[Date: 10/26/823 A.S.]
[Personal log of John Blackwell: #008]
[Title: Getting better every day.]
The navy finally gave me back my personal log. I really screwed up this time...
Since last entry, I've made some progress. Fully repaired and armed my bomber. I've been able to pirate a couple of Liberty corporation transports, and made a few credits. Gladly everything had been going smoothly.
At least until a couple days ago. Jesus- *The speaker sighs, and after a brief pause, laughs.*
Oh man. What a week.
So, I just came from Texas to New York, and happened across this smalltime civillian transport. No big deal, but there was something going down in Texas.
Long story short, I end up opening fire on this transport, not too far from the jump gate. Big damned mistake, apparently.
So, out of the Texas jumpgate comes THREE. Repeat, THREE Liberty battleships. THREE OF THEM.
Their IFFs tagged them Durango, Salem, and Mount Hood, two of which I'd already heard rumors about.
They immediately spotted me, and ordered me to stop attacking. Seeing as I wanted to live, I did as they said, but I was pretty screwed. They questioned me, and foolishly enough, I took the first minor distraction I could to make a run for it, to the next trade lane.
I made it, but they followed me, and I left the lane half way in to make a break for the badlands.
They kept on my tail, but I managed to dodge all cruise disruption, and made it to the asteroid field, which slowed them down significantly.
Not enough, though.
One of them decided to go back to more important duties eventually, and I had almost outrun them, when I left the field, and got stupid. It seemed they were about to catch up to me again, when I got an idea that, in retrospect, was absolutely moronic.
Instead of continuing back to the Texas jumpgate, which was ahead, I doubled back, going straight towards the Mount Hood for a close flyby.
The rest is easy to guess. As I tried to circle around, they pretty much scrapped the Plymouth, and tractored my pod in. They took me to Manhattan for questioning, and held me there for a while, but eventually released me. No real harm was done, after all.
As exciting as all this was, something worries me, though. I've been hearing talk of Nomad sightings around Liberty, and I could have sworn I saw one stalking us in the badlands, that day. A big one. It could be my imagination, but...
I don't know. The Nomads still just scare me a little. And they're always out there.
Talk has been circulating more and more, and it seems like every time I hear about a sighting, it's always closer to house space than the last.
But anyways...
I'm still having the Junkers piece the Plymouth back together at Rochester, and for now, I'm just making trade runs.
I've been hearing news about a situation in Gallia. They might be hiring transports to take cargo to Council space, and it could be very profitable. I think I'll look into that.
THREE Liberty battleships though, man. To be honest, I was pretty excited, and I did excellent in the chase. If not for the stupid move, I'd have gotten away... But yea. Getting better every day, huh?
