The Logs of Bibical Ulcisci

[The Unknown Writer]

OOC Addressment: This story, effective immediately... will be reworked on. In addition, I will be taking a break from Discovery prematurely due some issues. That being said, I've also decided that I want to keep Captain Anderson and the name "Biblical Ulcisci" to Freelancer status only after some consideration and stopped flying under Corsair ID in game. --- My regards, T.U.W.

P.S: Let me know on Discord, if this sounds like I'm power or metagaming, or violates the RP rules in any shape or form... (Search my name "T.U.W.#4686" on the Discovery Group server if you want to chat.)
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LOG DATE: March 31, 2024
SUBJECT MATTER: Alternate Fate for us all

(The last known records regarding the Freelancer mercs for the time being took place somewhere between 29th to 31st of March 2024. At this time until further notice, the Captain... along with remaining crew that weren't from Omicron Gamma was currently relocated to Liberty Space, at a supposed Freelancer station, the "Fontana Freeport". From there, the band of rag tagged former Liberty crew, hired civilians, and rehabilitated freelancers remained...)

".... This will most likely become the final entry. At least until we could find a more suitable ship. We ran into some... complications with the Corsairs. In case somebody askes or finds this in the event I die from natural causes in space or other means, no.... By "complications" I do not mean that we became a hated enemy of the Deterrence or the Brotherhood. It's just that given... well my general nature of occupation as a Freelancer as a whole, let's just say that to be recruited and earning an of DTR ID indefinitely requires a long and earned reputation and skill to prove ourselves to the military. I would gather all of my officers under my chain of command, on plans on leaving the Corsairs, and going away for some time until suggested otherwise. The crew were somewhat confused at first, until I explained the reasons why.

After some consideration and talking, we officially left the Corsairs. At least until we are able to return and figure out some things. We would by then go and head back to Liberty Space, of course our rep will be a little stained with blood of Bounty Hunters, so I have no doubt we'll be confronting someone in several days. Or not, if we'll lucky not to be disturbed. As for where we are at now... well, as much I didn't want to, we have found ourselves down at Fontana Freeport. I heard about it before, back when it was called "Outpost Hesperia" by the disformed and shattered Commonwealth of Liberty....

When I became a Captain, I never saw myself alongside unlawful and chaotic people. To this day... I never could understand my choices of what let me this far ahead my career, and my role to these people... well, if I'm still around by the time we are ready to go back at again, to explore the whole known galaxy... perhaps one day I have the answers to the questions that have been entrenched into my subconscious....

This is freelancer Captain James Anderson.... signing off..."

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