So now I’m running around with my hair dyed brown, wearing make up and walking with a cane so I look more gimped that I really am. Been working ok for the past few days, but it really was only a matter of time before the wanted posters showed up on the Cortex. They got a warrant out on Tempest too. That’ll teach me to have the boat legally registered in my name.
Kit Perris is going to have to disappear, and I ain’t got no idea how to do it. Faking my own death might be the best thing I can do. Badger is setting up fake registry for the ship. Guess I’ll have to change the old girl’s name when we get it. Have to come up with something suitable. It’ll be weird not to have her hailed as Tempest, but to keep her in the black she’s going to have to hide too. It’s not like I’m innocent. I’m guilty as hell.
Met up with an old friend, Ellie Rhodes, who had been at Serenity with us. She done her best to patch me up at the POW camp too, and I probably only have a leg because of her work. We needed a doctor on board, and conveniently she has a buddy who’s a pilot who came with her looking for work.
Took the pair of them in, not sure if they were a package deal, but I needed a pilot too. I need someone who can fly my boat out of trouble if I’m in chains. He seems a good sort, but a bit odd. He doesn’t read Chinese, and mumbles in Russian all the time. I haven’t told him I understand him. It’s more fun to just listen in.
I forgot what a temper Ellie has. She thought I done right by murdering Qin’s daddy. But then she’d been a medic while he was murdering our injured at Serenity. Ellie’s from Shadow, and ain’t no one from Shadow who will ever forgive the Alliance for what they done there. ALexey is from Shadow too, so now I got three on my crew from that barren world. I need to ask Qin what he knows about the families…but haven’t got time for that now.
We skedaddled off of Persephone so fast I didn’t even get to say good bye to Tyler. I’m going to miss my boy something fierce, and I don’t have a clue if or when I’ll ever get to see him again. I wish he and Qin could get along, so he could come with me. I miss him. But I’m starting to think that the best thing I can do is tell him to move on without me. How can I expect him to be waiting for me when I’m marked like I am now? Wouldn’t be fair to him at all.
I did get a decoy beacon off ship that would have the Alliance looking for us elsewhere as we left orbit, so hopefully that will buy us a little time. Alexey few us off of Persephone without a hitch and set a course for Newhall where we’re going to pick up a load of dried shrimp for Badger. He’s paying us, and getting us the new registry. Not a bad deal all in all, and we did ask Qin nicely to make him some cookies too.
Ellie was checking on my leg, and she wasn’t too happy with the condition it is in. But hell, it’s been six years without any therapy other than me running from place to place. Ain’t no wonder my left legs shorter than the right now. She might be able to help me though, but we’re not sure since the damage is so old and healed wrong.
The pilot comes racing through the ship because he saw a Reaver cruiser. We shut down, doing everything we could to look harmless. Then we hear over the radio an Alliance cruiser come into the area, where they spotted us. Then all hell broke loose. We got hit in the crossfire, a laser strike cut clear through us. We managed to plug the leak, saving atmo and such, but Qin told us we had to land.
Rob called in a friend, and got us a contact on Santo to hide out with for a bit. Woman’s name is Nadia Borosky, and she used to run guns. She told us to land in a bog. Not something I want to do on a regular basis, but it turned out the bog is a fake to hide an elevator that took us under the surface. And by us, I mean the entire gorram ship.
Nadia’s got a nice set up underground. She was obvious damn good at her job. I don’t know if we can trust her, but then I don’t know if we can trust any body. Might be time for me to think up a new name for myself too, and not just Tempest.
Sadly, we didn’t get to stay at home on Persephone for very long. The Alliance took nearly a week to figure out how to match my face and name from the security tapes from Regina. If I’d been in my right mind, I’d have tried to get a copy of the recordings, and protect the crew and me. But I was just too shocked by what I did to think about anything other than running. I blew it big time. I should have made sure they couldn’t recognize me, and not worry about getting a new face.