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Salter6 entered... Profile information: Name: Grace Salter Origin: God blessed Liberty Birthplace and date: Planet Erie, Date of Birth - 795 A.S Previous occupation: Freelancer Welcome to the Xeno neural-net, hunter.
Diary of Grace Salter || Page 1
The past
I was born in 795 A,S on the Erie planet in the family of Interspace captain and the owner of little mining company. Family affairs in those distant times were just great. We had a lot of money and we could afford a worthy existence. I got a good education at school and was preparing to adopt my parents' business. However,
in 810 A,S my mother dissapeared without any trace. It was a real grief for our small family, but we continued to go forward.
In 813 I left my home and went to the univeristy, on Pittsburg planet. I spent there around five years and when I returned to my home I found only abandoned ruins. I found out later, that my father went bankrupt due to high acitvity of foreign trading and mining companies. He couldn't accept his failure and committed suicide. I was devastated. I was broken. When I left the ruins of my home, an unknown woman in a raincoat came to me. We didn't talk a lot, but she said, that we need to meet in unlawful bar to discuss some things...
For a long time I could not get used to this place. Dirty room, smelling of alcohol and tobacco. We sat down at the furthest table. Then the woman threw back her hood. I was just shocked. It was my own mother. She said, that she was the part of Xenos for the long time and now she came to me to take me with her to avenge my father. To make Liberty great again. I agreed without hesitation. And now I'm here, ready to join you and to take revenge.
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The other side of the coin.
27.08.824 A.S
Every day a new meeting. Today I decided to take a short walk to my beloved planet Manhattan. The police officers tried to blow me up here and there, but they were too self-assured. I think they want to show themselves on the good side before their bosses ... So it turned out that in my hold there were about 23 rescue pods. Of course, I could bring them to the Ouray, but I changed my mind, when I noticed the large Navy vessel around. I know, our fellas don't like this police boys, so I decided to transfer them to this ship. However, the captain decided to estabilish connection with other soldier -
Nazawo Ayato. It seems, that we weren't going to kill each-other... So I transfered all pods to the Nazawo's cargohold. However, thi place was full of different people, who were going to blow me up.
We couldn't speak in this place, so I offered to visit "Ginato's Bucket" bar on the Manhattan planet. We talked a bit after it and noticed freelancer Anton Naiose Tordai, who was carying illegal goods,
like black market munitions. And you know what? Nazawo just asked him to dropped his cargo without any fines. Well, we all aren't saint, anyway. I picked some for my allies in Ouray and, if to be more correct, 23 units of Black Martket Munitions. Good for us. So, now I need to go to Manhattan. Wish myself a good luck.
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Doubts.
11.09.824 A.S
What are we fighting for? For the greatness of Liberty? For the restoration of justice? Or maybe we're fighting just because we can? A recent meeting with these foreigners made me think about different things. Rethink my life. It's hard to be a thinking xenos, when all your brothers and sisters are only interested in killing those who differ in skin color or the cut of the eyes. It seems to me that this work is not for me. However, not now. I can not allow doubts to confuse me at the moment when something really depends on me. I will fight. Fight to the last drop of blood. For justice. For Liberty.
