So, where to start? Perhaps with a summary: the death threat note I received a week ago was not a joke. I've been left for dead in a space grave, and subsequently rescued by the gracious heroes of LUMEN.
Violent extremists can find very diverse causes to call their own. In the case of my tormentors, they were elements from a group that believes that even the lowly AI of a drone is sentient enough that it should be given similar rights as humans. I had angered them by using drones as disposable tools, mere space markers, to measure the distances in the Takmahl labyrinth. I have not bothered to pick up the drones afterwards, the labyrinth being a deadly place.
These hoodlum paired up with other extremists, belonging to a cult that believes all capsuleers are abominations, parodies of human beings, and way too over-privileged. So, capsuleers according to them should be eradicated and outlawed.
I do not know how these two groups met, perhaps there are bars where aggressive extremists meet up. I imagine one of them shouting "they should be abandoned in space too so they know how it feels!" And another answering "Yeah, let's give it to them!" and a third one saying "I know how to do it."
Station security thinks that at least one of them must be a technician involved in the station's "Board-My-Corvette" program. Most stations have such a program: they hand out corvettes for free to any capsuleer. Probably to boost the traffic and income generated by having capsuleers visit the station. But this perk must also have been a thorn in the side of the anti-capsuleer cult. Wealth and resources that could be direly needed elsewhere are just handed out to capsuleers at their whim.
They appropriated and then sabotaged one of the many "Board-My-Corvette" ships accumulating dust in storage.
They must have known, or have been tipped, that I like to take coffee at the Café Marlinea. Luna had the bad luck to be around just at the time my kidnappers appeared. We were mugged, I was stunned by some device and have no idea what happened next. Luna, not prepared for any trouble, got a nasty whack from a steel rod. Thank God she was not severely injured. Security was relatively quick to show up, but still not fast enough to prevent my abduction.
Recalling all this saddens and tires me - perhaps I need a bit more time to recover from the ordeal. I'll continue the log tomorrow.
(to be continued)
