The Empire Engine: Part 0006: Day Three: Captain Michael Hunter
Capt. Michael Hunter log day 03
Being on this expedition makes me miss my days on the frontlines. Primarily because there were no women to bark my ear off.
That damn kid scouted forward and almost fell off one of these damned gears spinning around. The old hag, Maria, lost her mind. As if the kid didn't have a grappling dial. He literally used it to save my life AND HER LIFE! during the rhino bull attack!
You would think seeing power like that would make you appreciate the sacrifice some people make. Kid literally has dials that will fry his liver, and would blow his heart out of his chest if he didn't have a fake one in there.
I regret not getting mine swapped out, but my dad said that a man was his heart, so I've always been paranoid of those ticker dials. Of course, that didn’t stop me from having a new eyeball put in after my last one was blown out of my skull.
But that just held my idea of beauty. I don’t know if that joke works.
Leader suggested trying to rappel down to the bottom. Nathan suggested trying to make it to the top. I told them we should be trying to make it to the center. Hopefully, Maria can settle the debate by morning, or whatever time we decide to head out. I don’t ready care, I still have a few years, but William and the twins only got until the next taking. William is my real concern. I’m worried he’ll die regretting not doing enough.
Shouldn’t though. Turns out the boy is a menace. Broke a dozen hearts and even got a girl knocked up before heading here. I was at least twenty before I even knew what girls had in their pants. Didn’t stop me from becoming very familiar with them in my twenties and thirties. That’s a better joke, I think.
That Victoria girl reminds me of her, except Vicky is twice as crazy as Evelyn ever was. But they both have lovely singing voices.
Pumpkin and Vicky got me in my military mindset. I need to remember I’m just a citizen on a research mission. I need to let the Depardieu's handle planning and scheduling, but it's nerve-wrecking watching them act so, I don’t know what word I’m looking for, un soldier like?
Of course, William isn’t any better; at least he has the excuse of not knowing better. And he’s the only other one who smokes. Mind you, I’m the one who got him started, but still. Nice to have a smoking buddy. The Nathan boy seems to have opinions on that, but he won’t share them with me. Maybe he had to quit before coming here.
Regardless, we have a long journey ahead of us and only have so many mistakes we can afford.
Hopefully our supplies don't run out. Fairwell says he can make anything edible. So that should stretch our rations out for a few extra days. What scares me is the idea of running out ammo. My revolver dial can use manna, but Vicky's rifle needs bullets. Here's to me and the boy being able to handle whatever comes at us.