Journal of Tarkis, the Orphan.

[Tarkis]

:Edit: //Any input from any of you is fine with me, but please PM it. This'll be added to as time goes on and as i come up with more storyline. Most of it is based on actual things i did in game so....well...i'll stop typing about it and actually type it.
...so here goes nothing.

Data Entry #1:

Dear...whoever is reading this junk,

My name is Tarkis. Yes i know it's strange, but my name truly is just - Tarkis. I'm an orphan, you see, so i have no last name. Heck, i'm not even sure if Tarkis was intended to be my first. My parents, the lazy good-for-nothings, left me in the cargo hold of a merchant ship on the planet i'm assuming i was born on, Manhattan. Lucky for me those merchants were nice, caring people...

Wait...wait...i'm getting ahead of myself.
You still have no idea what you're reading!

This lovely piece of writing your eyes are currently feasting upon is my journal.
I occasionally have trouble sleeping, so it gets dreadfully boring sitting in this cockpit cooped up in the dock of some station. i don't feel i should need to pay for a room...i did, after all, steal a pretty spacious cargo ship. Why not just sleep in here? I see nothing wrong with it...anyway...
Lets get back to where i turned off from my little story...

Those merchants that found me in the heap of scrap metal they had sitting in their hull, they were Charlotte and Frank. Brother and sister of some far off station out in one of the Omicron systems. How they managed to get all the way to Liberty in this hunk of trash i'll never know. I would ask but...they get all touchy when their past is brought up, not to mention i'm no where near them right now. I suspect i would be dead if i was.

Yes...i just said i think my foster family would kill me.
No...they arn't evil. They just care about their ship. The ship i'm in. The ship i stole from them.
My ship.

Look i know what you're thinking...but just...stop thinking for a minute.
I'm not the ungrateful little son of a nomad whore that you think i am.

I needed to leave.
I had to leave.

Why? I'll tell you why...
First of all...Liberty is stifling. So many people, most of which don't give a rats tail about anyone but themselves. So many corrupt...you know what? Nevermind.
I hate Liberty, lets just leave it at that.

Now...this is no reason to steal a ship, i know.
There was another...small...reason.
I just...uh...kinda...bet a Corsair 600 thousand credits that, of course, i didn't have.
Obviously i lost that bet...
I didn't want my shipmates to die, and I certainly didn't want to be a blob of laser fodder myself so...
i left in Charlotte and Frank's freighter.

What? You still think i'm a bad person?
Well...i did leave all the cargo and every piece of equipment and hardware that i didn't need to keep this tin can in the air.
I even left the navigation computers.
Bad move on my part...
Not only are they extremely cheap...but it's a lot harder to navigate without one. As i found out the hard way.
If they ever get a hold of this journal...Sorry foster parents. You were nice... and stuff...don't hate me. did you find the cookies i left with the nav system? Oh wait...nevermind i took those with me.

Anyway.

After months of travel, and when i noticed my food and water rations were running dangerously low, i decided i would land at the next station or planet i could.

It was Freistadt, in the Omega-7 system.
When i was told this...i was worried i didn't go far enough.
That worry was soon obliterated after i traded a mercenary my freighter for his fighter. (He apparently was sick of working for other people...and was slightly intoxicated...)
With my new Tiger Shark light fighter, equipped with a fully operational Nav Map...i realized how far i had gone.

After the initial shock...i was more happy than i had been since i left.
Not only because i had been showing signs of insanity, cooped up alone in that freighter for months, but also because i was far...far away from that Corsair on Manhattan.
Then another huge idea hit me...
"Wait...why was there a Corsair on Manhattan....oh come on Tarkis! You idiot!."

Obviously...the chances of that guy being a Corsair were so slim i considered turning myself in for being a danger to society. *Warning: Dangerously stupid. Likely trip and fall on a pregnant lady while trying to chase a coin tied to a pranksters finger.*

Ugh...well at least i was away from Liberty.

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