Remember Me?

[Kauket]

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ENTRY: Casual Stroll

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DATE: 16|11|822 A.S

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Flight started off when I departed from the Eidolon and refuelled at Barrier Gate station. Everything was surprisingly quiet there, to be honest. Though, there was some shifty characters in the bar when I grabbed a quick drink while my ship was being refilled, I think some of them were part of that ‘Cardi route. Blergh. Smugglers. Irrelevant to me anyway.

The atmosphere around me felt tense and impure, I couldn’t stay there any longer. That place has some bad auras, I could sense that someone was almost planning to jump me. Took a drink to go, so I hopped in with it in the cockpit. Sealable drinks are a godsend.

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Went to check out Cortez, I ran into Hans on the way to Curacao, was a relatively nice surprise. We had a small chat before parting ways. Seems like he had other people to be with in Liberty. Although, during our conversation, I saw some Freelancer vessel that had the callsign of “Klepto” - Who also appeared to be hauling Artifacts. Probably should watch out for this one in the future, as I really didn’t get the chance to… apprehend him, due to people being present as evidence.

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Travelled onward to Liberty to recover my Roc that I left parked on Manhattan. Hell, I’m surprised it hasn’t got vandalised or stolen from that garage that I left it in. I guess my buddy has been busy recently? Who knows.

Went in, found out he wasn’t home. Weird. Either way, I grabbed my ship and set out to the hell that is Liberty Space. I undocked only to find out that there was some kind of Outcast squad raiding with some Rogues, so I offered out my help to the Bounty Hunters who appeared to desire assistance.

None of these were a challenge for me, but, it’s interesting to see how piloting skills differentiate between the houses. So, in the end, I ended up attacking some Scylla, and then an Outcast Gunship. Suffice to say, they did not survive.

Anyway.

I took the bomber back to the Eidolon, and took some Zoner shuttle back to Manhattan. Was quite boring. Nothing notable to mention. Took a trip to Kusari and met some Naval officers with a strong sense of Xenophobia. Kusari really has degraded itself, hmph. Bumped into Sanae again, though she seems less than pleased to meet me. Oh well? Nothing of interest in Kusari, besides the beautiful natural formations there, ruined by Humanity.

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Started exploring around in Frankfurt and found myself in that Luneburg place. Huh. I remember when we took a Core patrol there when that anomaly opened up, eh. Decided to take a sneak peak near the Omicron Rho jump hole to see if they actually secured it up. Jumped through to find out that it was quite… vacant. Weird. I immediately turned around and left for Frankfurt again. However, I ran into some BDM| vessel that was headed to Omicron Rho, but it seemed rather vacuous to my hails. Strange. Probably has orders to ignore me.

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I pestered around Rheinland before finding myself in Omega-11, witnessing some kind of brawl between Hessians, Daumann and the Rheinland Military. The Daumann requested my assistance, initially, I overlooked it due to the sheer force that was present, but little to my knowledge, a greater force of Hessians was beginning to assemble to provide cover for the engaged assets. Either way, I joined in and assisted the pilots in escaping. I had to bail out myself due to the Hessians overwhelming us, but, I received some payment from the pilot mid-fight.

Though, there was something interesting to note during the fight. Before I left, I glimpsed some Order vessel on my radar who was spectating the fight. It appears to be some kind of medical shuttle by the call sign of “Bastet’s.Care” - My scanners could only detect medical and emergency supplies onboard that vessel. Most likely for the fallen Hessians, which wouldn’t surprise me. Afterall, I remember the time Hessians went to Delta to recon against the Core, admitting their friendship to the Order. Pffh.

Oh well. After scuttling off for repairs and restocking, I went for a good ol’ Bratty on Baden Baden. Those buns though. Quite the nostalgic trip I’d say, it surely seems like the meat quality is getting better… I hope I didn’t eat synth crap either.

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After taking a lengthy break by doing even more travelling (!) I discovered that there was some Daumann transport pilots who wanted an escort. Long story short, it was quiet as heck and we went from Omega-3 to New Berlin, to Omega-11, to New London, to Munich, then to outer-Sirius, to a place called Gallia. Oh yes. Gallia. That place.

Gallia was… very different. I sensed the aura of the place, it felt… like a bubble of consternation, of pure perturbation. Gallia is such a bloodthirsty house, it’s inevitably going to lose and crumble under their own blindness. Though, I’m intrigued, how did they become such a pseudo-powerful nation? Was it development in the darkness? Who knows. I feel inclined to explore this new universe.

When the convoy was done depositing ore, we headed back to Rishiri, to go to Nagano. Oh Nagano, it has been quite some time. Such a peaceful place.

Spending little time there, we soon picked up haste and headed off to Rheinland. Jesus, such a quiet route though. Either way, they ended up in New Berlin and had to stop for a rest, and to apparently deal with some kind of internal matter? Though, some IMG mining vessel came up and started to deliberately annoy my contractor, and even attempted to shoot him. I gave him a ‘friendly’ warning to stop. He ignored. And then started to challenge me to kill him, pathetically trying to threaten me, so I accepted his wish and forever numbed him of any pain. He asked for it. Like, see, if someone says “kill me” - I will kill them. Unless there’s a good reason not to, say, if they were demented civilians. Primitive fools.

Oh well. All in all, I accumulated fundings for myself, a grand total of ₺80,000,000 from these escortings. Not bad, especially for a quiet journey I suppose. They paid me in Rishiri, Omega 7, and the return trip to Omega-3

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I practically ended my contract and went back to ditzying about in Northern Rheinland, trying to discover any potential wormhole locations. Interestingly, I bumped into the Congress, who were smuggling Cardamine. Suffice to say, they failed my little experiment, so I ended up reporting them to the Rheinland Police.

It was interesting to see them cooperating with the supposedly corrupt Liberty Police, especially the part where the Congress say they retrieve Cardamine from deep space of Rheinland - right? Yeah? And the fact they ‘found’ it on a ship wreckage, and found enough to supply THREE full transports, and then they bring to Liberty to “dispose” of it with the Liberty Lawfuls? What? That it involved a supposed Liberty Corp outside of Liberty? Yeah, okay.

I mean, if that wasn’t blatant backdoor agreements, I don’t know what is. I suppose I had my amusement with the automation systems black marking one of their vessels as a smuggler.


Whatever. I started to go back to the Eidolon to end my day, then one of those Junker underlings started to contact me, with the old “brush under the carpet” tactic. He gave me ₺20,000,000 credits in order to subtly make me shut up. Had they initially responded and met with my… expectations, we wouldn’t have had this scenario. Either way, this outcome basically proves to me that Liberty is a trash place full of trash people.

All in all, to summon up the day, I suppose travelling around as a Freelancer isn’t as bad, but it is bad for productivity, despite earning one hundred million credits. Should I need to explore this universe more, than I shall do so in an incognito manner. As such, I changed the display protocol on my vessel. Should be good. Ah well. Time to turn on the radio and lay back in bed…

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Oh christ, it’s this song.