De Luca

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Name: De Luca
Entry Date: April 10, 829 AS
Subject: Swindler's fools

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Single-mindedness: The Legion doesn't die as others wished to be. Strapped up my essentials, packed up the accordion, put on my visor, everything's on the go aboard the Asuncion. As I depart the orange-filled atmosphere of Malta, wearing my mask, I made my way through the jumphole to Tau-37. Heard about the things happening in nearby Tau-53, might as well make some determination.

You know, everything is going to be messy. But it's no problem when we exert our skill and strength as defenders of Malta. I've tasted the likes of Kusarian shrimp and Gallic frog legs. They all get cooked up by the sounds of weapons fire from the Asuncion.

I made my way to Tau-53, expecting something to happen. And there it was, there was a meal ready to be served for Malta's defenders. Even as our battleships fell, as the view of weapons fire made it certain there was a party going on. Yet I didn't expect meeting some enigmatic Freelancer who was some kind of mercenary.

The operation was simple: capture the Swinder and make use of its cargo for the benefit of Malta.

The Lipstick: At first glance, kind of deceptive, but a skilled mercenary. Whoever he or she is, the Lipstick offered me and the rest of the Maltesians a helping hand. Struck some kind of deal in case the Swindler falls to our hands.

Truth eventually came to rear its head. As the once "proud" fleets of Gallic and Kusarian vessels fell apart like wet paper, the treasure was in our hands. But the Swinder was too cheesy and tried to give us a sense of misdirection. That freighter captain refused to share its cargo and tried to run away, but we made it pay for its talkative habits.

Lipstick wanted half the share, then a third, then a quarter. Seemed like someone who'd take most of the Swindler's cargo, but I was not that single-minded, agreeing to give most of the credit cards and the nuclear devices for me and the Hyperspace Starfleet.

As I came resting in the ever familiar orange sky of Malta, I contemplated about Lipstick. Someday I hope I could strike some deal with that mercenary, just as my instincts came to be. I still don't know who the Lipstick is. But the thought of consideration may prove to be a worthy investment for whatever is coming in the near future.

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