Lee's Diary - Pilot of The Narcotic

[Narcotic]

Date: 24 May 819
System: Omicron Alpha
Location: Planet Malta, Meteora Bar
Topic: Backstory - A new beginning

So... I've been free. A so-called 'Freelancer'.
I didn't really had any aims, and never knew, where I'd have gone next. But it was a great feeling. Being independent - well not at all actually. There was still that problem with my passive Cardamine addiction. But each day which has passed by, I felt how the strong pull that threatened to take my back to Malta, died down. It worked well. For four years! But then I received that message... but yes - that's another story.

I can't really tell, where exactly I've been in those four years. It felt like I've passed every planet, jumped through every jumphole, landed on every capital Planet of all houses in Sirius. I meet lawfuls, I had business with criminals, I've done dirty business. And the other day, I've been helping civilians against pirates. I didn't knew who I was. I've forgotten my origin. I wasn't able to stick to anything. I've traveled around disquietingly. But still, it was a great feeling. I never really cared about anybody, just for me. And that was the only way to survive in space. I rarely trusted anyone. Even though, I made good experiences when I did. And the fact, that I'm still alive, sitting here, writing down my lifetime experiences. Those four years have changed my whole life.

I'm a new man. Full of hope. A man with a great joy of discovery. In the last four years, I've learned how to survive in open space. Although I never really traveled that far yet. But I can feel, that I'm ready now. Ready for something new. This letter. It was my fathers last message to me. He gives me fresh energy to go out again, and discover life. He would have wanted it to be so. It was his last wish.

It's time to leave Malta (#83) a second time. And only time knows, when I'll be back home again.

Open space. Freedom. Infinite space.