Johnny's Office - Private Investigators Agency

[Shiloh]

Codenamed "Redemption", also known as Johnny, is a Private Investigator, out of the Liberty Police Inc. for insubordinate behavior. Not much is known about his past except that he is cunning, and scored high in sociopathy. His records were suspiciously destroyed, from the birth certificate, to the activities he has done for the LPI.

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Journal

31st of July
That's funny, I never thought the Xenoes had a capital-class ship. Maybe I might just get into this job for real. Told what I knew to a commanding officer in New York and he was baffled. I should probably keep track of all of those things, but this sector is too ripe for interesting sh*t to happen, and not enough money for people like me. Asked me if I had a pic' or something. turns out when even your own ship computer's guncam is filled to the brim with 18+ content, you should probably do some cleanin'. Eh, for another day. The blackbox turned out fine. Hopefully this'll get me some cash out of the LPI. Jeremiah Sawyer, you'd better be the real deal, I need that cash and quick.

1st of Aug. P.1
Met a bunch of people t'day, A gunboat, a cool fighter, an Arrow - been a while since I've seen one. We had a small talk until one of the participants notified me of some anarchist commune located in Roussilon. They even gave me the coordinates. I should investigate this as well. The Roanoke can wait. It's not like I'll be the one boarding it.

1st of Aug. P.2
Finally arrived at this, Andorra Haven. A station in orbit, dangerously close to the Perpignan Wreck. Checked the docking bay as I entered the fourth, nothing unusual. Maybe they really are just Freelancers, but where did they get the money to suddenly build a base in a contested system? I also noticed the large amount of various ammunition sold here. No guns, but a lot of ammunition. These Freelancers sure are well-armed.

1st of Aug. P.3
Contacted those bunch of old farts and Isla at the LPI about the Roanoke and the sleazy officer of the "first fleet". I hope this'll give me some money, and I hope they'll reply fast, because I'm getting closer and closer to the bar, and I need money for that.

1st of Aug. P.4
Got an escort contract from that weird Auxo vessel I met in an uncharted system through an unknown jump gate in Kansas. Revenant. A standard ship. Escorted by another Freelancer, but they seemed more, close. These Auxo seems weird but they may come in handy. I am looking forward to see if they will indeed send me a message. Perhaps having allies, or at least friends, will help me in this shaky business.
Kusari is also still as unstable as ever, as I met Revenant, I met also four Golden Chrysanthemums fighters. I trakked back to meet them again, and found an officer of the Naval Forces. Usagi-11. The Chrysanthemum that challenged the former eventually won, and I went back into Kepler. At least this officer didn't leave because they were "tired" like this Libertonian wench. Officers, they call themselves. Thought about going back into the LPI, or going to the Navy. I'll pass.

2nd of Aug.
Got an answer from the LPI-. Wasn't Isla, of course. I expected it, naturally. I have all the proofs they need, yet, they are reluctant. Also, no mentions of the sleazy wench - either too interested in that battlecruiser, or are just as corrupt. Not improbable, it is the Liberty Police after all.
Went to Omicron Delta. Met a duo of Freelancer near Freeport 11. A gunboat and a luxury yacht. The luxury yacht was eager to talk, but the gunboat didn't. Pissed me off, but then I realized it was the Omicrons. Maybe the radiation or whatever xeno-bacteria rendered them either too stupid or incapable of speech to talk to multiple people at once, or just a dick. My guess is the latter.

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