Ajay’s Blog

Ajay's Story: Armed Trust

Mirtrak Battle Station, Weth.
Stagnation does people no good. But fighter craft suffer it even worse. If "Stranger" had a sentient AI, you could've asked it. But if my ship had a sentient AI, it would have vented me into open space soon after I got addicted to Inner Core fighting, for putting the poor old heavy fighter's hull through hell several times - or for sitting at one base for weeks straight.
Of course, since I did not want my ship failing me, I needed to do maintenance more often than usual. So when Flyagin's message flashed up on my personal console, I was running diagnostics of the ship's engine block. Since it's a zone close to a ship's fusion reactor and a zone that regularly is in contact with high levels of space radiation - among other things - I was wearing an exoprotection space suit. When I was done with checking out the engines, removed the suit and took a decontamination shower (just in case), Canteen was busy trying to melt my console

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Ajay's Story: Flight of the Munificent.[1]

Since some time, command has taken a liking to interrupt my reading of Warhammer 40k books. This time was no exception, though it was "Caves of Ice" this time. I was just about to read how the "brave" main protagonist of the book was just about to witness the huge-ass flak-off explosion[2] when Canteen's message appeared.
"Ajay, phone me back. NOW. G.M. Igor "Canteen" Flyagin."
Well,it isn't like I was reading that book for the first time, and messages from Flyagin so far were promising some interesting stuff. I jumped from my bed and got myself into shape, then left my flat - I was on Murmansk by that time - locked it and headed to my ship.

-A wreck seeking? Really, Canteen? - I asked my CO, talking to him via videophone built into my personal console. - To find a Rheinland freighter lost since... two years or so, and find out what happened to it?
-Better than doing nothing, am I right? - Flyagin asked back.
-Right...
-Listen, I was working on

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Ajay's Story: Yet Another Homecoming.

-Yes, everything is alright - I've reported to my commander via the comlink. - The Hypergate is completely usable.
-It delivered you to Inner Core system?
-Yes, straight from the anomaly Hypergate in the Omega 3 uses. Currently I'm in Weth. Mirtrak Battle Station.
-Very well - Flyagin said. - You need to return back. There is something we need from you.
-Namely? - I asked.
-Do you know why you have been suspended?
-Let me guess, being friends with Dom'Kavash? - I replied.
-Partly. But there was another reason. Some time ago, "Gorshkov", a Czar-class carrier, came under attack from Warrior heavy fighters. In Nedjef.
-Yeah, I've heard about it.
-It was a precedent. During that time a freelancer named Edison Trent was aboard the carrier.
I nodded. Edison Trent was the first human to make contact with the Dom'Kavash. Never seen him with my own eyes though.
-So far, I have been tasked to keep an eye on you. By the way, since you are a Coalitioner that has

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WARNING: SPOILERS

Author's Note: The previous chapter had a classified fragment. I planned to write it down when people will start finding the ███████ ██████ system as well as what is beyond. If you do not want to spoil the fun, turn back. if you don't mind spoiling the fun or are that desperate to know what did I find, you may continue, and do not forget that I have warned you.

Ajay's Story 2.0.
Data declassified by Coalition Intelligence Directorate order # ИЕФ131114_009.

While working (thankfully, with his permission) on editing my subordinate's stories, I mostly leave all his writings untouched. The only exception from this are classified data, the only reason I have to do it. Fragment that is following was one of such classified data. The original author did not mind me erasing it from the story release, but asked me to release this fragment once information has been declassified.
For now, such a moment has come.
Coalition Intelligence Directorate General Major
Igor Evgenyevich

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Ajay's Story: 2.0.

I was sitting on my bed and reading "Angel Exterminatus"[1] in my room aboard the CNS K-719. I've been sitting on that battleship for a long time, mainly due to the fact that my CO decided to separate me from the first friend I've had in my whole life. He said that "Stranger" needs recalibrating and repairs. The ship has been in my care for little less than two years.
Only now I realized that I really can't live without my Basilisk. How I really want to hop in the cockpit, launch the engine and fly somewhere. Inner Core, Altair, Nomad space, doesn't matter.
The message came up.
"Greetings, Ajay.
The Hypergate is activated.
Meet me on the landing pad.
Your CO,
General Major Igor E. Flyagin."
I bolted from my bed, quickly got myself into the shape that looked vaguely like Coalition Intelligence Directorate Senior Lieutenant, and left the room, heading towards the landing pad.
At.
Flakking.
Last.

When I arrived to the landing pad, I've seen my CO. And behind him...
-You're done

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Ajay's Story: Not Weakened, Not Alone.

Omega-3 system. GMG Observatory.
I was sitting on the bed in the cargo hold of the "Stranger" and sending directives to one of my assigned store managers when the console then suddenly displayed the new message.
"To: "Ajay"
From: Coalition HQ, Vorkuta
Captain Mercy has reported for duty some minutes ago. He's got a storage ship in Sirius ready for departure to Inner Core. Assist him if possible."
-"If possible"? Of course it's possible - I muttered.
Cpt. Mercy was one of the rare people I could've call my friend. He was a Fighter Corps special operations agent (Or another Intelligence Directorate agent, he never specified) sent to the Inner Core, and in Sirius he was seconded to the Crossfire Police Department. It didn't matter that he double tasked: CFPD kept order in Sirius, which was even useful for us, while outside from Altair his task was mainly to fight aliens - the same task I was usually doing, so no wonder we fought side by side so

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Ajay's Diary: Sudden Surge.

Well, the day seemed to promise nothing, I thought, lying on my bed inside the makeshift living room in the cargo bay of my Basilisk and reading some "Horus Heresy" books on my personal console. I've been waiting on Mirtrak for a second day since I've made a quick visit to Sirius, and thought about already going back.
But then, a signal interrupted music in my headphones. A new message. From... none other than Flyagin himself.
Last time I've seen, heard or at least got a message from my commander was last year ago, so I was glad to hear he's doing alive and well.
Switching from the "Flight Of The Eisenstein"[1], I opened the message and started to read.
"Ajay,
Defense Ministry agreed to start mutual operation with Independent Operations Consortium in Jokusuka. They asked Intelligence agents for assistance, and since you are well-known to Dom'Kavash, in order to take the easiest way to fulfill this mission I've been instructed to send you to do this. You are to

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Diary of Ajay. "Returning to the Source".

Before fourth wall establishment.
This is a pure fiction, on-station junk, lot of headcanons, blah blah blah, less of actual events. You've been warned.

-*Yawn* Oh, my head...
I reached my glasses, put them on and turned on nightvision mode - it was dark and I needed to find a switch. Reaching it and beginning another morning. After 30 minutes I was ready to get to cockpit and take off. I grabbed my electronic pad and checked my mail account input.
-Junk, spam, junk, Black Guard Squadron[1] joining offer, spam, spam, junk, spam, junk, junk, spam, Coalition High Command message, junk... Coalition High Command message?
I opened message.
"Dear K(NO WAY IN HELL ME WRITTING MY SURNAME HERE) Ivan Ivanovich, Lieutenant of Coalition Intelligence Agency.
You need to arrive on the board of "CNS Gorlowka" carrier as soon as possible. This is urgent and it is an order.
Your commanding officer
Colonel Igor Flyagin."
-Already a Colonel? About time - I murmured to

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*Yawn*.
Waking up in darkness and slapping my hand on the table in search of my glasses. Grabbing them, putting on my nose and trying to recognize where the flak I am. Well... Kurgan gunboat plastic 1:72 model on the table and PKP machine gun under it. Right, I am in my ship. And where correctly? LPI Huntsville, as i understood when took my personal pad.
Getting shower, dressing uniform and putting my cap on my head, then getting to the cockpit and starting launch sequence.

-Подождите... Ожидаем авторизации... Личность подтверждена, _______ И.И.- кодовое имя Аджай. Проверка систем.
Жизнеобеспечение работает.
Системы радара, РЭБ и связи активированы.
Проверка идентификационных кодов завершена.
Двигатели и ускорители в норме.
Орудийные системы готовы.
Ракетная установка "Немезида" заряжена.
Торпедная установка "Солнцеубийца" ожидает цели.
Блокиратор движения "Москит" готов к запуску.
Установка самонаводящихся мин "Раскрытие" готова к постановке.
Ложные тепловые цели инициализированы.

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Sector Sirius. Oasis system. Orion Outpost. Ship hangar 19-Alpha. CNS I-939 "Stranger" Basilisk-class Space Superiority Fighter.
I had woken up in my ship's cargo bay, where I had set up small living place - it was cheaper that rent both the room and hangar on station. Quickly getting sonic shower and wearing up - uniform, cap, glasses and gyrojet in the holster - and other morning stuff. Well, another crappy day.
I left cargo bay and headed to the cockpit, and checked my messages input folder. It was empty, and I haven't hoped else.
Well, now I am completely feel lost. Nobody ever cared about me... and I haven't noticed it upon now?
But wait. I am actually left here "for emergencies" by my command. Those emergencies usually are friendly pilots that need additional firepower in Inner Core. Now I am just waiting here for any such an emergency.
And... Wait. Just wait.
What did I do in Vega when I was just waiting for mission?
Right, I was fighting with Outcasts and Corsairs. I wasn't sitting

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