew I decided to write this thing. Keep a record and all. Maybe some bored folks in the future will even read it some day - hello bored future folks. Hope you’re enjoying yourselves sipping tea or whisky or whatever the hell they drink in your time.
This here will be the record of the Silver Daggers. Commander Jill “Falcon” Kerrmor in charge.