Iron Tigers
Current Status: Epsilon Eridani, Chaos March

Personal Log: Maj. D. Keith
Date: 3067-10-22
Situation:
Things keep getting worse. I'm really not sure about Major Blix's motives at this point. We're going to rescue one of his operatives. We're also going to rob a bank. Yep. A bank. Several million C-Bills to be exact. If this doesn't piss off the Wobbies, I don't know what will. The Major is going to suck Tyler and I right into his little personal war with the Blakists. We had a long chat about it. So far, Blix's intel has been spot on. And he hasn't asked us to do anything REALLY off the pale--like killing a school full of children... or nuking a city. I get the feeling though that Blix is pushing Tyler and I to walk on a particular line--the one which lies between being a mercenary and outright piracy. His intel looks right, but what if he's setting us up to take a fall? Or worse, push us into a position where our only choice is either stand alone (and die) or join his war with the Word. No one said the life of a mercenary was easy, but trying to wrap my head around these wheels within wheels is driving me mad. You'd think that my Taurian paranoia would help out. Or maybe it is? Hm. Mission is in two hours. Need to get some sleep.

Aftermath:
Personal Log: Maj. D. Keith

Date: 3067-10-22
We're linking up with the jumpships. The mission was a success. Didn't net much in the way of salvage--those Blakists fought to the bitter end. Tyler thought that we could wipe them out, but for once, I played it safe. We already had three of Blix's men down from the bank heist. Rachelle was seeing spots from taking a laser to the cockpit. Glory be damned. Sometimes you have to pull back when you're winning. Take the win and not press your luck any further. Life and death is the difference between a lucky PPC shot to the head. Now we're all a couple of million C-bills richer. Rachelle is in her quarters with a wet towel on her eyes. Kaitlyn is bitching about the blown actuators in my Black Hawk's arm. And the rest of the techs are either scrambling over that SecurityMech or stripping the weapons off of the BlackJack Omni's remains. And I'm back filling out paperwork. At least everyone is in good spirits--they should be since they know I believe in profit sharing. Frankie is already looking through video catalogs--like we've got enough space on this dropship to hold all her clothes! Better wrap this up. Going to have a quick dinner with Tyler and Blix (once he finishes checking up on his men). Then it's back to the Fortune Hunter, and jumping to the Capellan Confederation. Better line up some new Techs and recruits on the way. Wonder what everyone will think when I tell them we're going to add some tanks to the roster and go combined-arms?

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