GalSpan Report Database

[Mantrid Brizon]

Name: Alexander Chase
Rank: Captain
Ship Name: Lynx
Ship Class: "Titanic" Heavy Tanker

Title: Ship destroyed by Outcast.
Report Body: I write this report on Freeport 4 in Magellan. I, and my crew of 20, have been rescued by a series of patrolling Bounty Hunter's Guild fighters as encountering a very dim-witted and un-trusting pilot named Wicca Koine. What saw my beloved Lynx's destruction was actually GalSpan company policy. As we departed Minerva to collect hull segments, I had nearly 6,000,000 credits on board. Before leaving, I banked it, taking only the amount needed to fill the cargo hold upon arriving at Freeport 4. The flight there was quick and uneventful. I passed two CR| ships, one of whom I know moderately well; CR|-Hellfire, who escorted me as we evacuated our original station, Lagos Depot.

At any rate, I arrived at Freeport 4, purchased the hull segments, and made my way back to Minerva. Immediately after entering Cortez through the Magellan->Cortez jump hole, I was stopping by Wicca Koine. They demanded 3,000,000 credits for damages done to their ship by my CR associates, or should I say friends. Sadly, Lynx was alone with this Outcast at this time, and upon scanning, I new I was completely out matched. As I genuinely didn't have the credits, I told him EXACTLY the amount I had at the time, 253,166. He wasn't pleased. I asked him to let me moor on planet Curacao, where I would pull as much as 6,000,000 credits for them and wire it.

The Outcast didn't believe me and said I wasn't "that dumb" and neither were there. I was at first confused, because I'm a man of my word. Alexander Chase is NOT a liar... Besides, thinking of it from a business perspective, what's worth more to the company? An intact Titanic, or 6,000,000 Sirius credits on hand? It occurred to me, as they prepared to destroy my ship, that they thought it was some sort of ploy. They gave me a few last words, which I of course used to get my crew into the escape pods. I entered a pod with a portable terminal to communicate, and asked them for one last chance, promissing that I wasn't going to stiff them on the toll. I was genuinely prepared to pay them... They didn't approve of my offer, and hulled my Lynx...

*Slams his closed fist on the terminal's desk, then stands up as the chair slides across the floor.*

Anyway... *Takes a deep breath and slowly exhales.* We are awaiting delivery of a new Titanic, given the same name. I consider that a bad omen, but I am somewhat superstitious. What bothers me the most, excluding the loss of my ship, which I'm sure I'll hear about later, is the the Outcast didn't believe me... To a man of honor, that cuts deep...

*Presses a key, then walks away from the terminal as images upload.*




End of report.