[One against all - Life story of Grace Salter]

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Name: Grace Salter
Origin: God blessed Liberty
Birthplace and date: Planet Erie, Date of Birth - 795 A.S
Previous occupation: Freelancer
Welcome to the Xeno neural-net, hunter.

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Diary of Grace Salter || Page 2

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The other side of the coin.

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27.08.824 A.S
Every day a new meeting. Today I decided to take a short walk to my beloved planet Manhattan. The police officers tried to blow me up here and there, but they were too self-assured. I think they want to show themselves on the good side before their bosses ... So it turned out that in my hold there were about 23 rescue pods. Of course, I could bring them to the Ouray, but I changed my mind, when I noticed the large Navy vessel around. I know, our fellas don't like this police boys, so I decided to transfer them to this ship. However, the captain decided to estabilish connection with other soldier -
Nazawo Ayato. It seems, that we weren't going to kill each-other... So I transfered all pods to the Nazawo's cargohold. However, thi place was full of different people, who were going to blow me up.
We couldn't speak in this place, so I offered to visit "Ginato's Bucket" bar on the Manhattan planet. We talked a bit after it and noticed freelancer Anton Naiose Tordai, who was carying illegal goods,
like black market munitions. And you know what? Nazawo just asked him to dropped his cargo without any fines. Well, we all aren't saint, anyway. I picked some for my allies in Ouray and, if to be more correct, 23 units of Black Martket Munitions. Good for us. So, now I need to go to Manhattan. Wish myself a good luck.

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