Defending the Delta

[Sombs]

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These log entries are created in secret and aren't available to any other entity.

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Log - Ezrael Vertiga

So much has happened. So very, very much. I don't think I can recall all of it. Basically, the troubles of the last two months were all caused by Auxesia, the Lane Hackers and Cordelia Lyell from the Core. Where to begin with...

Okay, the current situation. The Apahanta is moored with Livadia for a few weeks now. Why? I asked the Ingenuus Research Group to do their best to upgrade the Apahanta's cloaking device. 15 minutes of consecutive cloaking aren't enough to ensure the safety of the ship and it's crew. We need more. I paid IRG 500.000.000 Credits, which raises the money I invested into the Apahanta to fully 3.000.000.000 Credits. That's more than the half of what I got by selling my parent's company. With only a bit less than two billion credits left on my accounts, I think it's time to get new perspectives to get money. The Iridium runs from Lost to New London are getting more and more risky. Although, I had this pleasant data exchange with this Freelancer Escorts and Repair guy, Jimmy O'Brian, who not only paid good money for my dossiers about the Omicron systems, but also paid for visual material on nomads.

Also, Sombra is still working for me, using her Whale to make money with three runs per day. She's doing that very ambitious, making 50-50 with us, what helps with the upkeep of the Apahanta, the repair bills of our smaller assets and still allows us a luxuary life on the Hoffnungsschimmer and on planets like Canaria or Curacao. However, I don't want Sombra to take all the risk. The Omegas and Omicrons are dangerous. So far, nothing bad happened to her. She's okay with the Corsairs and all the other guys she meets on her working route.

While Leon is on the Apahanta and coordinating the work on the cloaking device together with the IRG, Maren, Sombra, Nancy, Valery and I are currently on the Hoffnungsschimmer, which is hiding in the Flare Nebula in Cayman. For quite a while now. Like, basically since Maren and me were on the Eidolon Wraith.

So, we were there. I requested this meeting with Hunt and Raven as I got awareness about them ruining my reputation with other factions, like the Lane Hackers. Probably also with the Bretonian Government... Bretonia denied me the requested asylum, talking about suspicion. A word Joshua Hunt, or Curator Endurance, as he is called in his power ranger outfit, very often used when I was on the Bullhead.

But let's begin with the beginning. Maren and I went there, to Inverness, where the Eidolon Wraith was awaiting us. Very brave of Maren, with her special condition. We wanted to set things right, and partially, we were able to. We talked to them, Hunt and Raven, and it basically was just them trying to get me into their fight with the nomads. Basically. It was a bit weird, as they were behind a bureau table, like super villains. Weirdly fitting. Raven sitting there, in her armor, eating waffles and drinking fruit juice, and Hunt, dressed as Curator Endurance, just stood there, playing his role. To be honest, it feeled like they were doing the "Good Cop - Bad Cop"-tour on me, with Raven being the good one. To me, however, it seemed like Raven was the weaker link. Like, Joshua Hunt seems to be the brain behind Auxesia. At first I thought he was the more trustworthy one, but I was wrong. Raven is just sick. He, however, seems to be able to split his personality from one moment to the next.

They brought us to a guest room, telling us they would do their tests on us the next day. So, while knowing it was very possible that they were spying on us, putting us in a bugged room, Maren and I took the opportunity to have some physical fun. After all, under circumstances, it could have been our last time, if they would have found traces of Valery inside Maren's body. But, nope, before I could finish, Hunt interrupted us by knocking at the door, wanting to do the tests now. Just a few more minutes... anyway, they brought us to what they call the Zeta Section, a very, very heavily fortified part of the Eidolon Wraith. Like, seriously. Turrets, drones, interior shields. I was wondering if they just didn't want someone to come in, or if they wanted to prevent things from getting out there...

So Hunt scanned us, still pretending to be Curator Endurance. First Maren, then me. Surprise, none of us was a nomad, and they didn't found any traces of Maren having had a little incubus inside her in the past. It was somewhat resolving to me. However, that didn't solve the situation after all. No, instead he asked me what Auxesia would get for sharing the information of Maren and me not being infected. Extortion. I was instantly in a bad mood, disappointed.
Curator Endurance insisted on a search of the Apahanta. At that moment, I didn't get the connection. Why the Apahanta? What did they think they could be hiding on a big ship like a Mako. A ship that was basically shouting for attention where it appeared. Maybe I was paranoid, and still am about it, but the way the Curator insisted on it, made me believe they wanted to take the ship. The pressure was on, and although I have literally nothing to hide on the Apahanta - as it was moored with Livadia at that time, inspected by IRG with full access to everything but the database - I didn't want those heavy armed combat Auxesians on my ship. My crew mostly is pacifistic. Zoners, Freelancers, some defectors from the Core. Twenty people and Leon.

Yet the Curator insisted, expressing even more suspicions as I didn't want to allow them to search my ship, placing their people on it. Five of their guys could easily overwhelm my crew. And they have shown how not trustworthy they were. And then, for the first time in my life, I passed out, right infront of them. Embarassing... Maren told me they had a talk in the meantime, her and the now revealed Joshua Hunt. According to her, he suddenly was more human than before, asking her a few things and in the end asking why I don't want to get rid of the Apahanta. When I woke up again, seeing Joshua Hunt was Curator Endurance, and a very bold male power ranger nurse next to me, obviously libertonian according to his rude behavior, they talked about me selling the ship, so I told him the price: 2.500.000 Credits - the money I had invested in the Apahanta that time. He said he would think abut it, while I wasn't serious about it. That was just another indicator of Auxesia showing it's interest on the Apahanta. Another reason to be very, very careful. Angry and stressed, I asked Maren to help me up, as I wanted to leave. However, they were still extorting me, and Hunt reminded me, if I was leaving now, they would take it as evidence of us being controlled by nomads. A few minutes of discussion later, they at least allowed us to return to our guest room, just to have us leave in the next morning.

Still stressed and not even slightly in a better shape, both physically and mentally, we returned to Omega-49, taking the Hoffnungsschimmer and instantly left the system to hide the Hoffnungsschimmer where it is now: in the Flare Nebula of Cayman.

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