A Smuggler's Bounty

[FeralCr]

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How do you work this thing? Damnit, there's a video option on this ting, isn't there?


.. Sh-- *crash* Fine, fine, audio only.. God.

Er, this is Vincent Tromble of Pirate Transport 57764 personal log entry one.

*mutter* I guess I should date it too... *mutter*

August 02, 817 AS 10:57 (N)ew (B)erlin (T)ime

Flying through Omega 41 with a hold filled with fancy-pants food for the rich bastards on the Luxury Liner Hawaii... Their appetite for this crap is insatiable. Well, they're not the only ones. Those Corsairs at Yaren can't seem to get enough of that 'marijuana' crap either. Though I guess I can't blame them.. They live on a tiny space station in the middle of Nomad space...

Heh, those Nomads keep this trade run profitable... Without them any two-bit trader can bring this crap out there. That and this radiation. You'd think a -dead- star would be a bit more hospitable a host than one that burns at millions of degrees. Coming up on the Omicron Theta jump hole. Going through these things always makes me nauseous. Though I find them to be much the same as going through jump gates. Like my body's being elongated and stretched to infinity for a few seconds.

Oh well, no pain no gain, right?


*scoff* I can't believe I'm talking to this thing *sigh* Omicron Theta.. Too green for my tastes.. I can see Freeport 9 from here.. Those Bounty Hunters love giving me a hard time about my cargo hold.. Though I never stop in there unless it's empty. The other day a group of bounty hunters were harassing me about my hold... I stopped, let them scan... This was a wing of hunters I'd never seen before.. Three of them, they got awfully close to my bridge. I stepped right up to the window to give them a good look. Hammerheads, unsurprisingly, weapons trained on -me-. *he laughs nervously* I knew they wouldn't pierce my shields before I got back to the controls and threw it into cruise but.. Staring down the barrel of a weapon that size is something I don't think I'll ever get used to...

That or the thought of being sucks out of my bridge into the vacuum that lay not inches beyond that glass.

Regardless, I think they got that close to get a good look at me in stead of just my ship. I smiled and waved to them just to be a dick. The wing leader ignored me. A man of roughly thirty-five, black hair with some white streaks through it.. His hair didn't really match his face but.. Whatever... He was too busy snooping around in my empty cargo hold.. As if he had the right.. The wingman on his right was broadcasting the name 'Carlos Penetino' I wonder what -his- past was like *he says sarcastically and pauses* Come to think of it.. Why was he the only one broadcasting a name? Whatever...

Either way, his third wingman wasn't a man at all.. A gorgeous woman..

Well, I couldn't see her body but her face.. Like an angel.. Soft features, bright green eyes, beautiful long raven black hair.. Best looking woman I've seen in a long time. *he laughs once* I.. *he laughs again* I released the tint on my windows so I could get a batter look at her. She noticed, she laughed, and I stood mesmerized by her beauty like a dumbass on the bridge of my empty transport.

I was so entranced by her that I jumped in surprise when the wing leader came over the comms telling me I was clear. That jackass... Regardless, I could have sworn I saw her wink at me before they pulled away to harass another trader...

Guh.. I need to give up this life of trading in the border world and find myself a woman like her to settle down with...

Well, I'm coming up on the fat cat luxury ship now...

This is Vincent Tromble signing off... God that sounded gay...

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Just had a thought... How sad is it that I've been without significant human contact on the runs for so long that I need to keep a journal....

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Quis custodiet ipsos custodes.


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