Paradise Lost

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Entry: 0075ABY-1
Ejecta of: Mongoose Class Vessel
OO: Logan Michaels
Life Sign: Weak/Near Death
Local: Star System: UNKNOWN..
EVA: Atmosphere Extreme Radiation/Magnetic Fields

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Entry: 0075ABY-~
OO: (Missing Encryption Key)
Abstract: Acquisition Mission (XXX)

Tyber Zann has asked me to spread our Defilers far and wide in search for acquiring new tech from either the Rebels or from Fleet. I had been waiting for this for weeks. Sitting around idle is not for me. This time, I think Ill see check in on our spies in the Outer-Rim Network and see if theres any buzz


Entry: 0075ABY-~
OO: (Missing Encryption Key)
Abstract: Acquisition Mission (XXX)

I got a CC from Decherd, a lower ranking Outer-Rim Defiler Boss. Apparently, he has been doing well. He has located a Weapons Lab, Codenamed Tango-Sierra, a few miles below the crust of Wayland. But not only that, has corrupted enough of its security patrols to gain unrestricted access to its facilities. He says he has found something there last night, which is sure to spark my interests. I am no fool; those wishing to advance in the Consortium have played this card before. But still, I will fly out and meet him near Wayland, on the other side of the star, to avoid detection. He better not be trying to cross me out there. Just in case Ive informed Urai Fen of my plans to meet with him, to which Urai has pledged to shadow me out there as a precaution.


Entry: 0075ABY-~
OO: (Missing Encryption Key)
Abstract: Acquisition Mission Priority Zulu

Incredible if a word of it is to be trusteda weapon system, designed to be ship-mounted and fired, capable of more destruction than that of a Death Star? It MUST be mine. Decherd could have brought this to Tyber himself if he wanted to, and would have soared through the ranks Whats his game? I have relayed the same to Urai who is as guarded about all this as I am. Nonetheless, in collaboration with Decherd and his spies, we are to move in tonight to take this weapon system for ourselves. I should have it mounted on my ship if time allows.


Entry: 0075ABY-~
OO: (Missing Encryption Key)
Abstract: Acquisition Mission Priority Zulu

Like taking .~

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S: It looks like you may have a place in the higher echelons after all, Decherd. Quite the operation you got going on in the middle of forgotteness

R c1: Thank you, Michaels. I thought you, of all the other Minors, would approve. It is why I only extended the invite to glory with you Friend.

S: I still have a hard time believing this weapon system IS what you claim it to be not only that, but you were able to get it mounted on my ship

R c1: It seems you have doubted my resourcefulness Yes?

S: It is not your resourcefulness that I doubt, Decherd.

R c1: Oh

R c2: Logan.

S: Yes, go ahead Urai

R c1: Urai? Here?... Michaels, I see you brought, assistance

R c2: Shut your cock-holster, Decherd, before I make my blades the last thing you taste Logan, we must not make haste my far sensors are alerting me of an impending Imperial Fleet, with several Star Destroyers.

S: I should have known Decherd, you swamp-gas loving rat!

R c1: Putting it together now, are we? The system you have is the prototype it doesnt even work right. I kept the fully-functioning one for myself, and when the Fleet gets here and sees you with it mounted on your ship, theyll destroy you and, to my extra delight, Urai. Once they do, Ill go before Tyber Zann himself and present the weapon to great fan-fare. HA!

R c2: For this you will pay with your life Decherd! DIE!

S: Urai! Destroyers just jumped in on our 6!

R c2: If I die today, I will have the satisfaction of taking him with me!

R c1: You too are no match for. (Channel Lost)

R c2: I told you, you would die Decherd.

S: Great NOW CAN WE GO?!

R c2: My Hyper-Drive is off line! It was hit by Decherd

S: What! Can you get back up?

R c2: It may take a moment

S: You KNOW we dont have that! Quickly fly towards the stars chronosphere and try to hide The radiation should limit their sensors ability to track you

R c2: What of you?

S: Just get it fixed and well jump-out together Im going to see if this piece of junk-weapon does anything at all

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Entry: 0075ABY-NA01
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: NightMare

I awoke to a crowd of nurses and what appeared to be authorative-figures around my bed. I have no direct memories of how I got here or for that matter, dont know where HERE is Last thing I recall was trying to raise Urai by comm, with no answer, at the same time fighting off over a dozen TIE fighters. And just like Urais Hyper-Drive, mine gets hit in battle as well. With no other recourse, I had decided that this would be it and
I fired everything I had at one of the Star Destroyers that seemed to pickup on Urais trail. Not that my ship was any match for a Destroyer, I just wanted to catch their attention. Then, as I was firing, that weapon system fired off a shot of which Ive never seen before. You could see thru the projectile but, at the same time, follow it as it almost EM in nature When it reached the Star, it turned the Star a Thousand shades it color. It was like death had been bottled up and shaken, exploding his wrath on it.

I had noticed my hyper-drive coming back online when the Star gradually started to condense. I was in awe of this, apparently so was the Fleet that had stopped engaging me to watch as well. It quicken pace, shrinking while continuing to change hue. Im not one who understands much, but knew enough to get out while I could. Kicking my thrusters in high, I sped out of there with no idea if Urai made it or not.

As I passed Wayland, my ship registered a gravitational anomaly all around me. The cold, dark, empty space looked strange, almost tangible. The Star had collapsed and began a new life as a Black Hole. The Fleet had become one of its first victims. I was sured not to become its next. So close to a Black Hole and strange radiation readings, I know it was a risk I had to take jumping. I had the NavCom quickly plot the closest planet and jumped. Thats it all that I can remember.


Entry: 0075ABY-NA02
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: Hang Over

My head is still spinning and aching, but the doctors here say Im gonna make it. They say Ive been out for a couple days. When I asked how I got here, they told me a trader beamed by pod aboard his ship a week ago, and that it was found floating in space between two stars in this system, shortly after a freak electrical/radiation storm. When I followed up about my ship, he says the trader made no mention. I ask again about my health, he relates that if I were out there any longer, I would have surely died. I asked to see the trader and he tells me hell be back, that hes on a trade mission transporting prisoners to and from New Berlin. When I asked where is here, he replied Perth Station of the Edinburgh System.

He closes with the fact that, the authorities here want a word with me as soon as Im able to handle some questions. I dont like the sound of that whats worse is I have no idea what/where this New Berlin is I gotta get out of here quick, before these people alert the Fleet of my presence. But first, I need a ship and that trader and I are gonna square off


Entry: 0075ABY-NA03
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: Bustin Loose

I had been noticing, out my room window, some fairly odd looking ships coming to dock none Ive seen before or recognize. It would be interesting to see what other kinds of tech these people have around here. I find it hard to believe that I find myself yet in another forgotten parsec of space? If true, then perhaps the Republic has no idea Im here?

I also heard mention of the trader that brought me here is in fact here today, so I asked the doc to relay a message to him and that I wanted to personally thank him. Hes expected to visit me soon, after stopping by some commodities broker. Doc also says Im just about ready for those questions from the authorities. When I asked why so, he says that Im ready to go when Im ready to go.

This is good, for it appears the fairly large, boxy-looking ship belongs to this trader of mine I think Ill make my leave now.


Entry: 0075ABY-NA06
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: Dumbfounded

After stowing away on this ship for what seemed like days, and with a make-shift blade, I cornered the pilot coming out of the Head. Oddly, there was no struggle. He told me that I can have his ship and anything I wanted. I admit I was surprised at that. Fearing it was a trick I knocked him out and tied him up. When he came to, I had some questions for him. Long story short, Im in the Sirius Sector heading to Holman Outpost in the Tau-31 system.

None of that still makes any sense. He told me there was no ship when he tractor-ed me in to his ship, just debris and that I am dressed like an unlawful which I will assume is supposed to be an insult?... He showed me some star-charts of this Sirius Sector and a chill went down my spine. I knew they werent fakes. But where was Bespine or even Dantooine?

Even a bigger question still is, how am I to get there? Just as much bothersome, when I mentioned the Rebellion or Darth Vader, he had no clue as to what I was talking about. Even the term force-sensitive threw him for a loop. The old trader had pretty much dismissed what I had been saying, just as much as I did him.


Entry: 0075ABY-NA10
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: Coming to Terms

While in still Tau-31, he we had made a stop at Planet Harris. It appears we are beginning to trust each other, as he had allowed me to sleep in any of the ship quarters that werent already occupied. I happened to wonder into a place of business that sold ships, and I needed one badly enough to steal it.

During my recon, I spoke to a rep there and he showed me on that was of an experiment. The specs look to rival those of my ship, minus the lower class weapons. When I tried to purchase it with Credits, he kept me there until security arrived. Just as they showed up my trader friend showed up and cleared up the mess.

That was the slap in the face I needed. For up till then, I had still hoped that I wasnt far from home


Entry: 0075ABY-NA13
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: New Wings

My Trader friend had allowed me to soak and play out my slight mental depression in peace. I had snapped and he knew it. Most people who claim to be loaners, like myself, have no idea of the true meaning until everything you knew to be true is taken from you. Then you are a true loaner

Im back in the saddle and Trader is now fully extending his hand to me. He made me partner in his affairs and now for each run we do, I get 20% of the profits. Its a piss in the bucket when you consider the Billions Ive dealt with while working for Tyber, but has to do for now

He has planned several trade runs that will eventually take us to the New York System a place, he says, one can start all over if he needs to which is right up my alley At which, Ill part ways with Trader and begin my adventure of finding my way back home

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"The meet between Good and Evil will be his darkest, yet finest, hour;
In his battle he will need to take unto him justice, for his armor, and righteousness as his blade;
All that is unholy will be destroyed, so that Mankind may begin anew;
So that the Evil that once was will again, never be...."