CMDR Weasel Delara's log, day one.
"Hey! Hi! Hello there! So, let's start this off with style. I'm Wess Delara, but call me Weasel. Not cause I'm, like, a coward or scumbag. But because I'm, you know, cunning. And I've been bouncing off the walls since age two. Anyway, this is a commander's log! These things are supposed to be important. Like, if the weasel goes pop, this'll let people know why and how I <censored> up. Also, if I go missing, this might help find out where I went. For the record, check Dezzet's Funcade before sending out a search party. I usually wash up there sooner or later. I've also been told that this helps with keeping a sound state of mind. That you can't really tell people about some of your jobs and confessing them to this thing helps. Little do they know that I've been talking to myself for years. Not because I'm crazy or anything. Keeps me on task and I'm an excellent conversationalist."
"So, moving right along, Weasel Delara. That's me. Now, you might not recognize the last name 'Delara', but trust me, you know us. If you've ever been to the Cubeo system, and most potential listeners have, you've probably stopped at a station or port for a bite to eat. That's our world. Shopping centers, commerce hubs, stations, anywhere that people are in a hurry, we make eateries. We specialize in fast food, eateries that can provide quality to large numbers of people in a hurry. We have The Noodle House, Tacorito, Pizza Go, Box Dragon and, our most popular establishment, Megalith Burger. Our Duke of Cheese burger is a massive seller, and our Royal Meals are big with the kids. Whenever our toys are Princess accessories, they sell right out. Our food isn't gourmet or prepared with only the most expensive ingredients, but it's fast, affordable and good. I love the family business."
"So, that brings up the big question. What the hell am I doing in space? I could have just become another executive. I mean, I'm in the family. I pretty much have a ticket to the easy life. But the thing is, we have enough people in suits making decisions. We've actually run into a problem. See, we've grown. That's good and bad. Good, because, hey, more money. But bad because suddenly, we're a target. Our shipments are bigger and more frequent. Since we're in multiple stations and facilities, we're constantly moving things around. Bandits have taken notice. Since our ingredients are meant to be cooked fast and easy, they can sell very well in the markets, if stolen. And that's ignoring the maniacs who want the equipment, fuel or even our toys for resale. <Censored> savages."
"That's where I come in. I always liked flight simulators as a kid. I mean, everyone wants to fly a space ship. Those games where you're the brave commander out to hunt down the pirate squad? I ate those up. Turns out I was good at them. Really good. Now, it used to be that when my family had a problem with bandits or a sudden shipment, we'd hire mercs. That solved the problem most of the time. But most of the time means that, sometimes, we were left in a bad place. You had the pilots that would ditch us for jobs that paid better, or if the bandits did. Then you had the pilots who were doing five jobs at a time and we just ended up being last on the list. By then, too late. Of course, my favorites were the pilots who would take us, then ditch at the last minute because they just 'didn't feel like it'. Thanks s. So, it was decided that a reliable pilot would be a good thing, someone who was loyal and could handle those sudden jobs. Someone bound by something deeper than money."
"So that's me. I was enrolled in the Pilot's Federation, fully funded by my family. They paid for the education and even bought me a ship. All I have to do is solve any big crisis that comes up. And I even get the fee they'd usually pay a mercenary. It works out really well. Now, there aren't too many problems that happen, maybe one every few weeks, so I have lots of free time on my hands. Bounty Hunting's my favorite pastime. Earn money, clean up space, can't go wrong. Now, my ship is the 'Mustelid'. It's the scientific category for weasels. It's a Python, which the family decided was the best all around ship. A Python can do anything. It can deliver, mine, hunt, take a beating, and anything bigger is just way too slow. It's not a ship of luxury, but substance over style. Besides, I've made some improvements to the interior. It's pretty livable."
"Anyway, that's where I stand. That's me in the universe. Truth be told, we're not a bad company. I mean, our prices are low, our workers are taken care of and we feed people. What's more, we like the Empire. We want to give back. I want to give back. The Federation would create an environment of uncontrolled corporate backstabbing and the Alliance would create a fragmented galaxy of cultures too mixed to fully cooperate. I believe in Aisling's vision of what the Empire should be and what it should stand for. So, I'm going to be Delara Foodstuffs' way of aiding that vision. I'm our way of giving back. Bounty hunting, aiding fellow corporations, I'll be a well paid agent of positive change. I am controlled, responsible capitalism. And in that way, I am what makes the Empire great."
"Groovy."
"Hey! Hi! Hello there! So, let's start this off with style. I'm Wess Delara, but call me Weasel. Not cause I'm, like, a coward or scumbag. But because I'm, you know, cunning. And I've been bouncing off the walls since age two. Anyway, this is a commander's log! These things are supposed to be important. Like, if the weasel goes pop, this'll let people know why and how I <censored> up. Also, if I go missing, this might help find out where I went. For the record, check Dezzet's Funcade before sending out a search party. I usually wash up there sooner or later. I've also been told that this helps with keeping a sound state of mind. That you can't really tell people about some of your jobs and confessing them to this thing helps. Little do they know that I've been talking to myself for years. Not because I'm crazy or anything. Keeps me on task and I'm an excellent conversationalist."
"So, moving right along, Weasel Delara. That's me. Now, you might not recognize the last name 'Delara', but trust me, you know us. If you've ever been to the Cubeo system, and most potential listeners have, you've probably stopped at a station or port for a bite to eat. That's our world. Shopping centers, commerce hubs, stations, anywhere that people are in a hurry, we make eateries. We specialize in fast food, eateries that can provide quality to large numbers of people in a hurry. We have The Noodle House, Tacorito, Pizza Go, Box Dragon and, our most popular establishment, Megalith Burger. Our Duke of Cheese burger is a massive seller, and our Royal Meals are big with the kids. Whenever our toys are Princess accessories, they sell right out. Our food isn't gourmet or prepared with only the most expensive ingredients, but it's fast, affordable and good. I love the family business."
"So, that brings up the big question. What the hell am I doing in space? I could have just become another executive. I mean, I'm in the family. I pretty much have a ticket to the easy life. But the thing is, we have enough people in suits making decisions. We've actually run into a problem. See, we've grown. That's good and bad. Good, because, hey, more money. But bad because suddenly, we're a target. Our shipments are bigger and more frequent. Since we're in multiple stations and facilities, we're constantly moving things around. Bandits have taken notice. Since our ingredients are meant to be cooked fast and easy, they can sell very well in the markets, if stolen. And that's ignoring the maniacs who want the equipment, fuel or even our toys for resale. <Censored> savages."
"That's where I come in. I always liked flight simulators as a kid. I mean, everyone wants to fly a space ship. Those games where you're the brave commander out to hunt down the pirate squad? I ate those up. Turns out I was good at them. Really good. Now, it used to be that when my family had a problem with bandits or a sudden shipment, we'd hire mercs. That solved the problem most of the time. But most of the time means that, sometimes, we were left in a bad place. You had the pilots that would ditch us for jobs that paid better, or if the bandits did. Then you had the pilots who were doing five jobs at a time and we just ended up being last on the list. By then, too late. Of course, my favorites were the pilots who would take us, then ditch at the last minute because they just 'didn't feel like it'. Thanks s. So, it was decided that a reliable pilot would be a good thing, someone who was loyal and could handle those sudden jobs. Someone bound by something deeper than money."
"So that's me. I was enrolled in the Pilot's Federation, fully funded by my family. They paid for the education and even bought me a ship. All I have to do is solve any big crisis that comes up. And I even get the fee they'd usually pay a mercenary. It works out really well. Now, there aren't too many problems that happen, maybe one every few weeks, so I have lots of free time on my hands. Bounty Hunting's my favorite pastime. Earn money, clean up space, can't go wrong. Now, my ship is the 'Mustelid'. It's the scientific category for weasels. It's a Python, which the family decided was the best all around ship. A Python can do anything. It can deliver, mine, hunt, take a beating, and anything bigger is just way too slow. It's not a ship of luxury, but substance over style. Besides, I've made some improvements to the interior. It's pretty livable."
"Anyway, that's where I stand. That's me in the universe. Truth be told, we're not a bad company. I mean, our prices are low, our workers are taken care of and we feed people. What's more, we like the Empire. We want to give back. I want to give back. The Federation would create an environment of uncontrolled corporate backstabbing and the Alliance would create a fragmented galaxy of cultures too mixed to fully cooperate. I believe in Aisling's vision of what the Empire should be and what it should stand for. So, I'm going to be Delara Foodstuffs' way of aiding that vision. I'm our way of giving back. Bounty hunting, aiding fellow corporations, I'll be a well paid agent of positive change. I am controlled, responsible capitalism. And in that way, I am what makes the Empire great."
"Groovy."
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