Komachi's Slice of Paradise || Ship Database

[Omi]

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::] ENTRY 05
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Thought I was gone? Nah, I'm a while away from becoming a statistic and a black-box recording yet. I hope.

Instead, meet the newest member of the Kurosawa Fleet-In-Miniature - drumroll, please:

This is the Niboshi, or 'sardine' for everyone else. A bootleg little freighter that can barely lever itself out of orbit, but comes with a very super handy secret. Namely, whoever last flew this thing 'legit' either forgot or, well, wasn't able to wipe the transponder codes before selling it on in a legal manner. Uh-huh. Ta-da - suddenly yours truly has a ship that shows up white on radar instead of cherry-red and ready for blasting.

I know, I know. 'Nothing new', right? Yeah, I've owned a couple of these in the past, and each time they got their codes reset within weeks. Record has a habit of catching up with you, right?

Not this time, baby. I don't pretend to understand all the details, but someone's gone HAM on this thing with some kind of technowizardry. The transponder is locked into read-only mode - meaning that nobody's going to be changing that thing for at least a few milleniums - which means I have something that can go places other than Bretonia legally for the forseeable future. Amazing, right?

Well, sort of. As you can imagine - or so I hear, anyway - it's not easy to do this kind of thing, hence why I'm stuck with a ship that's about as space-worthy as those heaps of metal in the Texas scrap fields. Still, it's nice to know there's a certain security about it. At least partially.

There was just one problem. My amazing new purchase was half a sector away from the Sigmas - parked on Trafalgar, to be precise. You know, the one in New London.

That meant it was time for a trip, which meant taking the Nishigikoi down to pick up my newfound cargo. It's amazing what you can fit inside a gigantic triangular space, right?

A trip that was fairly uneventful, to be honest. I'm not sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. Good in one way, but hey - excitement is the spice of life, right? Or something.

There was the teeniest-tiniest bit of trouble in Leeds, but someone was watching over me, because I got the most clueless bunch of Gauls imaginable. A few words about my choice of ship and I found myself speeding towards New London once again, this time without cruise disruptors trying to embed themselves in the important bits of my engines.

Code:

[17.02.2015 22:12:33] RNS-Noblesse.Oblige: Aline: Hold it, Crysanthemum.
[17.02.2015 22:12:41] Nishigikoi: [floors it, silently]
[17.02.2015 22:13:09] Nishigikoi: [awkward coughing]
[17.02.2015 22:13:15] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: -hey!
[17.02.2015 22:13:23] RNS-Noblesse.Oblige: Aline: Mm...well I detect no cargo here..
[17.02.2015 22:13:35] RNS-Demon.du.Midi: Martin: The ship is of illegal manufacture, though.
[17.02.2015 22:13:41] RNS-Noblesse.Oblige: Aline: Oui..
[17.02.2015 22:13:42] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: What? This?
[17.02.2015 22:13:44] RNS-Demon.du.Midi: Martin: And the organisation, well...
[17.02.2015 22:13:45] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: No, no, no!
[17.02.2015 22:13:50] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: You've got it -all- wrong.
[17.02.2015 22:13:59] RNS-Noblesse.Oblige: Aline: Oh..? *She tilts her head*
[17.02.2015 22:14:00] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: This is a very, uh- very common model of Sirian transport.
[17.02.2015 22:14:06] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: What the hell? Where are my shields?
[17.02.2015 22:14:17] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: I didn't do ANYTHING!
[17.02.2015 22:14:21] Thierry.Renault: It's a scourge upon the eyes.
[17.02.2015 22:14:23] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: I have rights.
[17.02.2015 22:14:27] Thierry.Renault: But..
[17.02.2015 22:14:34] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: It's a Mark Five 'Toblerone' All Terrain Transport.
[17.02.2015 22:14:43] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: The triangular shape deflects bullets.
[17.02.2015 22:15:10] Thierry.Renault: I don't believe your organization has ever been at odds with our own.
[17.02.2015 22:15:11] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: And, uh- I'm pretty certain that it isn't illegal. Probably.
[17.02.2015 22:15:12] RNS-Noblesse.Oblige: Aline: *scoffs quietly*
[17.02.2015 22:15:18] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: Yeah, yeah - see?
[17.02.2015 22:15:22] 2015-02-17 22:15:13 SMT : RNS-Demon.du.Midi is attempting to engage cloaking device
[17.02.2015 22:15:22] Thierry.Renault: But for the love of all that you hold dear, get yourself a more elegant vessel.
[17.02.2015 22:15:22] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: Listen to him. That guy.
[17.02.2015 22:15:26] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: The one in the thing.
[17.02.2015 22:15:30] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: Elegant?
[17.02.2015 22:15:33] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: Elegant?
[17.02.2015 22:15:37] RNS-Noblesse.Oblige: Aline: Oui...go on, woman...get something...clean.
[17.02.2015 22:15:41] RNS-Noblesse.Oblige: Be gone from here.
[17.02.2015 22:15:48] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: This is the finest model of transport for all sorts of pi- stuff.
[17.02.2015 22:16:07] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: Uh-oh.
[17.02.2015 22:16:23] Thierry.Renault: Well that was different.
[17.02.2015 22:16:36] RNS-Noblesse.Oblige: Aline: Mmhm..
[17.02.2015 22:16:36] Nishigikoi: Kurosawa: Uh-huh.

Man, I wish I'd taken pictures. Oh well.

There's Trafalgar herself. Cool place, too. Those Bretonian accents are really something - as is the food. We don't have 'fish and chips' up in Kusari.

Anyway, one smoooth exchange of credit chits later and I had the both the keys and the (probably forged) papers to a small-tonnage dreamboat.

That would've been the end of it, except I couldn't help but have my ear bent by a couple of humanitarian-types talking in the pub. I was just reading over the small print - can you believe the doors are manual-only on those Renzu ships? - when a few words caught my ear from the neighbouring table. Something about 'refugees', 'Leeds' and 'money', all in quick succession. One short conversation later, and wouldn't you know it - the war in Leeds is really taking its toll on the people. I already knew that, of course - but what I didn't know is that those poor souls are paying top dollar to get lifted off the planet and taken to somewhere, anywhere else.

Emphasis on the top dollar. Hey, I'm nothing if not money-minded. Besides, it's for a good cause - right?

In any case, I didn't even need to worry. Those families were so grateful once I dropped them off at Freeport Four that I didn't even have to ask for their credits.

Part of me feels bad, but then another part of my mind reminds me that my ship recommended I pack at least two hundred more people into that space for 'optimum efficiency'. Now that's cold, if you ask me. They got a solid deal out of my trip.

Unfortunately, one of the engines already went, as of five minutes ago. Luckily, we're already in a docking bay, so it'll be easily enough fixed overnight. And, furthermore, I knew what I was getting into buying this thing. This won't be the last mechanical hiccup, I'll bet.

So, that's the agenda for tomorrow. Make more TOP DOLLAR moving desperate - yet intensely grateful - families off Leeds, then pack the Niboshi back into the Golden Koi and head for home. Either that, or mess around Bretonia and Liberty a bit more. I hear the scrap prices are down, yet still well worth it.

We'll see. I'll have to sleep on it.

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