Evil Space Pirate Jeff - Log 05.21.01 - By Jerm

We've been on the run from the Boltonian Sector Patrol for what seems like eons, but the persistent Bungers are hot on our asses. I don't know why it's worrying me, but one of those ships I ain't never seen before. It must be some type of new model straight from the Sodotron Shipyards on Wern.

The fact that there's only one makes me worry, if it wasn't expensive they'd have at least three or four of em. The damn thing is probably brsitling with weaponry. Bill mentioned the idea of Hyper Gating out of here, but our main power source had been malfunctioning.

I just couldn't understand why those Boltonians wanted our ship so bad, I mean, we were only carrying about 12.896.723.120 [standard] kilos of dv-class high powered rifles. We've had bigger loads.

We kept a good distance apart from the pack until some of our other parts started doing some crazy stuff. These lights were all blinking different colors, and some weird ass smoke was comin from Bill's head. Those Boltonians could catch us in no time, and they were makin a move to do just that.

In a matter of 13.198 [standard] minutes the lead ship was right on our tail, extending some rod thing out of it's docking bay to try and hook itself to us.

I yelled for Jim to give the damn thing all it had, but the damn ship kept stalling. I cursed a few times just as I spotted a new group of dots on the radar. Blue ones, with a kind of black hue originating from the center. And the sides of the dots kind of faded right into the background, and... well nevermind that, they were Demen Freedom Fighters.

I looked around for somethin to say to my crew, but the only thing that spit itself into my mind was "Hot damn!"

I hopped into the other piloting seat, nodded to Jim, and let the thing loop around to face the Boltonian Fleet. The nineteen or so Demen Fighters joined us in formation and we let the blasters fly.

Red, short, pulses of energy lanced across the darkness into the mass and took their toll before the Boltonians could even think about reacting to our lock-ons.

Ship after ship exploded in massive fireballs as the ships split apart into hundreds of pieces. After our first wave of attacks, we were down to only three Frigates and that one crazy-ass ship.

We passed overhead, braced for the counter-strike, and felt it good as they shot it right at our asses. Our new-found Demen friends spread out, but they took the brunt of the attacks. Over halfd of the bastards died right there in space, but hell, we weren't done yet.

Jim took the ship around yet again, this time following the Fighters, and unleashed an energy storms so damn big, it could stand against a fleet of Destroyers. The flashes of light came back to our view, and the Frigates all blew.

Bob threw up his hands in victory, but pissed his pants when he saw one lone ship still flying ahead of us. Baffled, I just kind of watched as a small hole opened up, and let fly a tiny little missile of sorts.

I pointed and laughed when it passed right through our group of ships.

"Stupid Boltonian Werndars!" I shouted into the Com. Then I glanced at the radar. All the Demens were gone, and for some weird reason we were movin in the wrong damn direction.

"Sir!" Bill screamed, "There's a spacial anomally directly behind us!"

I asked him what the hell that meant in Basic.

And he responded: "Black hole, sir!"