Bugnutt
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Posted - 2003.07.31 00:46:00 -
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I can't believe I'm hearing this! You expect me to kill my own father! "Captain, stop being melodramatic. You hate the old bastard anyway and you know he needs to go. You can't say you never saw this coming. He has been a liability for some time" "And you think that just because we've bad blood between us that I'll let you kill my father? Are you insane? I can't believe your even telling me this! Why? Why not have someone else do it and keep me out of it?" I was stunned. He was actually sitting there, hands folded in his lap, asking me to kill my own, all be it estranged, father for the Corp's financial security. "Um, you will like this; because if you don't, then we will be forced to remove him, and yourself, on our own ..." and he smiled as he said it. So they found out about Obe last week, damn, I'd thought I'd cleaned that up. These suits always wanted clean hands but still managed to find the details just in case. If news had got out that I'd helped those miners, then I was finished here too. I was already looking at my options before that Obe incident and now they were even less attractive. It looked like they were going for the Nutt family in a one-r, and rubbing it in my face. If 'Pops' had held it together another couple of years I'd have made it out of GreenDog and back home to take his place. So now they had me and they were after old man Nutt's shares. Make me do the dirty work for my own freedom. Now to most men in this glorious Caldari state would never have been able to get themselves into this position; too much in the way of pride and discipline. But everyone knows of the shadow corps that do the dirty trading for the big boys, or anyone without blinkers anyway. A little less well known would be the operating procedures of some of the more 'militant' fringe corps, those that rise and fall and no-one is ever really knows their business. GreenDog Dispatch was ostensably a cross border freight service between the Caldari and Gallente empires, even going so far as to tout itself as a model for improving Caldari/Gallente relations. We even employed a couple of them! Ha, we were nothing more than corporate spies and sabeteurs. All the Caldari among us had other posts in 'Momma' to take up when they were emptied (usually by retiring family members), only staying in GreenDog to hone their skills and prove their loyalty.
I arranged a meeting, out by moon 7, to try and explain to the old man. As warp took me and the stars streaked I was still unsure how we could work this out so we both came out on top. I was thinking about the times when we actually worked as a family, practicing with the old Ibis he kept out of sentimentality (I was concieved on that ship ..). As warp receded and I checked scanners, automatically taking stock of surrounding space, I heard the first targetting computer attempt lock ....
Drifting through Amarr space, an orphan by my own hand, there was no honour left in me. I am the ugly side of the noble Caldari, the rejected. They had all the 'evidence', I was rogue to the core. And they had got to him. My father, believing that they had convinced me to kill him, had forced me to do just that.
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