... Hello? Aha. Finally. This technology aint worth the credits I paid fer it.
A lots happened in the past few weeks an’ I spose this is my way of getting it all down. I mean I still av’ to contact me brother but last I heard he was out in the rim worlds doing escort work in is Eagle. Mercenery. Ha. Just because him and Da had that argument. Doesn’t really matter now though.
I suppose I better start at the beginning; that is where a personal log is meant to start aint it?
Right.
Well, I was born on Ibiza base, tho me birth certificate says the planet Malta, Apparently I couldn’t wait to get to the med facilities and Ma had me in one of Ibizas docking bays. Said it were a sign I would be trouble from the moment I were born.
Anyhow, me Ma, she was an Outcast escort pilot. She protected the trade convoys and such. How she an me Da met. Da is a Rogue Trader, you know, he keeps a legal ship and a clean record and buys in stuff from legal bases and traders.
Despite what the Navy seem to think we can’t survive on cardamine and wine. Dad had pretty good ties to Cryer and Synthfoods. We kept the bases supplied. Sure it wasn’t the usual pirate stereotype but somebody had to do it.
Anyhow, that be how Ma and Da ended up meeting, her Outcast Convoy helped Da when he was jumped by Xenos on a supply run. Da ended up chasing her round the next base to say thanks since her ship took quite a bit of damage getting him out of trouble.
The rest as they say is history. They had me older brother Caleb (call him Kal) and then they had me. Ma was killed when I was nine, trading convoy managed to call Navy backup and her engines were damaged, she wasn’t able to run.
Well, me an Kal had been living on Malta till then, but Da took us out on his freighter. Looking back that probably wasn’t the best idea, Da an’ Kal always were too alike to coexist together in a small freighter. Kal got out as soon as he could. Last I heard he was working as a Merc out in the rim, but he aint exactly reliable with his comm. calls.
Me, I stayed with me Da, knew all the locations of asteroid fields and hidden bases by the time I was fourteen. Although that aint on the official Liberty schooling syllabus for kids.
Well, cut a short story even shorter, three months ago me Da was caught. LSF finally managed to pin him down. He was picked up as soon as he landed and shipped out to one of the prisons and is ship impounded.
Only pure luck that I wasn’t with him or I’d be in one of there juvenile correctional facilities by now, to be taught how to have a law abiding life.
Anyway, I cleared out Da’s hidden Rogue account; LSF had already locked down his false trading account, and managed to buy me a freighter, I suppose I could have got a fighter or a bomber, several of me Da’s friends told me to do that, but I know how to handle a freighter. I’d probably shoot myself in a bomber, me an’ missiles just don’t get along too well.
I spent a month or so hauling cardi, had to get the credits in somehow. I mean this boat was second hand and bits seem to fall off everytime I move. I’ve just left Cassini where I were using me profits to get her overhauled so that systems, like my thrusters, didn’t keep dying at inopportune moments and am now out and about again.
Not that anybody will see much of a difference in how she handles, except Rogues and a few Outcasts who were Ma’s friends. I’m not suicidal enough to try and cross policed systems unless it’s absolutely necessary, I always travel round the edges. The feeling of Navy ships closing in on you is pretty scary.
Anyway, I think that’s the sob story over, now I just have to work out how to encode this so it gets sent to Kal if I die...
*beep beep... beep*
There. Done. I think.
Captain Kris Jasra of the Star_Blade signing out
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==Start Personal Log Entry 2==
Talk about a bad day. Ended up having to pay a group of Corsairs just to get past, but given that the alternative to paying was me being a big BOOM I suppose it wasn’t that bad.
But to make me feel even worse, I then got lost.
Yup, you read that right.
Lost.
In a gas cloud.
An exploding gas cloud.
I was not amused. Neither was the GMG ship that happened upon me.
Thankfully he was in a good mood, he directed me towards the Jump Hole I had been searching for and even accepted I had no cash for his fine. Truth indeed due to those Corsairs taking the last liquid cash I had.
If I ever meet GMG Mang Takushi again I will not demand credits.
But only the first time of course, I am a pirate. I’m only indebted to him once.
Well, that’s it for today, no profit and no cargo, but I’m still in one piece and nothing has fallen off me ship that I can’t weld back on.
Met up with a very nice Rogue today called Smugglers Cove. He sounded aghast that my weaponry was in such bad shape and gave me some cash and bade me go buy some new ones.
Am now blasting asteroids just for the fun of it, heavy weaponry is FUN
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==Start Personal Log Entry 4==
Caught up with one of me old friends, Will Taggart in his Valkyrie. Decided with two of us we could afford to try catching a few traders slightly nearer to Liberty space than we normally would.
I think that I’m even starting to get the hang of the whole pirating business, illegal goods hauling is certainly more up me street, what I was brought up doing ya know.
Went well until somebody must have tipped of the Navy we were here. Good thing they were in a good mood and merely asked up to disappear, which naturally we did. Only an idiot would have gone up against such firepower.
Made enough cash to buy in some good wine, not cheap swill and some real food rather than the cheap synth stuff and ration bars I always seem to end up with.
Also upgraded me sensors so I can scan for cargo easier, traders won’t know what hit them.
Not impressed with a five minute warning from those meteorological vessels. If it wasn’t for the fact that they do give very good updates on ion storms and such the one nearest me would be scrap metal.
I was haulin cardi through Colarado, where exactly am I meant to find docking space that won’t arrest me or shoot me in the time period of five minutes?
Anyway, had enough time to get out of the asteroid field I had been in and to power down in an open area and hope me and Star weren’t thrown about too much.
As you can guess I still be here, but Star aint in good shape. Reckon I can limp to Rochester and use the Cardi I’ve got in me hold to barter fer repairs.
Knocked one o’ her engines out of its casing, goin ta be a long journey on thrusters, three o’ me guns aint workin and I think she has a few more scars on her hull.
Ah well, at least I still be alive.
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==Start Personal Log Entry 6==
Well, what do ye know? I jus’ seen little old me on the LPI wanted list. Ok, so I’m still pretty low down an’ they aint offerin’ much fer me. But still. I made the wanted list.
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==Start Personal Log Entry 7==
Woah boy. Just went up ‘gainst a real pretty ship.
Well, it would’a been pretty if it hadn’t been tryin ta blow me inta ma constituent atoms.
I be hatin’ Cruise disrupter. I really do.
I be at me best when all the Police can see is me tail lights disappearing inta a nebula.
I need ta learn to fight. Gonna end up dead, ever since I got stuck on the wanted list more an’ more o’ the Police are tryin’ ta shoot me, before they at least left me alone if I wasn’t doin’ anythin’ suspicious. Even I can’t run from an army.
Saw a Fighter fer sale today. Seems it was dragged back in from a fight, it’s previous owner wouldn’t be needin it no more ya see. Managed ta get it cheap, needs a few repairs an upgrades an all, but she should be good ta go soon.
She be a werewolf, called Inevitable.Demise. I just ave ta ‘ope she don’t live up ta her name.
Now all I ave ta do is find somebody who can be teachin’ me to fly a fighter an ta actually kill wi’ it if I ave to. Since I be used ta running no matter what, freighters aint built ta fight.
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==Start Personal Log Entry 9==
Been a rather eventful week ya know. I ‘ad a ...small incident, shall we say. Obviously I still be here, but ya see, I ‘ad a minor disagreement with a Liberty Dreadnought.
Seemed the Captain didn’t ‘preciate me haulin’ cardi through Liberty space.
Managed ta get me freighter back to Alcatraz, must ‘ave left more of it behind than actually arrived.
Anyway, ta make a long story short, she’s scrap.
Transferred what a could to me new werewolf, pure luck I bought it when I did, and sold what was left o’ me freighter.
So now I really need ta be findin’ somebody ta teach me ta fight in a fighter. I’ve already almost crashed it inta Niverton base, controllers weren’t too happy with me.
But it wasn’t ma fault, ‘ow was I ta know that I needed a much lighter touch on the controls.
Any’ow, I’ll keep practicin’ so I can be getting back to the real things in life, pillagin’ an’ lootin’ and such...
