The Wolf of Manchester

[Sayne]

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Ident.
Jadyn "Grimwolfe" Giles
Loc. & Date
Bering, 13JUN834
Station
Black Harvest
Subject
A New Life

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The screen cuts on suddenly to Jadyn looking down at a pad in front of a control console. In the background, many other consoles blink with life. It would appear that he is in the command center of a large vessel.

It's been a minute since I've recorded something for posterity, figured it was time I stopped being lazy and got to it.

He sets the pad down on the console and looks to the camera. The red sheen in his pupils is back, albeit much less pronounced than in previous logs.

I've been keeping something from these logs with the concerns that it would be discovered should anyone crack my encryption. It was unlikely that would happen but it was better to err on the side of caution than to reveal anything ... shortly before the pulse, I was in a bad way living in Texas at the Junker installation there. I was attempting to drink myself to death without success when the Pulse happened, locking down gate travel. Now, as far as I was aware, Jump hole travel was still possible, so I could have left at any time, but with the gates losing their connections, it sent the general populace into a panic.

The console makes a sound and Jadyn looks down to it, beginning to focus on that while he continues his story for the log.

See, wealthy individuals only have their power and status for safety much of the time. How could anyone dare to harm them? If that happened, they would be in a world of hurt because the wealthy possess power, right?

He glances up at the camera with a menacing smile and returns to the console.

During my depressive state when Fahrenheit was fully active, and I believe malfunctioning, I lacked any real sense of emotion but I did feel despair. For a time, I believed it was because of my past but the more I examined that thought process, the more I came to realize that it wasn't just that my past haunted me, it was also because of what I had become. A Hunter hunting people who were the reflections of my younger self.

He chuckles lightly.

Now, I could have turned over a new leaf then and there. Become someone who tried to rehabilitate these criminals. Show them what had become of me and try to turn them back to the light but ... what would that achieve? Maybe it would finally give me the death I craved but at what cost. I would become a hypocrite. Instead, at that moment sitting in that bar, I realized that I had become the very thing I railed against for so many years as a Pirate. Maybe it was time to split the difference. Find some place in-between being a ruthless and twisted pirate and an upstanding Bounty Hunter.

He presses a button in finality and leans against the bulkhead on his right, continuing his story while looking into the camera.

So, like a vulture, I took advantage of the chaos the Pulse had caused. I rented a Gunboat and sat just inside the corona of the Texas star in order to mask my signal yet keep the ship's nanobots from being overwhelmed from the radiation. It took a few hours but eventually a Bustard drifted past. I did a passive long range scan and noted there were no weapons systems onboard and only passive transit shields meant to block any damages from passing meteorites while the ship was at Cruise. There were no escorts and no apparent defenses that would slow me down.

I had laughed to myself, even then. How could someone fly a ship like that, without protection? Who would be that stupid? A wealthy individual of course. Someone who believed that their status was enough that no one would dare to attack them. I engaged the thrusters in passive burst mode, allowing the gunboat to look like a passing piece of debris instead of a manned craft. As I got closer, I noted that the ship looked like it had never seen combat at all...possibly just a yacht for some wealthy idiot with no understanding of what it meant to swim through the vacuum of space where danger lurked around every corner. As the gunboat neared the Bustard's path, I engaged full burst Thrusters and landed in one of the open bays before they could react.

The reaction from the security teams onboard was swift but unpracticed and clumsy. I did my best to avoid any causalities. After all, I was here to take the ship, not lives. It had taken me a few hours of guerilla warfare but I had managed to overpower the security team. There had only been approximately ten to fifteen of them, but they were a very green security team without much real life experience. I did what I could to avoid any long term injuries and moved to the command deck.

As it turned out, this ship was the property of a wealthy Freelancer business man stationed at Houston and the current "captain" of the ship was his arrogant and spoiled 20 something year old son. The hubris of this little brat. He threatened me with punishments that he could not give out and used the influence of people he barely knew--including his own father. I threatened his cohorts with violence if he didn't shut up, indicating the friends that he had brought out on this little joyride. The little brat actually scoffed at me when I threatened a girl that clearly was in love with him. That's right, people like him use others as shields, he wouldn't do as I told unless his own life was threatened.

So I grabbed him by his long and overblown hair and dragged his ass to an airlock several bulkheads away and threw him inside. He changed his tune really fast as I was attempting to override the safeties to send him on a one way trip through the vacuum. The old me, would have done it anyway but ... well, I'm trying to find some balance remember?

He chuckles to himself, closing his eyes and shaking his head to himself.

I sent the lot of them, and the downed security team off the ship in shuttles bound for Beaumont Base. Those little rich brats would have the time of their lives at the Junker base and the Rogues there would just love some rich spoiled kids as ransom for their rich mommies and daddies.

I pointed the Bustard in the direction of Bering and jumped through the nearby hole. The ride was rougher than normal, I'm sure as a side effect of the Pulse that had knocked out gate travel. The ship remained in a very distant orbit of the local star until the heat died down. Honestly, I had forgot the ship even existed until I was reviewing my logs the other day and recalled that it had been sitting out there for over three years waiting on someone to come and use it. I was honestly surprised it was still there and hadn't been salvaged by some passing Junker that had found it by complete chance.

He looks around the command deck.

I need to do a lot of things. The ship has never been used in combat and many systems are missing. Not to mention the lack of maintenance when it was owned by those rich asshats and the time it has spent out here in the deep dark. I have a list of people I need to contact in the coming weeks. Hopefully, they will be able to help. I expect to pay a lot of resources to get it fully up and running but...

The Black Harvest's life is just beginning.

He grins, reaches forward, and ends the log.

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Log Saved

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You're probably boring me.