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Diary of a Felini

Diary of a Felini

The young cubs stared up at her, lounging across the sun warmed rock. She was old and moved with a sway back and favoured her left side. When she first arrived here she was pretty much ignored, much as she wanted it though as always rumours followed her. At first adults would stop by her preferred resting spot, wait for her to acknowledge them, than bow their head respectfully before moving on. The cubs, always more exuberant and clueless in the ways of society would congregate crouching in the grass and swapping stories, always trying to outdo each other in their implausibility.

Her starfaring days may now be behind her and much of the wetware stripped, but a few features she retained, namely augmented hearing and vision. Their stories amused her and caused her to cast her mind back to when she was their age and listening to her mother’s talk of the times before the occupation. To have lived in that innocent time when prides roamed the fertile savannahs technology little better than Stone Age...


Her ear twitched forward. One of the cubs had pinned another down and was saying how people like her caused the Flagritz to slaughter entire prides.

From a prone position she was instantly first on her feet and then silently arcing through the air. Five metres down and fifteen between her and the cub. She would pay for the landing later but for now it was lessen time, in the style of ancient operas.
The infant was sent sprawling and tried to gain her feet. Not bad, but her actions were telegraphed and with a paw, retrained, face pushed in the thin dead, dusty soil.

Arching her back and stretched, she turned languidly to view the startled crowd. If she had their attention before, she now held them transfixed.
‘Thankfully you have never seen a Flagritz in the flesh. They are grotesque. They are flaccid, though you don’t see that under all their plastic and metal. They are weak. A quick slit,’ she drew a bead across the lower torso of the trapped cub causing her to yelp, though no blood was drawn, ‘and they ooze out bilious entrails. The will thrash about for hours forming pools of stinking slime as they die.
‘But that’s if you can get close. They are always armed and armoured, even their civilians carry weapons and have their vulnerable places protected. They are wrapped in their technology and always shoot first.

‘They came in the day and in numbers. They killed any that looked up at them and few more just to get our attention. They dragged away any they thought fit to work in their fields and mines. They killed because they were angry or simply for sport. They killed on a whim. If you think that being good little slaves, or negotiating with them would have changed the course of history, you are a fool. As a child, they slaughtered my mother and threw me in a ditch having kicked me across the grounds for fun. There were other bodies there, all my friends and all dead.’

She lifted her leg and the cub scrambled away, shocked and angry at being put down in front of her peers.
‘They say you murdered fifty children.’

For a moment her eyes lost their focus, staring into the distance, into the past.

‘It was in the final days of the occupation. We had broken them and they were in full flight, killing their slaves, our people before they could revolt. We came across one of their small holdings in the Aristian mountains. We tracked the movement of cycling shuttles evacuating the civilians. In typical Flagritz style they had first removed all the troops and were going back for their civilians when we hit them. It was a massacre. I interrogated one. Seems these were pacifists wanting to stay and help rebuild the world, even integrate peacefully. We eviscerated them. That’s when I found tracks leading off. A small group had fled. For three days I followed, picking off the stragglers – mostly children and their mothers. I observed the final few and discovered they were unarmed. I hit them that night leaving none alive. Yes I killed fifty and many more since.’




‘The hard truth is that children grow to adults and are destined to commit the crimes of their parents. This is why I have dedicated my life to hunting Flagritz across this world and any other. Some day we will reach their homeworld and once there we will slaughter every one we find. Until the species is no more, we can never rest.

‘My mother says that it is people like you that stop us putting the past behind us and forging peace with the Flagritz.’ The cub was still trying to win the argument.

‘What of the hundreds of thousands of our people dragged back to their homeworld and their children, forced to grow up in servitude?
‘The Flagritz will call for truces and treaties when in retreat but I know that every last one of them even unto the unborn infant, given time and the upper hand will tear up any treaty and ignore any truce. They will always seek to enslave, torture and murder every other species for their own amusement.’

She turned and walked away, hiding a slight limp. The attitude sickened her but was becoming ever more prevalent amongst the generation born after the emancipation. Having regained the homeworld, they wished nothing more than to bury their heads and hide, pretending the past could never be repeated. She knew better.




 
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Crowe Coups Self

The IMP Viceroy Tiberius Crowe has finally achieved something in his unremarkable tenure by relinquishing even the semblance of wearing big boy pants and instead, appointed Jack Jones as Patrol Commissioner, salty spokesperson and policy maker for the Empire. Crowe will now join CIA Director Laton in riding the special bus to work where the two of them will enjoy long pleasant afternoons sipping cups of tea. Actually, just tepid fruit-scented water as neither of them can be fully trusted with a hot kettle. Occasionally, they might be visited by equally dynamic war “veteran” Admiral Bridge to enjoy mimes presenting the latest comics from the Howl. Meanwhile, Jones is putting pressure on the FET and will soon no doubt find a pretext to deploy his vast mercenary forces against anyone else who is seen working too closely with his most hated of enemies, the HEX.


 
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Highlord Aadolf Loses Control As Dewiek Break Peace Treaty

Around one hundred DEN warships have launched an attack on a small GTT destroyer squadron of forty ships in the Daggern system. Two GTT ships were destroyed and another fifteen suffered noticeable damage. CEO Xavier Fox issued a restrained but angry statement demanding the DEN explain themselves. Highlord Aadolf’s buffoon-like response amounted to “Dewiek be Dewiek, let’s drink and forget about it.” Cold comfort for the dead crew onboard the GTT ships and their families. Especially, as seems likely at this time, the Empire will settle for some bloody money instead of retribution.


 
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The Worm Turns

The FET have reduced relations with the IMP to neutral. Sneezy boss Cu Chulainn took the bold step of putting 1 and 1 together by linking recent mercenary attacks in their systems with the IMP scouts seen loitering for some time and refusing to move. Even bolder, hints that they believe “a certain Imperial citizen” is responsible for Edward Lowe’s entire underhand operation were voiced loudly enough that the handsome but hard of hearing Tiberius Crowe had to take note. He was seen grappling in trademark fashion with his skin tight jacket, pulling it down over his partially concealed middle-aged girth, as he sat to issue a terse public statement. Exactly who this citizen may be was left unnamed and no news channel subject to Imperial laws would dare unmask the villain. Luckily dear readers, we are not subject to phony Imperial laws. It’s Jack Jones everybody. Jack Jones, butcher of Naplians and fancier of silver long johns.


 
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”Necessity hath no law”

Lord Cromwell of the DOM slapped a fleet of privateers, on charges of "knavery", "bad manners" and "poor sportsmanship." Such offences carry the death sentence in the Dominion, a nebulous territory neither part of the Empire nor apart from it. At least thirteen Armadillo class ships, typically sold by the DOM, were destroyed at a location Cromwell was unwilling to disclose publicly. Bloodthirsty Dewiek as well as "prince of peace" Yahn Wodenzoon were quick to congratulate the DOM for their merciless carnage. It seems the consensus in the galaxy’s ruling class is that not presenting valid identification is a crime worthy of the murder of dozens, perhaps hundreds, of unfortunate crewmen. This is all just another indicator that the political elite are far removed from the lives of ordinary people who are seen as little more than meat inventory. It is telling so-called “man of the people and the downtrodden” Wodenzoon so readily aligns himself with this grisly concord. Meanwhile, the archaic elocutionist Cromwell further establishes the recent trend of mild exertions of power by the cold-blooded DOM.


 
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Return of the Fox

The galaxy is still digesting news of the return of Xavier Fox to the boardroom of the GTT. The ailing corporation's share price began a sharp rally after a six month downward spiral under Ike Krieger, credited with being the worst CEO in the megacorporation's history. The only surviving board member from Fox's initial tenure as CEO, and perhaps across the entire GTT board, is Antt Tilton the Research Director. The reclusive Tilton is the brains behind the ascension of GTT technology, particularly in the field of antimatter weapons and super-heavy dreadnought size ships, Tilton offers a small measure of continuity during this tumultuous time. Mr. Fox has therefore resorted to a broad appeal for new blood to join the ailing firm. So far, the result has been a number of two-dimensional "Yes" persons being promoted to the C-suite. Still, key stakeholders were upbeat with one commenting, "Fox is the man to turn this bloody disaster around. He knows how to put a great team together and where to bury the bodies of the non-performers."


 
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