To you above, let no walls stand between the people “Official” Account for the Sky Blue Runners, where your embargo is our invitation (Ooc: Lancer rp side blog for Wolfae34)
Vriend finally pissed me off enough that I made this account anyways. “No you can’t make an account for the Runners! We’re supposed to be hiding in plain sight. You’ll give us all away!” He clearly just doesn’t believe in my abilities. Besides, you all can keep a secret right? (Kidding! I’m not an idiot. Unlike what dear old Captain clearly believes if he thinks I’d be such an amateur as to leak our ship after all I’ve done to keep us from suspicion and off the radar).
Besides, with all the shit going on nowadays, I find it hard to stay quiet.
So anyways, I’m your lovely Runner techie, Magpie (She/They), at your service. I’ll be on the horn so if you want to send a message for anything from how to donate goods to be run, to requesting for personal items to be ferried to a loved one, or even just asking how I manage to be so amazing, I’ll be here to respond! Likely while hiding from Vriend and the other crew, but still. Maybe I’ll let the others send stuff, but I don’t trust them to not let something slip to the boss. Except Wildcat, but she probably has more important things to do than my little project… Ah- uh, anyways! I can’t wait to finally subject you all to the wonderful world that is my mind. From updates on the ship, to opinions about anything in the stars, you better keep tuned!
Look, these are dark days, but remember that joy and hope in the face of oppression is revolutionary. Look after yourself and help your fellows when you can. Build up your communities and support networks. Lasting change comes from the ground up. Find your joys despite it all.
I’m not a lancer and I’m on the edges of what could reasonably be considered a combatant but uh… technically yes?
(I may or may not have fallen asleep in the expanded compartment, woken up when we were already launched out at the attacking vessel then had to help out when some things went awry)
1/10 would not recommend. Much prefer being able to provide support from afar.
What the hell kind of outfit were you with that you could fall asleep in a boarding compartment and have no one notice until after it was launched?
There's a reason sailors aren't supposed to sleep in random corners, and there's a reason transports, attack craft, and just about everything else that gets launched from a ship is inspected before it leaves. Did the flight crew just skip all their checks and assume everything would be fine?!
...but yes. Even if you weren't supposed to be there, you participated in combat so it counts.
Hey, in their defence the only reason I was there was because the sensors were acting strange. They couldn’t figure it out and I hadn’t fixed it in time so there likely wasn’t an alert in their quick checks. Plus we were ambushed by a pirate ship so we didn’t exactly have a lot of time to spare.
Though uh, yeah. The falling asleep was completely my fault. I pulled an all nighter the night before and well. Let’s just say I learned that lesson the hard way haha.
I’m not a lancer and I’m on the edges of what could reasonably be considered a combatant but uh… technically yes?
(I may or may not have fallen asleep in the expanded compartment, woken up when we were already launched out at the attacking vessel then had to help out when some things went awry)
1/10 would not recommend. Much prefer being able to provide support from afar.
Ah, it is fun watching the local nobility clam up the moment they've realized that I've brought a "DoJ operative" into their midst.
Strel's father in particular has made quite a fuss about my requested guests to this weekend's celebrations. No one would accuse him of his hands being dirty, being primarily a patron of the arts type, but he's bought into some conspiracy theory that the DoJ/HR is conspiring to overthrow us all based on some ill-sourced rumors of a liberator team arming Sanjak despite the ceasefire.
I would mean no insult to Baron Farnese, of course. He just seems representative of a type that seems spooked by a simple invitation to a fellow Union agent who has seen fit to vacation here on our humble planet. (I personally think it is good for them, having to see someone with ambitions so outside their own. It keeps their ambitions quiet.) I cannot wait to see how they behave once we're together in person.
I am beginning to believe that some of you are less interested in actually curbing the tide of hagiography in Karrakin politics and more interested in finding an acceptable target to point your gun at for "jokes."
It’s not like they’d give up their power without a fight. “Curbing the tide” is a half measure when the systemic problems go unaddressed. Harm reduction is all well and good but Federalists are still oppressors. Still would step on the neck of a world that doesn’t bow to them. Still uphold the system that allows for so many abuses.
Conspiracists will always find a way to justify their views, just as oppressors do to keep themselves in power and “justified”. Tip toeing around them doesn’t change that.
And I'm sure the DoJ taking their forces to harass the odd conspiracist in the House of Glass is a use of their time you would prefer, Ungrateful. Your movement has always done better when the status quo you arrange yourself against is as hostile as possible, and so surely you would see yourself benefit from a greater wave of Hagiographic fervor gripping the nobility.
Forget, of course, that the worsening of this tendency would harm the ignoble more than my noble peers. Forget again that greater tensions with Union limits their ability to step in on your behalf. Embrace only the most extreme versions if all beliefs, accelerate the end you think is inevitable, the collapse of a thousands year paradigm to what I'm sure you think will only inevitably be those "utopic" conditions you see on Sanjak.
I was speaking of the Union agents who offered to bring guns to this discussion about a peaceful event. I'm not particularly interested in quarreling with you, for I have had this discussion time and time again and I know we lack the basic foundation by which to have a dialogue: you already loathe me for my birth, and I know your rhetoric first from my father, whose behavior has caused me to not contact him in half a decade. Instead I would ask you first to consider tactics (for now the Federalist houses are not as invested in making an enemy of you as their peers, consider first those that have actively chosen war with you,) and second of the reasons why one might be wary of Union guns finding excuses to point themselves at Karrakin heads given what happened the last time Union parked a fleet at Karrakis's doorstep.
I don’t hate anyone for their birth, much less loathe. I have those of noble birth as comrades. It’s about actions, not blood. That is something that separates me and mine from the nobles who believe in their system.
I never said actually doing those things would be a good idea, but that joking about them on a random omninet forum isn’t exactly going to change anything. But you seem awfully quick to put words in my mouth. It’s about where you put your efforts and opportunity costs. I’d love it if everyone was suddenly sympathetic and conscious of our status as humans with rights, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to focus on coddling the worst members of the system. It doesn’t work like that.
Practicality is what matters to me, and jokes help with morale and won’t impact much else.
I’m not interested in picking meaningless fights, but you seem to have a rather distorted view of what I and probably most other Ungratefuls believe. We want equality, not to cull the nobles for their birth. Violence is a tool, one used against us and one we have no choice to use back. I’m not an accelerationist, nor am I an apologist for Union. Sanjak is no utopia, we have problems like anyone else — more actually because of that accursed blockade — but it is my home and it has made steps I don’t see anywhere else. Even without the blockade there will be steps forward— there always will be. I don’t want destruction but true peace, without the violence necessitated by an empowered class, and I don’t think that will just magically happen as soon as the systems fall. Naivety was something beaten out of me long ago. I’m just someone who wants to see people live in a universe where they can live free. Those in power are by no means victims, but many are hurt by the system in their own ways.
I hate systems. And while it would be a lie to say I don’t hate people (there’s only so much someone can take from certain figures without feeling some hate for them, like those who enforce the blockade), I try to be empathetic where I can.
So I will first echo that this wasn't about you and that I'm uninterested in arguing politics right now, and instead echo why it might be worth not doubling down on these anxieties.
Our first physical contact with Union culminated in a war that saw a Union fleet firing kinetic weapons at a civillian population. It was a conflict they won by ignoring our military and aiming at the people. Karrakis survived because the fleet sacrificed themselves, and even then I myself have seen the scar left where there used to be cities.
Our second was quick subjugation. In return for our sovereignty, we were given three things: the first was a demand for material resources that continues to this day, a fact I'm sure you're well aware of, the second was a gift of the Interest, presumably so we may fulfill this demand, and the third was a guarantee that Union will not overthrow us. Unlike the other victims of SecComm, we would stay Karrakin, and not simply be flattened into the gluttonous beast of Union.
Today ThirdComm is happy to continue benefiting from that demand despite the fact that they have spat in the face of their other offerings. When we intercepted the fleet making to overthrow the new government they were happy to take our help, but the end of the Interest War still saw Union smiling and nodding when this aggressor laid claim to the territory Union had granted us by treaty-law. You may understand the concern, then, when the aggression coming from some parts of Union demanding that we correct our ways by force is paired with the allegations that Union agents are putting their fingers on the scales in an internal conflict of our method of governance. You may further understand my reaction when I make light of the conspiracy theorists claiming that Union intends to break this third promise and one of their former agents offers to park a fleet on his lawn.
Those who have seen the ruins of Dellamar can tell you what images of Union fleets in our airspace conjure up. Those who have seen the outcome of the Interest War worry about the integrity of Union's promises.
I promise you that no amount of "raising morale" is worth feeding into this particular narrative, even as I agree wholeheartedly that the claims that the like of Baron Farnese makes on this matter are wrong. When I say I am not talking about you, I mean that when fleets of Union guns aim at our space, we have historically known them to aim at civillians, and I think that people with those associations can stand to joke about something else.
Meh, fair enough. I can at least see where you’re coming from. Fuck Union too. Though I like them in a lot of respects, they’re still deeply flawed and complicit. I certainly wouldn’t like for them to go full SecComm on Karrakin space. Though ThirdComm’s complicity also comes in the form of standing by and watching as there are so many atrocities committed. Sometimes though, I wish they would come in swinging, as much as I know factually that would likely be horrible on a nigh unfathomable scale if full war did break out. It’s not like there wouldn’t be problems after too. But it’s alluring to imagine having that large a force fighting against the worst parts of the Baronies.
I guess the reason why I find myself not angry with that sort of rhetoric is at least they’re pushing towards not being complicit. At least they acknowledge how fucked the situation is, and that action needs to be taken. Even if that action is often hard and unclear.
Ah, it is fun watching the local nobility clam up the moment they've realized that I've brought a "DoJ operative" into their midst.
Strel's father in particular has made quite a fuss about my requested guests to this weekend's celebrations. No one would accuse him of his hands being dirty, being primarily a patron of the arts type, but he's bought into some conspiracy theory that the DoJ/HR is conspiring to overthrow us all based on some ill-sourced rumors of a liberator team arming Sanjak despite the ceasefire.
I would mean no insult to Baron Farnese, of course. He just seems representative of a type that seems spooked by a simple invitation to a fellow Union agent who has seen fit to vacation here on our humble planet. (I personally think it is good for them, having to see someone with ambitions so outside their own. It keeps their ambitions quiet.) I cannot wait to see how they behave once we're together in person.
I am beginning to believe that some of you are less interested in actually curbing the tide of hagiography in Karrakin politics and more interested in finding an acceptable target to point your gun at for "jokes."
It’s not like they’d give up their power without a fight. “Curbing the tide” is a half measure when the systemic problems go unaddressed. Harm reduction is all well and good but Federalists are still oppressors. Still would step on the neck of a world that doesn’t bow to them. Still uphold the system that allows for so many abuses.
Conspiracists will always find a way to justify their views, just as oppressors do to keep themselves in power and “justified”. Tip toeing around them doesn’t change that.
And I'm sure the DoJ taking their forces to harass the odd conspiracist in the House of Glass is a use of their time you would prefer, Ungrateful. Your movement has always done better when the status quo you arrange yourself against is as hostile as possible, and so surely you would see yourself benefit from a greater wave of Hagiographic fervor gripping the nobility.
Forget, of course, that the worsening of this tendency would harm the ignoble more than my noble peers. Forget again that greater tensions with Union limits their ability to step in on your behalf. Embrace only the most extreme versions if all beliefs, accelerate the end you think is inevitable, the collapse of a thousands year paradigm to what I'm sure you think will only inevitably be those "utopic" conditions you see on Sanjak.
I was speaking of the Union agents who offered to bring guns to this discussion about a peaceful event. I'm not particularly interested in quarreling with you, for I have had this discussion time and time again and I know we lack the basic foundation by which to have a dialogue: you already loathe me for my birth, and I know your rhetoric first from my father, whose behavior has caused me to not contact him in half a decade. Instead I would ask you first to consider tactics (for now the Federalist houses are not as invested in making an enemy of you as their peers, consider first those that have actively chosen war with you,) and second of the reasons why one might be wary of Union guns finding excuses to point themselves at Karrakin heads given what happened the last time Union parked a fleet at Karrakis's doorstep.
I don’t hate anyone for their birth, much less loathe. I have those of noble birth as comrades. It’s about actions, not blood. That is something that separates me and mine from the nobles who believe in their system.
I never said actually doing those things would be a good idea, but that joking about them on a random omninet forum isn’t exactly going to change anything. But you seem awfully quick to put words in my mouth. It’s about where you put your efforts and opportunity costs. I’d love it if everyone was suddenly sympathetic and conscious of our status as humans with rights, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to focus on coddling the worst members of the system. It doesn’t work like that.
Practicality is what matters to me, and jokes help with morale and won’t impact much else.
I’m not interested in picking meaningless fights, but you seem to have a rather distorted view of what I and probably most other Ungratefuls believe. We want equality, not to cull the nobles for their birth. Violence is a tool, one used against us and one we have no choice to use back. I’m not an accelerationist, nor am I an apologist for Union. Sanjak is no utopia, we have problems like anyone else — more actually because of that accursed blockade — but it is my home and it has made steps I don’t see anywhere else. Even without the blockade there will be steps forward— there always will be. I don’t want destruction but true peace, without the violence necessitated by an empowered class, and I don’t think that will just magically happen as soon as the systems fall. Naivety was something beaten out of me long ago. I’m just someone who wants to see people live in a universe where they can live free. Those in power are by no means victims, but many are hurt by the system in their own ways.
I hate systems. And while it would be a lie to say I don’t hate people (there’s only so much someone can take from certain figures without feeling some hate for them, like those who enforce the blockade), I try to be empathetic where I can.
Ah, it is fun watching the local nobility clam up the moment they've realized that I've brought a "DoJ operative" into their midst.
Strel's father in particular has made quite a fuss about my requested guests to this weekend's celebrations. No one would accuse him of his hands being dirty, being primarily a patron of the arts type, but he's bought into some conspiracy theory that the DoJ/HR is conspiring to overthrow us all based on some ill-sourced rumors of a liberator team arming Sanjak despite the ceasefire.
I would mean no insult to Baron Farnese, of course. He just seems representative of a type that seems spooked by a simple invitation to a fellow Union agent who has seen fit to vacation here on our humble planet. (I personally think it is good for them, having to see someone with ambitions so outside their own. It keeps their ambitions quiet.) I cannot wait to see how they behave once we're together in person.
I am beginning to believe that some of you are less interested in actually curbing the tide of hagiography in Karrakin politics and more interested in finding an acceptable target to point your gun at for "jokes."
It’s not like they’d give up their power without a fight. “Curbing the tide” is a half measure when the systemic problems go unaddressed. Harm reduction is all well and good but Federalists are still oppressors. Still would step on the neck of a world that doesn’t bow to them. Still uphold the system that allows for so many abuses.
Conspiracists will always find a way to justify their views, just as oppressors do to keep themselves in power and “justified”. Tip toeing around them doesn’t change that.
As a Lancer, I pilot what is essentially a weapon of war. Some may call them peacekeeping tools, but let’s be honest. War is what mechs were made for. To quote a wise man, “A machine built to end war is always a machine built to continue war.”
Humans have proven one thing consistent, time and time again: war is what we’re best at. Large scale, small scale, you name it, we’ve refined it into an art.
I like to think of myself as an inventor, a creator. Creation is what I’m best at, despite my best facet of said creation being tools of destruction.
I want to make a machine. A machine to end conflict.
Question is, how do I make such a thing without it only continuing violence?
Maybe I’m thinking too big. Start small.
I know the gas collection system on the station was inefficient. I should check if it’s standard issue for all gas collectors…
There is no peace without justice. There is no peace while someone has their boot on the throat of another. The desire for galactic peace is a naive one if it does not also come with a complete restructuring of everything, otherwise peace only serves to cement the power of those above.
War is a symptom of systems of inequality. To treat only the symptom is to leave the underlying cause to fester and kill. “War is what we’re best at” because those in power must continually consolidate power through strength of arms to keep that same power.
If you want to make a machine that will end wars, make a machine that will uplift common people. Make a machine that provides for their needs. Make a machine that they can use to reclaim their power.
Tools of destruction can also be tools of liberation. The same gun that can shoot a worker for wanting rights can shoot the lord for restricting those rights. Tools are not completely value neutral, but they do fluctuate heavily depending on whose hands they’re in.
If someone informed me they could stop all wars forever with the snap of their fingers, and we would be left with the exact same universe, just without war, I would shoot them before they had the chance. No matter how much suffering comes from war, the hidden suffering that sparked those wars can be much greater.
Gah, my head hurts. Already taken some pain meds but they aren’t helping much. Lying down is working to a degree if I don’t move an inch, but it hurts too much to nap…
Well first, make sure if you have any implants that connect to the head/neck/back that they’re not malfunctioning or anything. You’d be surprised at how many people with them straight up forget they can be the cause of problems. Not all problems from implants are major! Sometimes it’s minor malfunctions that send out pain, but travel to other locations so they don’t realize it. While I’m no doctor and implants are not my speciality, I’ve been thrown into a crash course a few times when we’re not able to get to actual specialists.
If you rule that out, sometimes pinching the bridge of your nose can help? Also make sure to drink water. Even if it’s not the direct cause, it helps.
Newly discharged Tortuga pilot looking for meaningful work. Please contact if any of the following skillsets fill a service niche:
-- SecComm standard field defense doctrine
-- SecComm standard Close Quarters Combat doctrine
-- Single target guard duty
-- Gardening (some limitations apply)
Not picky about work as long as its not too close to civilians. Albatross employers will need to sign an additional "Don't shoot me on sight" agreement. All further details negotiable.
The greatest shame amongst many in the Baronies is how poor our frames are. Well the calendula did do things to me once.... but that is besides the point.
No matter how smart you think you are, no matter how much you will prepare, somewhere, there is a corvid who will find the Rusty parts of your defences and tear them down to Cinders. Truly, to think your defences are impenetrable is as much a declaration of war as crossing the Rubicon. You’ve sent up a flare that anyone within 621 light-years can see. Be prepared, for C4 is coming to blow you up.
I didn’t die! Well, you probably know that, but I didn’t die between when Wildcat updated and now, which I always count as a positive. Truly, what would the Runners do without me. Even while on very mandatory bedrest, they bugged me for answers to so many questions. (Honestly, I’m glad for it. My brain was rotting not having anything to work on).
What do you all do when you can’t do much? It goes for bed rest, sure, but I know space travel can have some similar effects sometimes. Vriend tried to teach me some board game I forget the name of. It was confusing, but I still managed to beat him so I guess my natural excellence extends to that too.
Aside from just talking with people, Shrew actually scrounged up a bunch of old Albatross movies and shows for me to watch (which begs the question, are they a fan??? I never would’ve guessed but they just shrugged off any time I tried to ask them). Honestly… they were surprisingly good?? I always thought of Albatross shows as tropey (I never actually watched one but some of my friends have Opinions about them) but they were weirdly nuanced? They also gave me the vibes that they would be like Kavalier shows but they were wayyy better than that! They almost gave the vibe of what Kavaliers pretend they are.
I’m still recovering, so I’ll have more leisure time than I’m used to, but at least I’m well enough to post again. You can’t get rid of me that easily.
[Heavy breathing and faint groans of pain interrupt the background sounds of a cityscape. A voice begins speaking, filtered just enough to disguise it.]
Haha… fuck. Uh.
So I may or may not have gotten stabbed in the gut?
I was on shore leave (why do they call it that, it’s such an outdated phrase) while we were picking up supplies, as uh… as you do. And, like, got maybe a little carried away while at the bar. When some fucking bootlicking off duty noble guards — still blazoned in symbology by the way cuz those fucks can’t seem to have a sense of identity outside of it — uh and yeah they came in and started being creeps.
[Magpie’s voice comes in strained, and the faint sounds of a body shifting are heard]
One of them got too close. All uh- up in my face and I had some… choice words. May have let slip some less than favourable insinuations about them and their noble if you catch my drift.
[She lets out a laugh that quickly gets smothered by a groan of pain]
Ugh. Then like. How the fuck was I supposed to know that they would get stabby over it! No sense of humour. Mustve signed it away in their uh what’s the word? Contracts. That’s right. Uh. Fuck.
Anyways, I’m doing fine now? I mean kinda. I socked him in the nose — hope I broke it — and got the fuck out of there. They gave chase, the stubborn bastards, but I managed to lose ‘em in an alley.
But uh. Not too sure I have the strength for a repeat showing. Just kinda… sitting here with my back to the wall trying to catch my breath. Regain some strength.
I called Wildcat. She, she was the closest. And the least likely to yell at me for going out alone like that. Well… maybe. Ugh. She just uh, told me to sit tight. She’s coming for me. She’ll save me. I’ll- I’ll be fine.
Fuck.
Never been- uh- stabbed like this before.
We had to hang up. Apparently they’re still fucking searching for me and I wasn’t able to secure that line well enough. Ahah. Still had this one secured though. My dumbass priorities coming to bite me in the ass.
I looked up some stuff on first aid that I didn’t already know. Kept the knife in at least. Not dumb enough to pull it out. And uh. One twisted trophy, eh?
But uh. Now I’m just waiting? Figured I’d… I dunno. Record it to keep my mind focused off the pain? Leave evidence if they find me again? Say… say sorry. Yeah- fuck. Sorry to Wildcat if I fucking leave her to find me like this. No- no. This is not how I’m fucking dying. Not in this backwards fucking dump where the sky is filled with smog.
[Her voice trails off, her breathing getting even more laboured. There is a long pause before she speaks again.]
Fuck uh. Right. This. Uh.
[She speaks in a tone of faux-confidence, made even more plainly thin by her pained tone]
I’ll be fine. Don’t you all worry. Gonna take a lot more to put me down.
[Background noise plays for a significant period of time]
[The sounds of rushed footsteps begin to echo from far away. Magpie, with slurred and tired speech, sounds like she’s on the edge of passing out]
Sorry…. Should shut this off now. I’ll give an update when I’m safe... Magpie… not out- no uh. Magpie, until we speak again.
[The footsteps get closer. The device sounds like it’s being jostled with as she tries to shut it off.]
[Just before the audio cuts out, the footsteps get very close. A feminine voice, unfiltered, loud and panicked booms out]
Magpie is currently on bedrest after her… ordeal. She is currently stable, though minorly delirious. She was rambling under her breath and was worrying about leaving people worrying she was dead and this was mentioned. She’s an idiot, but fortunately is alive and well. Or, as well as you can be with having to be stitched up.
I still can’t believe she decided to go out on her own and make trouble. Though I suppose trouble does tend to find her. Still, we have a buddy system for a reason. Jerk made me think she was gonna die… I swear if she does something like this and makes me worry again I’m gonna steal all the treats from her secret stash. But she’s safe now and that’s what matters.
Anyways. Bye. (Is that how you’re supposed to end these?)
[Heavy breathing and faint groans of pain interrupt the background sounds of a cityscape. A voice begins speaking, filtered just enough to disguise it.]
Haha… fuck. Uh.
So I may or may not have gotten stabbed in the gut?
I was on shore leave (why do they call it that, it’s such an outdated phrase) while we were picking up supplies, as uh… as you do. And, like, got maybe a little carried away while at the bar. When some fucking bootlicking off duty noble guards — still blazoned in symbology by the way cuz those fucks can’t seem to have a sense of identity outside of it — uh and yeah they came in and started being creeps.
[Magpie’s voice comes in strained, and the faint sounds of a body shifting are heard]
One of them got too close. All uh- up in my face and I had some… choice words. May have let slip some less than favourable insinuations about them and their noble if you catch my drift.
[She lets out a laugh that quickly gets smothered by a groan of pain]
Ugh. Then like. How the fuck was I supposed to know that they would get stabby over it! No sense of humour. Mustve signed it away in their uh what’s the word? Contracts. That’s right. Uh. Fuck.
Anyways, I’m doing fine now? I mean kinda. I socked him in the nose — hope I broke it — and got the fuck out of there. They gave chase, the stubborn bastards, but I managed to lose ‘em in an alley.
But uh. Not too sure I have the strength for a repeat showing. Just kinda… sitting here with my back to the wall trying to catch my breath. Regain some strength.
I called Wildcat. She, she was the closest. And the least likely to yell at me for going out alone like that. Well… maybe. Ugh. She just uh, told me to sit tight. She’s coming for me. She’ll save me. I’ll- I’ll be fine.
Fuck.
Never been- uh- stabbed like this before.
We had to hang up. Apparently they’re still fucking searching for me and I wasn’t able to secure that line well enough. Ahah. Still had this one secured though. My dumbass priorities coming to bite me in the ass.
I looked up some stuff on first aid that I didn’t already know. Kept the knife in at least. Not dumb enough to pull it out. And uh. One twisted trophy, eh?
But uh. Now I’m just waiting? Figured I’d… I dunno. Record it to keep my mind focused off the pain? Leave evidence if they find me again? Say… say sorry. Yeah- fuck. Sorry to Wildcat if I fucking leave her to find me like this. No- no. This is not how I’m fucking dying. Not in this backwards fucking dump where the sky is filled with smog.
[Her voice trails off, her breathing getting even more laboured. There is a long pause before she speaks again.]
Fuck uh. Right. This. Uh.
[She speaks in a tone of faux-confidence, made even more plainly thin by her pained tone]
I’ll be fine. Don’t you all worry. Gonna take a lot more to put me down.
[Background noise plays for a significant period of time]
[The sounds of rushed footsteps begin to echo from far away. Magpie, with slurred and tired speech, sounds like she’s on the edge of passing out]
Sorry…. Should shut this off now. I’ll give an update when I’m safe... Magpie… not out- no uh. Magpie, until we speak again.
[The footsteps get closer. The device sounds like it’s being jostled with as she tries to shut it off.]
[Just before the audio cuts out, the footsteps get very close. A feminine voice, unfiltered, loud and panicked booms out]
Promise all Horus pilots aren’t evil! They have useful tech and some of us pilot things that have.. time shit. So we don’t have a whole lot of choice XD
Find me a nice one. Find me one. I have never met a Horus pilot I haven't wanted to fight, or has wanted to fight me.
Can confirm, all Horus pilots on Free Sanjak need to be kept on a leash lest they all climb on top of each other to form a giant tower in order to, quote, “take the fight to the blockade”.
My friend exclaiming this may or may not have been on several substances at the time but that definitely did not have an effect.
Though I will say, calling them “evil” is a bit of a stretch. Insane? Probably. Evil? Nah.
It is quiet here today, and the airwaves have become stale. I look out over the fields of my dear Sanjak, the once-battlefield that has become the playground for our children, and watch them make games from scars that may be forever burned into the earth beyond us.
It is cool, and the wind feels kind on my skin. It is days like these that I remember every time I must take up arms to defend my home.
I ask you this, Omninet: What worlds do you fight for? What do they look like?
I have been known to speak ill of your movement, Ungrateful, but let me offer this olive branch. I too fight for my home.
I was denied it when I was young but I remembered it well, fair and sweet with rains that fell softly and brought comfort in the heat of the sun. There I lived long enough for the place to become a part of me, and then I was cast out for the crime of being related to one who shares your cause.
I had to fight a long time to return, and in the process I saw the actions of those who would jeopardize our current peace.
I've seen the world the House of Stone wants. I hope for all of us that it can be avoided.
ON FAIR ISPAHSALAR, NOBLES LOUNGE BEACHSIDE WHILE YOUR FOUNDRIES AND SHIPYARDS BUILD THE MACHINES TO KEEP THE BLOCKADE RUNNING.
TO YOU RECLAIMED POSER: I've seen your leaked journal entries, knave, you know that your homeworld exports violence commensurate with the worst of the Stonelords you decry.
TO YOU RUSTED BLADE: Your kindness is a veil, a calculated push. In this you resemble well the house you've returned to, beautiful, marketable, rotting from the inside out. You sell out your peers so you may be a tourist in your own world.
TO YOU UNTEMPERED SAND: For all you seek to rise above your father you dig yourself further into the dirt. Let him who armed us be a man honored, let you who simultaneously decry us and seek our approval be buried alongside your principles.
WE DENY YOUR ROMANTICIZATION OF YOUR RANCID VACATION WORLD. WE WOULD RETURN THE GOLDEN FIELDS TO THE IGNOBLE.
