Its funny,

About one and a half year ago, just one bar on a shoulder would be a scary sight. In bmt, your pc was like some big shit.

Yet today in that conference room of captains, majors and lieutenant kernals, I felt at home, with friends. All ready to smile and help each other, for what? Friendship? Country? Money? Favour from superiors? I don't know. What drives a regular at that level is something I would rather not probe into. But among the biggest smile, there was one who was holding a dagger, ready to pounce at me when the time was right.

Dissapointed that he would underestimate me so much. Whatever psychological tricks and games you think you are playing with me is useless. Because even though you took years learning how to do, I've been practicing it out of sick amusement in the past. You may have been able to fool everyone else, but you can't fool me. I haven't lost the ability to detect a feint through an opponent's eyes.

And regardless of what you think your status means, I can move more things around the battalion than you can ever imagine and cut you off in your tracks.

I would hate to have to turn the tables on him. Really. Battling with him on so many levels every time we clashed has taught me so many things, and I am grateful. You can only learn some things when faced with a very strong opponent.

I can forgive you twice, but on the third strike, its game over for you. CSM didn't give me my callsign just because of my sport. A dragon looks scary but is docile and harmless. That is until you piss it off.




Met a client after that in town. It was nice of him to pacify me and be just super nice. Really needed it.

Heh... trouble brewing. And I need sleep bad. Can feel the waves again.

Big day on sunday. I suppose I should treasure my last outfield experience. Probably the last chance for me to wear my jungle hat... which I ironically just got replaced.