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Lilu Xi-Mao - Racer, Daredevil, Suicidal Pilot - Leo - 11-05-2023
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| IDENT: Lilu Xi-Mao |
| TO: N/A |
| SUBJECT: Lilu Biography |
| ENCRYPT: Standard |
Xi-Mao was born to a Coalition general shortly after the Nomad wars. The general, hoping for a son, was initially dismayed at his daughter's birth, but grew to love the small girl with all his heart. He taught her Coalition values and tactics and as she grew up in the world of the Coalition, she was always awestruck at the pilots that flew over her home. Dreaming of the day when she would be one of those pilots behind the controls. Her imagination running wild with the possibilities.
In her early teens, she went against her father's wishes and forged his signature on an entry form to pilot's school. After she was rejected outright, her father discovered her insubordination. While he was furious at her on the surface, internally he was proud that she had the wherewithal to go for her dreams no matter the consequences. However, later in life, this rebellious streak would come back to bite her. At 16, she entered pilots' school. She was one of the youngest recruits in the history of the Coalition to join the school. As she completed her courses, it was noted that her above normal reaction times suited her best for the interceptor class of vessel. Her instructors noticed a troubling personality trait in the young Xi-Mao, however...one of insubordination much like her younger self.
During a routine training mission, she went against orders to attack a soft target that could collapse the entire frontal enemy assault. While her attack was successful, she was reprimanded by her superiors and subsequently failed her final pilot's exam. During the out brief when she was given this information, she struck a superior officer in anger and, as a direct result, was drummed out of the Coalition military and dishonorably discharged. Her father was furious at her actions; she had broken his heart. He gave her money for a ship and disowned her shortly thereafter; telling her never to return to Coalition space. She purchased a used light fighter and departed the Omega-52 system.
For a long time, she flew aimlessly. She'd thrown away her entire future over a failure that she herself had perpetuated. She contemplated flying into a singularity or star just to end it all. She tried to end her life by flying into ever increasing dangerous battles but always came out on top. After a year, she ended up on the Battleship Hood in Dublin sometime in 830 by the Sirius calendar.
She had landed her small Arrow fighter to quickly fuel up and depart the system but was mistaken for a racer docking for a pitstop. A small team approached her asking for her to fill in for one of their pilots who had come down with a bad case of food poisoning. At first, she declined venomously, telling them to go to hell. They insisted, however, telling her that her ship was perfect for the races. She checked her account and noted that the money her father had left her was dwindling down every hour of every day. The missions didn't pay out enough for the maintenance on her ship. Sighing with defeat, she told the engineers that approached her that she wanted 75% of the prize money as payment. They agreed to her demands but they had never won a race before...they doubted they would now. She grinned at their doubt, now determined to win.
The race lasted a little over an hour, with Lilu amazing the announcers at her prowess and skill behind the controls. She had thoroughly cooked the competition and taken home the prize money of 1,000,000 Sirius Credits. As promised, she gave 25% to the engineers and settled into the Hood as her new home. However, in 831, the Hood was destroyed by the Corsairs. She had luckily been away in New London getting new parts for the "Troublemaker", the name she had given her ship. Once again, she had lost all her possessions and home. This time, however, at the hands of another. Cursing the Corsairs, she left Bretonia and headed out searching for other race tracks to hone her skills.
She had just found Pennsylvania when the Blackout occurred shutting down travel throughout the sector. That didn't bother her, however, as she'd found another race track near Planet Erie which she practiced on every day. There weren't any other racers in Pennsylvania or even Liberty for that matter. She continued to race around the track daily while enjoying the climate on Erie. The tension that was evident there didn't bother her. After all, she had been raised in the Coalition, that kind of tension was a Thursday for her.
In 832 A.S., she purchased "Troublemaker-II", a high tech Renzu racing yacht from Planet New Tokyo. She kept the ship docked in New Tokyo to race the track near the Hogosha base there. Following that, she ordered another ship and named it "Troublemaker-III" to race at Pennsylvania when the mood struck her. However, she always fell back to her favorite, the original Troublemaker, the Arrow. She favored the ultimate control the ship afforded...it was a fierce competitor to other racers.
However, competitors were in short supply. Very few pilots raced, instead focusing on combat. While racing did have combat-oriented components, many chose to focus on fighting one another either in space, or combat simulations. Lilu was no stranger to combat, having trained to be a potent fighter in the Coalition navy, however she was puzzled as to why people focused so much on combat in Sirius instead of a good time flying a super-fast ship.
It was here, that she had an idea. The creation of a non-profit racing federation who took donations from various sponsors around the sectors and used those donations as prize money. She, however, was a disgraced Coalition military cadet. No Sirian corporation in their right mind would give her any amount of credits for any reason. Their security teams would just assume shoot her than listen to her proposals. She needed a front-man, someone to operate the federation as a figurehead rather than someone in charge of the federation itself.
The search has been tough. Still, to this very day, Xi-Mao has had difficulty convincing anyone to listen to her ideas for, what she calls, the SRF (Sirus Racing Federation). Most dismiss her ideas outright, citing the lack of pilots who choose to race. She hasn't given up, and can often be found practicing her skills at one of the many racing tracks around Sirius or flying her ship through ever increasing dangerous systems--attempting to break her previous records for travel times through them without losing attitude control. She may very well be the last breed of daredevil pilot seeking that ever greater high of cutting it so close to death that he's visible in the rear view mirror.
In her early teens, she went against her father's wishes and forged his signature on an entry form to pilot's school. After she was rejected outright, her father discovered her insubordination. While he was furious at her on the surface, internally he was proud that she had the wherewithal to go for her dreams no matter the consequences. However, later in life, this rebellious streak would come back to bite her. At 16, she entered pilots' school. She was one of the youngest recruits in the history of the Coalition to join the school. As she completed her courses, it was noted that her above normal reaction times suited her best for the interceptor class of vessel. Her instructors noticed a troubling personality trait in the young Xi-Mao, however...one of insubordination much like her younger self.
During a routine training mission, she went against orders to attack a soft target that could collapse the entire frontal enemy assault. While her attack was successful, she was reprimanded by her superiors and subsequently failed her final pilot's exam. During the out brief when she was given this information, she struck a superior officer in anger and, as a direct result, was drummed out of the Coalition military and dishonorably discharged. Her father was furious at her actions; she had broken his heart. He gave her money for a ship and disowned her shortly thereafter; telling her never to return to Coalition space. She purchased a used light fighter and departed the Omega-52 system.
For a long time, she flew aimlessly. She'd thrown away her entire future over a failure that she herself had perpetuated. She contemplated flying into a singularity or star just to end it all. She tried to end her life by flying into ever increasing dangerous battles but always came out on top. After a year, she ended up on the Battleship Hood in Dublin sometime in 830 by the Sirius calendar.
She had landed her small Arrow fighter to quickly fuel up and depart the system but was mistaken for a racer docking for a pitstop. A small team approached her asking for her to fill in for one of their pilots who had come down with a bad case of food poisoning. At first, she declined venomously, telling them to go to hell. They insisted, however, telling her that her ship was perfect for the races. She checked her account and noted that the money her father had left her was dwindling down every hour of every day. The missions didn't pay out enough for the maintenance on her ship. Sighing with defeat, she told the engineers that approached her that she wanted 75% of the prize money as payment. They agreed to her demands but they had never won a race before...they doubted they would now. She grinned at their doubt, now determined to win.
The race lasted a little over an hour, with Lilu amazing the announcers at her prowess and skill behind the controls. She had thoroughly cooked the competition and taken home the prize money of 1,000,000 Sirius Credits. As promised, she gave 25% to the engineers and settled into the Hood as her new home. However, in 831, the Hood was destroyed by the Corsairs. She had luckily been away in New London getting new parts for the "Troublemaker", the name she had given her ship. Once again, she had lost all her possessions and home. This time, however, at the hands of another. Cursing the Corsairs, she left Bretonia and headed out searching for other race tracks to hone her skills.
She had just found Pennsylvania when the Blackout occurred shutting down travel throughout the sector. That didn't bother her, however, as she'd found another race track near Planet Erie which she practiced on every day. There weren't any other racers in Pennsylvania or even Liberty for that matter. She continued to race around the track daily while enjoying the climate on Erie. The tension that was evident there didn't bother her. After all, she had been raised in the Coalition, that kind of tension was a Thursday for her.
In 832 A.S., she purchased "Troublemaker-II", a high tech Renzu racing yacht from Planet New Tokyo. She kept the ship docked in New Tokyo to race the track near the Hogosha base there. Following that, she ordered another ship and named it "Troublemaker-III" to race at Pennsylvania when the mood struck her. However, she always fell back to her favorite, the original Troublemaker, the Arrow. She favored the ultimate control the ship afforded...it was a fierce competitor to other racers.
However, competitors were in short supply. Very few pilots raced, instead focusing on combat. While racing did have combat-oriented components, many chose to focus on fighting one another either in space, or combat simulations. Lilu was no stranger to combat, having trained to be a potent fighter in the Coalition navy, however she was puzzled as to why people focused so much on combat in Sirius instead of a good time flying a super-fast ship.
It was here, that she had an idea. The creation of a non-profit racing federation who took donations from various sponsors around the sectors and used those donations as prize money. She, however, was a disgraced Coalition military cadet. No Sirian corporation in their right mind would give her any amount of credits for any reason. Their security teams would just assume shoot her than listen to her proposals. She needed a front-man, someone to operate the federation as a figurehead rather than someone in charge of the federation itself.
The search has been tough. Still, to this very day, Xi-Mao has had difficulty convincing anyone to listen to her ideas for, what she calls, the SRF (Sirus Racing Federation). Most dismiss her ideas outright, citing the lack of pilots who choose to race. She hasn't given up, and can often be found practicing her skills at one of the many racing tracks around Sirius or flying her ship through ever increasing dangerous systems--attempting to break her previous records for travel times through them without losing attitude control. She may very well be the last breed of daredevil pilot seeking that ever greater high of cutting it so close to death that he's visible in the rear view mirror.
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RE: Lilu Xi-Mao - Racer, Daredevil, Suicidal Pilot - Leo - 11-06-2023
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| IDENT: Lilu Xi-Mao |
| TO: N/A |
| SUBJECT: Copernicus Fly-by Record |
| ENCRYPT: Standard |
[The young woman sits down in front of the console, her hair matted to her forehead and a crazed look in her eyes.]
I almost broke my record for flying through Copernicus. If I hadn't missed the hole in the asteroid for the Sigma-13 Jump hole. Some idiot was talking in system chat, yapping on about how he needed to save me from the system distracted me just enough to over correct and nearly become a streak of oil and blood on the side of the ice. Despite my many attempts to tell him to shut up, he kept talking. Even called me a "lad". Apparently he was deaf (and apparently drunk too). Kinda ironic he was trying to "save" me when he, himself, was plastered drunk.
Fucking Sirians. Makes you wonder how they've survived this long.
Anyway, that screwed up my time so now I've gotta go back again and see if I can't beat my first record. A guy at Newport recommended a song called "Freebird" when I try it next time? Some ancient Sol song or something.
[She shrugs.]
Some easy listening wouldn't hurt while careening through a gas field that would incinerate me with so much as a glance might be nice.
Anyway, I attached logs here of that idiot trying to save me for laughs. Maybe next time he'll know I'm a woman instead of some misguided boy.
[She rolls her eyes before ending the log.]
I almost broke my record for flying through Copernicus. If I hadn't missed the hole in the asteroid for the Sigma-13 Jump hole. Some idiot was talking in system chat, yapping on about how he needed to save me from the system distracted me just enough to over correct and nearly become a streak of oil and blood on the side of the ice. Despite my many attempts to tell him to shut up, he kept talking. Even called me a "lad". Apparently he was deaf (and apparently drunk too). Kinda ironic he was trying to "save" me when he, himself, was plastered drunk.
Fucking Sirians. Makes you wonder how they've survived this long.
Anyway, that screwed up my time so now I've gotta go back again and see if I can't beat my first record. A guy at Newport recommended a song called "Freebird" when I try it next time? Some ancient Sol song or something.
[She shrugs.]
Some easy listening wouldn't hurt while careening through a gas field that would incinerate me with so much as a glance might be nice.
Anyway, I attached logs here of that idiot trying to save me for laughs. Maybe next time he'll know I'm a woman instead of some misguided boy.
[She rolls her eyes before ending the log.]
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RE: Lilu Xi-Mao - Racer, Daredevil, Suicidal Pilot - Leo - 11-06-2023
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| IDENT: Lilu Xi-Mao |
| TO: N/A |
| SUBJECT: Freeeeee biiiiiiird! |
| ENCRYPT: Standard |
[Lilu pops back up on the camera for the second time in a day. Her eyes even more wild than before--almost manic.]
Okay, for real. That guy at Newport undersold that song. Fuckin' A! I think I pushed my engines well beyond their rated maximum listening to that song! I only clipped one explosive gas pocket and it scared the ever living shit out of me but damn it was worth it!
I think it's time to find another challenge. I think I've conquered this particular time trial. On to the next!
[She screams "Freeeee biiiiiiird" before the video cuts out.]
Okay, for real. That guy at Newport undersold that song. Fuckin' A! I think I pushed my engines well beyond their rated maximum listening to that song! I only clipped one explosive gas pocket and it scared the ever living shit out of me but damn it was worth it!
I think it's time to find another challenge. I think I've conquered this particular time trial. On to the next!
[She screams "Freeeee biiiiiiird" before the video cuts out.]
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RE: Lilu Xi-Mao - Racer, Daredevil, Suicidal Pilot - Leo - 11-26-2023
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| IDENT: Lilu Xi-Mao |
| TO: N/A |
| SUBJECT: New Race Opportunities |
| ENCRYPT: Standard |
So it has been a little while since I updated this log. Figured I might as well do so now
Some scientists built race gates out in Cologne. Out of curiosity, I decided to visit them to see what it was all about. Boy was I surprised! Some kind of tech is used in a few of the rings that...well...I think I will keep that to myself so that I can beat the competition if I happen upon someone out there. I have become very proficient at that race track in the days racing it over and over again. Even saw some guy in the Starfliers there the other day testing it out! He was a pretty pathetic racer. I lapped him a couple of times while he figured out how to use his ship!
[She laughs.]
They should stick to Freelancing!
Another place that upgraded their race track is Pennsylvania. Instead of that boring track in the asteroid field near Planet Erie, now there is a big track that goes around one of the gas giants in the system. Lots of debris and rocks in the way to dodge while flying through it! More than once I almost bit it. What a rush!
Lastly, the Kusarian's moved their track into Shikoku. It's a boring track, but I can see some definite competition there if Cruise Disruptors are allowed to be used!
Lots of opportunities for racing! Perhaps I should start a racing federation? Food for thought!
Some scientists built race gates out in Cologne. Out of curiosity, I decided to visit them to see what it was all about. Boy was I surprised! Some kind of tech is used in a few of the rings that...well...I think I will keep that to myself so that I can beat the competition if I happen upon someone out there. I have become very proficient at that race track in the days racing it over and over again. Even saw some guy in the Starfliers there the other day testing it out! He was a pretty pathetic racer. I lapped him a couple of times while he figured out how to use his ship!
[She laughs.]
They should stick to Freelancing!
Another place that upgraded their race track is Pennsylvania. Instead of that boring track in the asteroid field near Planet Erie, now there is a big track that goes around one of the gas giants in the system. Lots of debris and rocks in the way to dodge while flying through it! More than once I almost bit it. What a rush!
Lastly, the Kusarian's moved their track into Shikoku. It's a boring track, but I can see some definite competition there if Cruise Disruptors are allowed to be used!
Lots of opportunities for racing! Perhaps I should start a racing federation? Food for thought!
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RE: Lilu Xi-Mao - Racer, Daredevil, Suicidal Pilot - Leo - 03-19-2024
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| IDENT: Lilu Xi-Mao |
| TO: N/A |
| SUBJECT: Back Up and Running...sort of |
| ENCRYPT: Standard |
I've been unable to update this log due to a corruption in my deck. Now that I've got it back up and running--after almost five months--I can finally update this log again.
I don't really have anything to report other than a lack of racers in these parts. Even a lack of people just wanting to live on the edge and burn through an explosive gas field or mines just to see if they can...most people I've run into since are more interested in politics, being spooky, or just...well...being boring. Who knew that Sirians are the ones with the sticks up their asses.
[She sighs.]
Maybe I'll finally run into someone with the desire to just enjoy racing-for-racing-sake at some point. I'm in Provence now, running the track in the asteroid field. The mines are a nice touch but could really be closer to make me pucker up a bit more, as of where they are now, they're not really a threat to the safety of my ship. Oh well, probably some kind of "SaFeTy ReGuLaTiOn" or something.
[She makes a "Pfft" sound.]
Anyway, guess I'll turn in. I hear Marseille is pretty nice...once you get past the idiots trying to peddle you NOX.
I don't really have anything to report other than a lack of racers in these parts. Even a lack of people just wanting to live on the edge and burn through an explosive gas field or mines just to see if they can...most people I've run into since are more interested in politics, being spooky, or just...well...being boring. Who knew that Sirians are the ones with the sticks up their asses.
[She sighs.]
Maybe I'll finally run into someone with the desire to just enjoy racing-for-racing-sake at some point. I'm in Provence now, running the track in the asteroid field. The mines are a nice touch but could really be closer to make me pucker up a bit more, as of where they are now, they're not really a threat to the safety of my ship. Oh well, probably some kind of "SaFeTy ReGuLaTiOn" or something.
[She makes a "Pfft" sound.]
Anyway, guess I'll turn in. I hear Marseille is pretty nice...once you get past the idiots trying to peddle you NOX.
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RE: Lilu Xi-Mao - Racer, Daredevil, Suicidal Pilot - Leo - 03-21-2024
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| IDENT: Lilu Xi-Mao |
| TO: N/A |
| SUBJECT: Troublemaker-II |
| ENCRYPT: Standard |
After selling the last "Troublemaker-II", I swore I'd never own a secondary ship again and put all my focus on the original Troublemaker. However, it turns out that perfection is a difficult thing to chase when your primary ship is always down for maintenance due to pushing it well beyond it's measured limitations and design parameters.
I was performing a rather--shall we say sketchy--route through the Badlands in New York when I nearly clipped one of the large asteroids at 425 m/s. I had to overclock the engines a full 100 m/s to avoid hitting the rock at high speed, but in doing so blew out every damn relay on the ship and burned out the coils in the engines. I was left adrift for a few hours until I was able to patch them up enough to limp my way to West Point Academy.
The Navy flyboys there aren't great technicians for aftermarket ships like my Troublemaker, so they towed my ship to Manhattan where it's now sitting at a racing shop getting completely overhauled from my insane stunt. I was told it could take weeks, or even months, to get parts in; not including the parts for my aftermarket/modified Coalition engine...parts which are nigh impossible to come by in this region.
[She covers her face with her hands and groans in frustration. She balls them into fists as she continues speaking.]
I had time to kill and decided to go for a stroll around the district I was in on Manhattan. This particular area had many various racing shops in it. As I browsed the ships in the area, I stumbled upon a ship I had never seen before. It was called a "Bulldog" and was clearly a ship designed by Junkers. It had various safety mechanisms stripped off the ship to allow it to generate more power to the engines. It had clearly done the ship in, however, as it's power plant was only at 10% capacity. I made an offer of 10,000SC to the owner and was surprised to find that he happily accepted the payment. Clearly he wanted it gone.
It's now in my care. The weapons systems on the ship are gutted and it's powerplant is only able to provide power to it's strange on-board engines. Even the on-board shield system has been gutted. This is a true canvas to create a racer of my own. Don't get me wrong, my Arrow will always be the favorite, but minus fine tuning the overclocking inputs, it's pretty much a complete ship...well, less so right now, but you get my meaning.
Time to get this thing somewhere and strip it down to it's base components and see what I'm working with.
I was performing a rather--shall we say sketchy--route through the Badlands in New York when I nearly clipped one of the large asteroids at 425 m/s. I had to overclock the engines a full 100 m/s to avoid hitting the rock at high speed, but in doing so blew out every damn relay on the ship and burned out the coils in the engines. I was left adrift for a few hours until I was able to patch them up enough to limp my way to West Point Academy.
The Navy flyboys there aren't great technicians for aftermarket ships like my Troublemaker, so they towed my ship to Manhattan where it's now sitting at a racing shop getting completely overhauled from my insane stunt. I was told it could take weeks, or even months, to get parts in; not including the parts for my aftermarket/modified Coalition engine...parts which are nigh impossible to come by in this region.
[She covers her face with her hands and groans in frustration. She balls them into fists as she continues speaking.]
I had time to kill and decided to go for a stroll around the district I was in on Manhattan. This particular area had many various racing shops in it. As I browsed the ships in the area, I stumbled upon a ship I had never seen before. It was called a "Bulldog" and was clearly a ship designed by Junkers. It had various safety mechanisms stripped off the ship to allow it to generate more power to the engines. It had clearly done the ship in, however, as it's power plant was only at 10% capacity. I made an offer of 10,000SC to the owner and was surprised to find that he happily accepted the payment. Clearly he wanted it gone.
It's now in my care. The weapons systems on the ship are gutted and it's powerplant is only able to provide power to it's strange on-board engines. Even the on-board shield system has been gutted. This is a true canvas to create a racer of my own. Don't get me wrong, my Arrow will always be the favorite, but minus fine tuning the overclocking inputs, it's pretty much a complete ship...well, less so right now, but you get my meaning.
Time to get this thing somewhere and strip it down to it's base components and see what I'm working with.
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RE: Lilu Xi-Mao - Racer, Daredevil, Suicidal Pilot - Leo - 03-22-2024
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| IDENT: Lilu Xi-Mao |
| TO: N/A |
| SUBJECT: Project Troublemaker-II |
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As it turns out, I'm not working with shit. This thing is as much a pile of components as a ship.
My first focus should be getting the engines looked at. I'm around a flat 88% of nominal; even less than that with the theoretical power I could pump from these strange engines. I hate to admit it, and I never would outside of these logs, but I may be a bit out of my depth with this ship. The Troublemaker-I was, and is, an on-going project. Even with the accident in New York, it still isn't finished. I was able to work on that easily enough due to my familiarity with the engines as well as much of the hull. This ship though...I may need some help.
I'm in Inverness now, hoping to get some help from the local Junkers...though I don't know how much help they will be in truth.
- The powerplant barely has enough power to supply the weird engines onboard. Which they themselves are configured in a weird way.
- Speaking of the engines, their output is all over the place. I can hardly get enough of a reading on them to properly tune them. One moment they're at 120% power. The next, 70%. Then back to 105%. It's maddening. What's worse is, I have never seen their like before. I'm beginning to wonder if they're a custom job. That would be a bad thing since custom jobs take more time to understand than standard engines.
- Lack of shielding makes racing this thing...cantankerous. More than once during my testing phases I almost ate shit. Although, while there is that danger, it does allow more power to be provided to the engines. Which, with the powerplant in the state it's in, I suppose that isn't a bad thing.
- No weapons systems at all. Though I'm not worried about that much.
My first focus should be getting the engines looked at. I'm around a flat 88% of nominal; even less than that with the theoretical power I could pump from these strange engines. I hate to admit it, and I never would outside of these logs, but I may be a bit out of my depth with this ship. The Troublemaker-I was, and is, an on-going project. Even with the accident in New York, it still isn't finished. I was able to work on that easily enough due to my familiarity with the engines as well as much of the hull. This ship though...I may need some help.
I'm in Inverness now, hoping to get some help from the local Junkers...though I don't know how much help they will be in truth.
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RE: Lilu Xi-Mao - Racer, Daredevil, Suicidal Pilot - Leo - 03-22-2024
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| IDENT: Lilu Xi-Mao |
| TO: N/A |
| SUBJECT: <No Subject> |
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Well then.
[The young woman clears her throat. Her normal excitable demeanor seems to have been replaced with tepid introspection with a hint of uncertainty]
Last night was quite the experience. I'd heard that Nomads were these vicious, monstrous, beings bent on enslaving mankind--and maybe they still are to an extent--but my experience last night was one of...intrigue. I was attempting to get the Troublemaker-II's engine readouts to stabilize to no avail when I picked up a blip on my sensor array. The sensors being half-fried as well, I wrote it off as a sensor ghost. It wasn't long after that I ran into someone near the Junker station. Cherry Blossom was her name, or her ships name. I decided to head to the Freeport to see if any Zoners could provide any help with the engines and this individual followed me there.
We spoke about a few things, mostly about how insane I was to fly a ship with no shields, malfunctioning engines, no weapons, and a broken sensor array...but I just laughed it off as I usually do. I was in the back messing with the sensor array when the Nomad arrived. I didn't notice they were there until I returned to the cockpit and it was staring at me, nestled within a blind spot of the stations defenses.
At first, I was terrified. Not the fear of death that I'm used to from performing a death defying stunt but true fear. However, I kept my composure; deciding that this alien had never done me and mine wrong and I had only heard stories of their kind. Instead of panicking and running, I stayed and listened to what it had to say. I was surprised to see that it was more curious about me than outright hostile. Cherry Blossom seemed to have become scared in the intervening moments as she had begun stuttering but I paid that no mind. Being in the presence of something so foreign as a Nomad...well that would make anyone a little jittery.
We spoke at length, some ships coming and going--one IMG ship noped the hell out of there at one point. Some Auxo showed up at once point and we discussed racing, fear, and many other subjects. I retired a bit early, my energy spent from the experience as well as from working on the ship all day.
Unfortunately, the bad news started up again this morning when I attempted to launch the Troublemaker-II when that feedback catalyst loop in the engines I had suspected were a thing violently exploded on the landing bay. Luckily, no one died. A few were injured but no one was near the ship when the engine exploded. I was able to escape the cockpit with the aid of the emergency release which luckily worked. It must've been the only damn thing on the ship that actually worked.
[She leans back, a look of defeat on her face. She looks up to the ceiling as if in thought.]
I'm starting to wonder if the Troublemaker-II name is cursed. Seems every ship I name that suffers some kind of violent catastrophe. Perhaps I just skip two all together and find something to name Troublemaker-III? Ugh, I dunno. I have a ride coming soon to bring me back to Manhattan and check up on the Troublemaker-I. Maybe the ship is finally space worthy...or maybe I randomly won the lottery that I never entered...I'd say I have about as much luck of that happening as my ship being space worthy again.
I'll write more when I have an update.
[She reaches forward and ends the visual log.]
[The young woman clears her throat. Her normal excitable demeanor seems to have been replaced with tepid introspection with a hint of uncertainty]
Last night was quite the experience. I'd heard that Nomads were these vicious, monstrous, beings bent on enslaving mankind--and maybe they still are to an extent--but my experience last night was one of...intrigue. I was attempting to get the Troublemaker-II's engine readouts to stabilize to no avail when I picked up a blip on my sensor array. The sensors being half-fried as well, I wrote it off as a sensor ghost. It wasn't long after that I ran into someone near the Junker station. Cherry Blossom was her name, or her ships name. I decided to head to the Freeport to see if any Zoners could provide any help with the engines and this individual followed me there.
We spoke about a few things, mostly about how insane I was to fly a ship with no shields, malfunctioning engines, no weapons, and a broken sensor array...but I just laughed it off as I usually do. I was in the back messing with the sensor array when the Nomad arrived. I didn't notice they were there until I returned to the cockpit and it was staring at me, nestled within a blind spot of the stations defenses.
At first, I was terrified. Not the fear of death that I'm used to from performing a death defying stunt but true fear. However, I kept my composure; deciding that this alien had never done me and mine wrong and I had only heard stories of their kind. Instead of panicking and running, I stayed and listened to what it had to say. I was surprised to see that it was more curious about me than outright hostile. Cherry Blossom seemed to have become scared in the intervening moments as she had begun stuttering but I paid that no mind. Being in the presence of something so foreign as a Nomad...well that would make anyone a little jittery.
We spoke at length, some ships coming and going--one IMG ship noped the hell out of there at one point. Some Auxo showed up at once point and we discussed racing, fear, and many other subjects. I retired a bit early, my energy spent from the experience as well as from working on the ship all day.
Unfortunately, the bad news started up again this morning when I attempted to launch the Troublemaker-II when that feedback catalyst loop in the engines I had suspected were a thing violently exploded on the landing bay. Luckily, no one died. A few were injured but no one was near the ship when the engine exploded. I was able to escape the cockpit with the aid of the emergency release which luckily worked. It must've been the only damn thing on the ship that actually worked.
[She leans back, a look of defeat on her face. She looks up to the ceiling as if in thought.]
I'm starting to wonder if the Troublemaker-II name is cursed. Seems every ship I name that suffers some kind of violent catastrophe. Perhaps I just skip two all together and find something to name Troublemaker-III? Ugh, I dunno. I have a ride coming soon to bring me back to Manhattan and check up on the Troublemaker-I. Maybe the ship is finally space worthy...or maybe I randomly won the lottery that I never entered...I'd say I have about as much luck of that happening as my ship being space worthy again.
I'll write more when I have an update.
[She reaches forward and ends the visual log.]
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RE: Lilu Xi-Mao - Racer, Daredevil, Suicidal Pilot - Leo - 04-10-2024
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Whelp, the Whiplash is one step closer to being a finished ship! I managed to get a hold of Lazurith, the guy from before who was talking to me about the Troublemaker-II's engine problems...before it exploded...anyway, what I showed him intrigued him and he wanted to take a look at it on the Junker station in Inverness. The same place my last ship exploded. You can imagine that the Junkers were overjoyed to see my skinny short ass back in their landing bay with another project.
Lazurith, sorry Laz, and I worked on the ship, sourcing various bits of information that he had on the engine until we were able to come up with a solution for the installation of the engine into the Whiplash. The engine is...well...it's incredible. The engine doesn't run on H-fuel, it runs on Solar-freaking-Radiation. Meaning that as long as I keep the filters clean and stay within sunlight for certain races, I never need to stop for refueling. This is a game changer and I'm pretty sure I'm the only one running this tech.
There are still a few things that need tweaked. The shield and energy generation on the other system is sluggish but I think that will just require some bumps here and there to other systems to get up and running.
[She does a little dance in front of the camera.]
Anyway, after we got it working, some spook from Rheinland showed up. Turns out they injured Laz not that long ago damaging his cybernetic legs leaving him a partial cripple now. Bastards, all of the intelligence agencies are the same, playing with others lives like we're nothing more than numbers to them. Makes me happy that I was thrown out of the Coalition as a young woman. I don't think I'd have the stomach for that kind of work now that I've been free from the mechanizations of a government.
Anyway, I've attached our conversation below. The Whiplash was recording the entire time (I hadn't realized). Hopefully Laz won't mind me attaching our discussions and theories on the engine. I'll heavily encrypt this log just to make sure it stays protected.
Anyway, going to sleep, I've had a very long day...
[She reaches forward and ends the log.]
Lazurith, sorry Laz, and I worked on the ship, sourcing various bits of information that he had on the engine until we were able to come up with a solution for the installation of the engine into the Whiplash. The engine is...well...it's incredible. The engine doesn't run on H-fuel, it runs on Solar-freaking-Radiation. Meaning that as long as I keep the filters clean and stay within sunlight for certain races, I never need to stop for refueling. This is a game changer and I'm pretty sure I'm the only one running this tech.
There are still a few things that need tweaked. The shield and energy generation on the other system is sluggish but I think that will just require some bumps here and there to other systems to get up and running.
[She does a little dance in front of the camera.]
Anyway, after we got it working, some spook from Rheinland showed up. Turns out they injured Laz not that long ago damaging his cybernetic legs leaving him a partial cripple now. Bastards, all of the intelligence agencies are the same, playing with others lives like we're nothing more than numbers to them. Makes me happy that I was thrown out of the Coalition as a young woman. I don't think I'd have the stomach for that kind of work now that I've been free from the mechanizations of a government.
Anyway, I've attached our conversation below. The Whiplash was recording the entire time (I hadn't realized). Hopefully Laz won't mind me attaching our discussions and theories on the engine. I'll heavily encrypt this log just to make sure it stays protected.
Anyway, going to sleep, I've had a very long day...
[She reaches forward and ends the log.]
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RE: Lilu Xi-Mao - Racer, Daredevil, Suicidal Pilot - Leo - 11-13-2024
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Well it has been a minute huh?! I guess I've been too busy tearing up the racing scene to really have time to make a log.
[She chuckles and scratches the back of her head.]
Well, the reason I'm writing here is I think I have a bit of a problem. See, I decided to fly into Kepler and do some racing here because I've heard it's one of the more dangerous places in Sirius. I didn't die or explode or anything, quite the opposite. I had a lot of close calls but the ship stayed in one piece...relatively so anyway. Turns out the Tiger Shark wasn't exactly designed for prolonged exposure to the radiation levels that Dark Matter is known for the the hull has started to kind of...leak. Not really a problem considering when I fly I'm in a sealed suit but when hull panels start randomly flying off at speeds exceeding 500 m/s, well that's a recipe for disaster.
I'm out of Kepler now and flying through Tau-29. I'm hoping the ship can be saved, else I might have to have the engine and other systems removed and placed into another ship. Hopefully Lazurith is still around somewhere to help do the work. I need to do some research and find a ship that is capable of housing this engine before making any leaps. I also don't want to sacrifice any speed in moving to another ship. Meaning it needs to be about the same size, possibly with more aerodynamics so I can move fast across the surface of planets too.
A tinkerer's job is never done. I'll get back to writing logs more often. God forbid I die in a glorious explosion trying to thread the needle on a race track and my logs don't say where to find my ship and induct it into the hall of fame!
[She reaches forward and ends the visual log.]
[She chuckles and scratches the back of her head.]
Well, the reason I'm writing here is I think I have a bit of a problem. See, I decided to fly into Kepler and do some racing here because I've heard it's one of the more dangerous places in Sirius. I didn't die or explode or anything, quite the opposite. I had a lot of close calls but the ship stayed in one piece...relatively so anyway. Turns out the Tiger Shark wasn't exactly designed for prolonged exposure to the radiation levels that Dark Matter is known for the the hull has started to kind of...leak. Not really a problem considering when I fly I'm in a sealed suit but when hull panels start randomly flying off at speeds exceeding 500 m/s, well that's a recipe for disaster.
I'm out of Kepler now and flying through Tau-29. I'm hoping the ship can be saved, else I might have to have the engine and other systems removed and placed into another ship. Hopefully Lazurith is still around somewhere to help do the work. I need to do some research and find a ship that is capable of housing this engine before making any leaps. I also don't want to sacrifice any speed in moving to another ship. Meaning it needs to be about the same size, possibly with more aerodynamics so I can move fast across the surface of planets too.
A tinkerer's job is never done. I'll get back to writing logs more often. God forbid I die in a glorious explosion trying to thread the needle on a race track and my logs don't say where to find my ship and induct it into the hall of fame!
[She reaches forward and ends the visual log.]
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