Stefan Mortensen

[Stefz]

-ENTRY LOG 008-

"Some individuals have been contacted, now I finally have fresh papers and am already in my new apartment at Gran Canaria. And at last, the Mindshare has supplied me with a shippment of liquid Cardamine, but I must be careful with it, do not want anyone alerted of my origin, nor I want them to know who I actually am."

"But the most interesting thing had happened while I was traveling to southern part of Sirius. I stumbled upon a Corsair warship, in the middle of Omega 3. It was a surprise, even for myself. But its captain was unusually friendly for a Corsair, taking in consideration my past experience with those."

"This time, I actually tried a friendly approach, and it actually worked. It is no surprise to me how individuals can easily fall for everything you tell them. Now, time to have a look at event from another angle."

Injects a dose of liquid Cardamine and starts looking at the hologram

An ironic smile could be seen on Mortensen's face

"It really is funny how this individual easily fell for it. Oh, I have logs too."

CNS-Byzantion: Narses: DO YOU HAVE PROBLEMS HEARING ME FROM THERE?
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: DO YOU THINK I SHOULD GET CLOSER?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Distance is just fine."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Oh. Alright then.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Oh, and you wondered what is a Corsair warship doing in Omega-3.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I'll answer you: it's sieging Port Talbot.
Stefan.Mortensen: "I see you are making much progress. Keep up the bueno work."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: It seems your ears are okay, but your eyes can sometimes betray you.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: No, I am not making any progress.
Stefan.Mortensen: "It was supposed to be a sarcastic comment."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: But I hoped someone from our fleet would appear, seeing me here, poor and alone.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: But nobody cares about poor Narses Papadopoulos...
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Except women...
Stefan.Mortensen: "That would be enough if you ask me."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: But I wouldn't entrust a warship to a woman.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Not even a knife!
Stefan.Mortensen: "Nobody would."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Except if I somehow manage to grow eyes on my back.
Stefan.Mortensen: "Well, judging from what you people eat, it might be even possible."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I hope it would.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Hey, it's actually good that I have almost no food, when you look at it this way!
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I don't have to cut it a lot!
Stefan.Mortensen: *Laughs*
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: When I do cut, I have trouble cutting my shoes.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Oh, they are made of leather, what should be edible.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: But they are tough.
Stefan.Mortensen: "So you lack food?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I have a lot of shoes here.
Stefan.Mortensen: "Bueno."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: But I would use some bread. Or even meat, if you're so kind.
Stefan.Mortensen: "Let me just go check on Freeport. They might have something."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: And, if you've heard we eat people, that's not true. Not on this ship.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Not officially and not that I know.
Stefan.Mortensen: "I heard about your people, in general."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: We always wear our shoes.
Stefan.Mortensen: "Here I am."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Did you bring the food?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Even managed to take out an engineer at Freeport, might take him for desert"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I've never tried an engineer, but it's not impossible that we run out of shoes.
Stefan.Mortensen: "Them Bretonians..."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Why aren't they shooting at you?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Let's just say I have connections."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Oh, for food?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Did you ever try Cardamine?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: No.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I've heard it decreases fertility, so I don't want to.
Stefan.Mortensen: "It can clean your body from shoes!"
Stefan.Mortensen: "You should try it."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: No. Women still care about me.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I'd have to use blue pills then, but I can't replace them with shoes.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Nor with 75% natural material made Orderian seats
Stefan.Mortensen: "Women will be more satisfied if you used Cardamine."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Are you sure?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Si."
Stefan.Mortensen: "And it greatly improves your body functions too."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Are you sure I wouldn't get addicted after just one little try?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Addicted? Senor, that is not a typical drug junkies use."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Do you have some?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Sadly, I am waiting for a shippment. I can get you some when it arrives."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: And what about that food you are carrying?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Well, I actually got it for you."
Stefan.Mortensen: "Breaks my heart when you say you eat shoes."
Stefan.Mortensen: "Here, take some."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Oh, ef haristo, ef haristo, ef haristo dear friend!
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: May God help you!
Stefan.Mortensen: "You believe in God?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I must, as a Corsair.
Stefan.Mortensen: "There is only one thing everyone must do."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: After all, who is making ion storms?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Mother nature, of course."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: And what about those ships with really, really powerful guns and shields which can cloak eternally?
Stefan.Mortensen: "I have no idea what you are talking about, senor."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: You haven't seen the ships?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Maybe. Some details would be nice."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: A ship uncloaked, told something about some rules, shot an Outcast battleship in a few seconds, and cloaked.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: It was fighter-sized.
Stefan.Mortensen: "Hmmm..."
Stefan.Mortensen: "Now that is interesting."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: That looks like an angel to me. And if there are angels, there must be God!
Stefan.Mortensen: "What if it was devil's angel?" *Raises an eyebrow*
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Then it would kill a Corsair.
Stefan.Mortensen: "Maybe it suffered a sudden change of heart?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Maybe, but... that stuff is too complicated for a poor Corsair like me...
Stefan.Mortensen: "By the way, did you ever consider changing sides?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Why would I do it?
Stefan.Mortensen: "I heard life on Malta is way better than on Crete, for example."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: But the Maltese are the Maltese! I must hate the Maltese!
Stefan.Mortensen: "Why?"
Stefan.Mortensen: "We used to be the same ages ago. Only Hispanians, not Maltesians, not Cretans."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: *scratches his head* I suppose because they've killed so many Corsairs...
Stefan.Mortensen: "By the way. What if I told you that Maltesian just got you some food, rum, and a fine engineer?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I would thank him and then kill him.
Stefan.Mortensen: *Laughs*
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: *starts realising something*
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Uh...
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: *forgets what he was thinking about*
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Uh...
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Never mind...
Stefan.Mortensen: "Confused, senor?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Yes... I've just had some wonderful thought, and then I lost it.
Stefan.Mortensen: "Awww... That is too bad."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Maybe it's connected with these ion storms...
Stefan.Mortensen: "Could be."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Friend, have you spotted a cloaked ship?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Where?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I don't know, I was asking you! *panics a bit*
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: You were shooting at something I didn't see.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Is it gone now?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Paranoid, I see."
Stefan.Mortensen: "Si, it is gone."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Good.
Stefan.Mortensen: "I do not know if it will come back though."
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: Scanners are picking up a strange contact
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: Stefan!
Stefan.Mortensen: "Here is my shippment."
Stefan.Mortensen: "I was expecting you."
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: Buongiorno signor Stefan.
Stefan.Mortensen: "Buenas dias."
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: *Transfer in progress*
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Thanks God it is here, it will now jabber something about some rules and shoot those Outcasts!
Stefan.Mortensen: "Wait."
Stefan.Mortensen: "You asked me for some Cardamine, si?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Oh, yes, I did ask for some cardamine!
Stefan.Mortensen: "Well, now I have it."
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: The Guardian located you Stefan
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: He gave me... those
Stefan.Mortensen: "I know Venkman, I am aware."
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: Corsair?
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: Can we trust this guy signor Stefan?
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: My friend Stefan told me women will like me more if I used cardamine.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Is that true?
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: Si
Stefan.Mortensen: "He is surprisingly friendly for a Corsair, I must admit."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Will I get addicted after only one little try?
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: No...
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: Just take one
Stefan.Mortensen: "Are you ready?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Oh... yes, yes, I am ready...
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Ef haristo!
Stefan.Mortensen: "You might feel a bit strange.
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: Stefan, if i may ask... where were you?"
Stefan.Mortensen: "I was away."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Now I may shoot you, when I have what I have wanted.
Stefan.Mortensen: *Laughs*
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: No, actually, let's see if it's really cardamine.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: *opens the pack*
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: *tries some*
Stefan.Mortensen: "Do not take too much."
Stefan.Mortensen: "We do not want you to get overdosed."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: *feels the euphoria*
Stefan.Mortensen: "How are you feeling, amigo?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: *collapses from his seat, with his eyes up-side-down*
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Y... YES! YES! YES!
Stefan.Mortensen: "Bueno, I see."
Boris.Korsakov[101st]: Haha. It seems like you have a fun time, amigo.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: *still in the overpowering euphoria, he doesn't start shooting at the hostile ships*
CNS-Byzantion: *while the crew continues firing at the Bretonians*
Stefan.Mortensen: "Amigo, are you able to speak?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: YES! YES! Yee... eeees... *expires*
Stefan.Mortensen: "My time now." *Injects a dose of liquid Cardamine*
Stefan.Mortensen: "Finally."
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: Can i have one signor Stefan?
Stefan.Mortensen: "You wish to die Venkman, don't you?"
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: Oh no signor.
Stefan.Mortensen: "Then do not ask for something that would end you."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Yes, it must be the real stuff!
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Now, when I have what I wanted, I will scare you away.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: After I handle these annoying Bre... *gets a little part of the euphoria that is late* Bre... Bretonians!
Stefan.Mortensen: "Why should I be scared of a human?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I'd be scared of a battleship if I was in a fighter.
Stefan.Mortensen: "Well, there are some individuals who have overcome the fear, amigo."
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: Why don't you take one more Cardamine signor?
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: You will feel much better.
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: Right signor Stefan?
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Are you sure it wouldn't get me addicted? I haven't tried it yet with a woman...
Stefan.Mortensen: "Do not get the wrong impression, first run is always kind of euphoric."
Stefan.Mortensen: "Women are going to be pleased."
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: Just look at Boris, he is relaxed 'cause of the Cardamine.
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: *laughs*
Boris.Korsakov[101st]: "What where ?"
Stefan.Mortensen: "That is a high quality Cardamine, directly from Malta."
Stefan.Mortensen: "Do you really think an individual like me would deal with cheap mixed copies?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Hah! I know what you're doing!
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: You are trying to delay me, so your reinforcements arrive!
Stefan.Mortensen: "Why would I need reinforcements?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Give me all your cardamine, or I will shoot you NOW!
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: What do you say about THAT?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Take it easy, amigo."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: You didn't expect a Corsair to be so smart, did you?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Wait. You think I am trying to fool you here?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Then give me all your cardamine!
Stefan.Mortensen: "We need it too."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Outcats won't fool me again!
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: *realises what he's just said and his face reddens* I mean, you won't fool me! I said "again" just because...
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Because...
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Just like that, accidentally, by the way.
Stefan.Mortensen: "No hard feelings, amigo."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I know you need cardamine, but I am in a better position currently!
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I have thirteen battleship turrets here, while you have... you have... many useless, little fighter guns!
Stefan.Mortensen: "We are completely equal, amigo. You cannot hit us, we cannot damage your ship."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I can try.
Stefan.Mortensen: "Believe me, it would be waste of resources."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I hit you!
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: And again!
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I scared you away!
CNS-Byzantion: *gets proud*
Stefan.Mortensen: *Claps*
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: *gets delighted by someone clapping*
Stefan.Mortensen: "Are you going to take those Cardamine canisters floating near your ship or what?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: What? Cardamine canisters floating near my ship?
Apollo.Venkman[101st]: Si.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Wow!
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: So this is what paradise looks like!
Boris.Korsakov[101st]: Yeah, I dropped them for you before you started shootin...
Stefan.Mortensen: "Maybe, if you checked your scanner, you would have noticed."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I thought you were fooling me...
Stefan.Mortensen: "No, amigo."
Stefan.Mortensen: "Now, I have a proposal for you."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: You are still Outcasts, though! And I got what I wanted!
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: So away with you!
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Oh, a proposial?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Si."
Stefan.Mortensen: "Do you really want to know what heaven looks like?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I do.
Stefan.Mortensen: "Alright, let me give you something to start with."
Stefan.Mortensen: "Malta."
Stefan.Mortensen: "That is where a heaven you seek is located."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I will never defect to your side!
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I might like to, just a little, little bit, but...
Stefan.Mortensen: "You can trust me."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: My crew would kill me! And then eat me! And then... *gets really scared and puts his cardi into a safe*
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Take my cardamine!
Stefan.Mortensen: "I gave you real, high quality Cardamine."
Stefan.Mortensen: "You cannot say 'no' to it anymore, amigo."
Stefan.Mortensen: "What has been done is done."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Do you have a better proposial?
Stefan.Mortensen: "This is the best one."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Maybe I can stay alive and not-eaten, and still have cardamine?
Stefan.Mortensen: "And how would you get your hands on it when we are gone?"
Stefan.Mortensen: "On Malta, Cardamine is practically in the air."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: But I killed so many Outcats...
Stefan.Mortensen: "There is always a chance to walk through the path of Enlightement."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I will not betray my people just because of he... *his voice loses its determination* aven...
Stefan.Mortensen: "Believe me, amigo, they would do the same."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: How can I know you won't kill me?
Stefan.Mortensen: "If I wanted to kill you, I would have given you something much stronger than the regular Cardamine Maltesians use."
Stefan.Mortensen: "In short words, if I wanted you dead, you would be dead by now."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Does every Outcast carry cardamine with him?
Stefan.Mortensen: "We cannot make it without it."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Do you carry it often?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Always."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: That means if I manage to destroy an Outcast ship, I will get cardamine.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: And, because you breathe it, if I eat you, I will get some more!
Stefan.Mortensen: *Laughs*
Stefan.Mortensen: "I like your creativity, amigo, but it does not work like that."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: How do you know it doesn't?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Because I am Maltesian. We know how our stuff works."
Stefan.Mortensen: "So, what do you think about my little proposal, amigo?"
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: *looks at the Outcasts with tightly closed eyes, mildly frowning*
Stefan.Mortensen: "Think about your future."
Stefan.Mortensen: "You are not going to make one day without Orange."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: How do you mean?
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: But you told me I wouldn't get addicted!
Stefan.Mortensen: *Shrugs*
Stefan.Mortensen: "It is not an addiction."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: It looks like addiction to me.
Stefan.Mortensen: "Depends on how you look at it."
Stefan.Mortensen: "It is a lifestyle you choose, and if you choose it, there is no walking away."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Now I must become an Outcast!
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I have brothers working in Gamma defense...
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I will consider it. I must tell my brothers first.
Stefan.Mortensen: "Male idea, amigo."
Stefan.Mortensen: "Do not tell anyone about our little conversation."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: If I go, they go with me. I don't want to kill them by accident, if they defend Gamma.
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: But what if I face my brothers?
Stefan.Mortensen: "It completely depends on you if you are going to face them or not."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: I will see...
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Can you...
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: *gathers some courage*
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: Can you escort me to Freeport 1?
Stefan.Mortensen: "Si."
CNS-Byzantion: Narses: let's go then!

"He is probably going to try and get some fresh papers and head to Malta. There is another option, of course, but it includes death."

"Another bueno thing, I have been contacted by the only individual I trust, Jared Nomak. Apparently, something terrible happened to him and his group, as he sounded very paranoid, I have to meet with him and see what happened. He also mentioned something about me being in danger, generally, he was talking disconnectedly. I have to find out what is going on."