Audio/Visual Log of Ozei Ruousha

[Sand-Viper]

I hate business meetings!

So today I was out exploring Rheinland when I bumped into one of Black Gate's heavy transports in Frankfurt. I had received a distress signal on my military band radio transceiver and, after seeing that it was from an aforementioned Bretonian firm's vessel, I saw fit to investigate. Upon arriving at the scene, I found the Garrison sitting by its lonesome between planets Holstein and Heidelberg. As it turns out, a Rheinland Military patrol beat me to the punch, and were already chasing off an unknown pirate vessel that had been threatening Black Gate's Garrison.

The most discerning part of the entire escapade however, was not the fact that it was just a pirate vessel. Apparently it was the Rip Van Rorry, self-proclaimed "King of Pirates, the Sigmas, and whatever-else-you-can-imagine." I have had a few run ins with said Rorry in the past, most of which have been... Less than pleasant. I digress however. The fact that it was Rorry is not the worst part.

Reportedly, the captain of the Garrison stated that the pirate vessel in question was a Scorpion class gunboat. Hai, you heard me. A Wild vessel, out in open space, and being flown by that... Rorry fellow, of all things! What in the heck is going on these days? Has that man been captured and interred into the ranks of those foul, disgusting nomadic human monstrosities?

Later that day, both myself and Alexander Soroy were called to meet with a representative of Black Gate Services. Ugh, did I mention how I loathe meeting with businessmen? That elderly sad sap was really grinding my gears. Just when I thought we were going to find out more about that Scorpion, he completely ignores our inquiries and just lays a simple retrieval mission out for us!

On the plus side, the deal was easy to fulfill, and it netted me ten million credits. That is enough to sustain my Blossom for the next six months, at least! I did not even have to shoot anything! That reminds me: I have decided that for now, it is unnecessary to remain hidden in the shadows. I am keeping my Blossom. I simply cannot let it go. It has far too great of a sentimental value to me.

Anyway. After retrieving the documents that those danged Black Gate desk jockies wanted, I met up again with the Garrison and escorted its crew to their designated drop-off point for the data.



I met with a rather peculiar man in Coronado, who was the one in charge of receiving the documents I had just retrieved from Gallia. He spoke it a slight lisp, and seemed very intrigued by what I had brought him. Needless to say, he was an enjoyable individual to speak with - much different than the regular Black Gate employee.

He certainly had an... Interesting space craft.

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