Aah, there we go...right...how to begin...well, m'name's Gregory, or Greg as some like to call me, and I just recently got mesel' this nice li'l voice recording thingy, so I thought, why not? I'll do some voice recording, keep a log of me travels, type thing.
So...where to start, where to start...well, I came quite a way since Liberty, I guess, and that...ahem...incident...but we don't talk about that, now, do we? Currently parked up on LD-14 as we speak, and, I must say, the view could be better...so many darn asteroids floating around. But, the beer's good, so thats a bonus.
So, after that incident (which shall not be mentioned), I managed to get my hands on one of those CTE 750AE jobs. Nippy li'l things, too, and quite appropriate for getting the hell away from those angry types back home.
Well, got mesel' some odd jobs around Liberty, makin' mesel' some scratch (who dosn't need scratch these days). Interestin' story there, actually, some damn fool of a policeman sent me out into The Badlands to kill some Rogue boss-guy...but forgot to tell me 'ow to get 'ome, darn fool. An' the rest of those law enforcement types wern't much use, either. Fortunately, I was able to find an old trade lane after much flyin' around, which led t' West Point, of all places. Pretty 'airy stuff, eh?
Also exchanged words with one of those Xeno fellers. Right odd lot, if ya ask me, but 'oo am I t' judge? Fortunately, 'e didn't find me, so I got outa that one alive.
So, eventually, I got bored of 'angin' around in Liberty, nice place an all, but the same scenery gets borin' afte a while, know what I'm, sayin'? And, of course, theres those guys as is after me...don't wanna 'ang around in the same place too much.
So, I 'ooked up wi' this Interspace feller travellin' t' Bretonia. Right nice 'e was, 'elped keep me alive through those borderworlds. Even payed me fer t' "escort" service...hah, some escort I was.
Got me a few jobs in Bretonia, they 'ave this influx of criminals, there. Not as bad as Liberty, mind you, but still not pretty. Fought some o' those Corsair types in their fancy ships...boy can they fly, good thing they can't shoot straight, or I'd be a deadun. Mollys are pretty laughable, tho this new ship I got flys rings 'round their clumsy vessels.
That's right, I gots me a new craft with this cash I'm makin' 'scalled a "Kiith Somtaaw", whatever that might mean, right nippy, it is, tho.
Oo, met one o' them fancy cruise ships in New London, boy do they look posh. Shame those cruises are so expensive, tho...someone mentioned a couple o' million per trip!!
Thinkin' I might 'ave ta 'ave a look inta goin' t' Kusari, they say it's one o' the best tourist locations in Sirius. Only thing I'm worried about is that war 'atween Bretonia and Kusari...there might not be many convoys fer me t' 'ang onto, and there's a lot of pirates in those borderworlds, so I 'ears.
Well, I guess I'm off back t' the bar, get meself some more beers...good stuff, they serve 'ere in Bretonia.
--End Voice Recording--
(//yeah, he might be underlevel and have a civilian ID, but you can still initiate RP with him, if you like, in fact, I'd love it if you would//)
Another day, another credit...or was it summat else? meh, never 'member these things.
Well, t' recent highlight is...I got mesel' this nice new torp! Sweet li'l thing it is, too, chews through fighters like a knife through butter, as a pack of Outcasts found, to their misfortune.
Interestin' combat style they 'ave-not as maneuverable as those 'Sairs, but much more accurate, a closer fight this time, but my new weapon swung it in my favor.
Picked up a few jobs from t' BPA, but there dosn't seem much 'appening in Bretonia, these days, what with that ceasefire they signed, and all. Even the military guys seemed a li'l bored, an' some of 'em seems ta wanna just show off-I 'ad a close call with on o' dere gunboats...fortunately, 'ee only dented me shields.
Might 'avta look further afield fer work, soon...an' I 'eard there was someone snoopin' around after me in Manchester...that can't be a good sign...
Jusht a quick 'un t'day...got mesel' dis job from Plaetform, outa 'Arris...boy, do dey know 'ow ta pay a feller! Four'ee fousand creditsh! An' jusht fer blowin' up shome Gaian bashe! Well, I shure 'opes da Gaiansh ain't too dish...dish...un'appy.
Hmm...I gotsh ta get back ta da bar...dish cash's bunin' an 'ole in me wallet...