Not often you meet a worried soul in Pennsylvania.
Waited a little longer, planned for some more investigating. Coronado seems to have a much more relaxed atmosphere than Delta. No aliens to worry about, no Corsairs, Core or Order to get angry over. Even the Outcasts in these parts remained more civilised than out in Omicrons. I spose the Barrier gate is a hub of semi-questionable transactions and populace.
I headed out. Needed to spread my wings again, so to speak. Would do me no good to just become idle once more. Pennsylvania. I wonder if Cat has been back since… no harm in checking. Not like its a far trip from here. And you never know your luck.
California was a breeze, nearly no traffic, and those that were around seemed in good spirits. I like happy people. They’re a good distraction from those darker thoughts that plague us. Funny. Now I mention them… No. They’re all gonna turn out just fine. Just like those two contacts on sensors, the Freelancer and Rogue. The Rogue was blasting the Hunters and Navy around West Point. Yeah. Shouldn’t be doing that right on top of a military garrison. I sent out a burst signal, one to reach as far as Pittsburg: “Rogue cruiser, West Point. They’re holding up transports and stealing from them”. Not exactly the truth but. People react better if theres money potentially being lost.
Pennsylvania. There was the warm welcome of Harrisburg’s broadcast. And it seems I had followed the Freelancer here too. They were also bound for Erie. Marines, I think. They spoke as though I was answering a call to help. No, fellow pilot. I’m here to look for missing friends. Of course, didn’t mention that but… yeah. I offered to help. Made a quick request to the battleship see if Cat’s ship had landed recently on Erie, while the Freelancer ironed out what they needed. Escort duty.
Not normally a fan of such jobs, but they seemed quite worried. And they were only making their way to Los Angeles. Guess that Rogue had spooked them enough to want support. I mean… not like a freighter and a fighter-craft would even manage to scratch the paint of such a vessel. It didn’t matter. There was no interruptions, the Rogue had disappeared and we made it all the way with just idle chatter about how pirates are more likely to demand credits than they are to kill you.
We went our separate ways, and with making sure they were all good, i returned to Coronado. Catherine. Daros. Crowley. Three people just… vanished. I wonder if it was to do with the aliens. Seems like its the only connecting factor to each of them… though Crowley… I don’t know.
