He only went by Vorandril nowadays. It was a legal name now and with the proper application of credits the legal system in Liberty conveniently forgot there had ever been a... Well that name didn't matter any more.
The man was an odd sort. Black trenchcoat. Black Fedora. Leather gloves, black slacks, a red dress shirt, and a black tie. He'd purchased the callsign just an hour before and now over any communication band he'd be flying as GW2. The Mantarok.
The Dromedary he owned and was staring at was a sorry thing. A reliable ship for sure, but he had reservations about using his prized name for -this- ship of all things. It was a small sacrifice since he was more pleased over actually having the name himself.
The following is the on-ship log of the pilot Vorandril, an ongoing biography.
Fighting to your last breath is a benchmark, not a goal.
Audio Entry 1: Pennsylvania System in orbit over Planet Erie.
"The contract for this mining operation is doing well enough. It takes a while and just shooting rocks all day is somewhat annoying. The comms are almost always dead other than the ocassional scuffle between Rogues and Navy ships. They all leave me be since the rogues have no interest in the gas and I payed them to leave me be.
I can't help but wonder if it's bad I keep picking fights with the Xenos... They start it, I just tend to finish it I suppose. Wish they'd let me be too since it's a waste of my time and their ship. Bah, now I sound full of myself. Whatever. Time to go blast another asteroid."
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Audio Entry 2: Pennsylvania System docked at Allentown Base.
"Well, that mining contract is still looking pretty promising. Since I'd been hauling a couple million credits worth of food to Allentown and lo and behold... As I'm nearing the jump hole what happens? My cruise engines get disabled and a gunship pulls up alongside. And his little friends.
I'm now broke... I'm tired of getting ripped off..."
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Audio Entry 3: Pennsylvania System docked at Bethlehem.
"I just put forth a message to other Zoner bases... I hate bloody begging...
System, Enter data link to communication file 'Help request'
[Data Link; complete.]
If no one answers, no skin off my back. Just means I get to hit that helium cloud again I suppose... God I hate shooting rocks to make money...
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For the first time in this log, there is a recording of Vorandril visually. The man wearing his typical trench coat, fedora, slacks, and button up shirt. A presentable appearance even if not formal like a uniform. He has a faint smile on his face as he begins the log, "Well, it's been a while... A hefty number of things have happened since I bothered to update dear diary here."
He sighs contently as he rubs his hand along the armrest of the pilot seat he's in. After a second, he taps through a few keys and the camera pans to each side slowly, showing off a full bridge with 4 stations and 4 more observational seats.
"I'm still flying under the same designation now-a-days. Still the Mantarok. But now the name is on a gal who more deserves it. A conference class. A beautiful thing to see flying around. And dangerous too, if you get on the wrong side of her. I got help from someone to buy her, and with any luck I'll get to pay her back soon-ish. What else..."
He took in a sharp breath as the expression of recolection came across him, "There's a new Coalition of Freeports going on in the omicrons and omegas. So we're out by Freeports 9 and 15 making sure nothing and no one cause any issues. I may have persued this ship with the intention of escorting traders, but since then with how friendly the Zoners have always been to me, I opted to command our guns for the defense of the freeports. I havn't had to shoot anyone down yet, thankfully. I imagine it'll change soon and I'm not looking forward to an engagement so close to the freeport due to stray fire."
He shook his head and rubbed his chin thoughtfully before he continued, "Let's see. The crew could be introduced I guess. James Madison is the communication officer. Karissa DelMorte is the Weapons officer. Rachel is the Navigations. And I myself pilot her and command. Oh, and then there's Samantha, who keeps her systems up to date amd makes sure our engines stay running. Umm. That's all I can think of for now. I guess as things develop I'll try and be better about maintaining this log. We'll see."
The video ends with Vorandril's left hand moving towards part of the console, and his right giving an index finger only salute just before it ends.
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