Victor Morales - Personal Logs

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0:00 •|၊|။||||။၊|။|||။|||။|||||||။||။|||။|||။|||။|||။• -3:10 [▶ Play] [❚❚ Pause] Victor Morales, Gallic Freelancer, IDF Subject: Personal Log 3 Transcript: Salut, mon ami. It’s Victor again, just another update. The last two days have been… busy, to say the least. Where do I even start today? Right after purchasing my Taureau, I had this interesting encounter with a Gallic Navy officer while finalizing the paperwork. He casually mentioned that they were looking for transport contractors to move criminals from Burgundy to Languedoc. The pay? 10,000 credits per head. Let me tell you, the idea of moving **dangerous criminals** made my heart skip a beat—not exactly the kind of cargo I envisioned hauling. But 10,000 credits per head? C’est tentant. I reached out to him later that evening, and after some back-and-forth, we sealed the deal. Of course, I wasn’t about to take any chances, so I hired a crew of 22, including 10 marines, and stocked the ship with weapons, ammunition, food, and medical supplies. If anything went sideways, I wanted to be prepared. Luckily, the route was quiet. No Maquis, no Brigands, not even a scanner ping. It was almost… disappointing. But hey, safe money is still money. The job paid out beautifully, and after a few more routes like that, I started hearing whispers—tips from other freelancers and smugglers. Apparently, Gallia is paying top credits for **criminals captured in Liberty space**. The idea intrigued me, so I decided to expand my horizons. I plotted a course and made my way to the California system. It was my first time outside Gallia, and mon dieu, the travel was exhausting. Endless lanes, endless systems… but the payoff? Magnifique. Those lanes though, who designed them!? After some careful negotiation and a bit of luck, I managed to secure a full load of “passengers” destined for Gallia’s justice system. The payout was worth every minute of the lengthy journey. I even treated my crew to a proper meal on New Paris afterward—nothing but the best, of course. I think they earned it after all the late-night shifts and drills we’ve been doing. It’s strange, you know? A few days ago, I was running basic cargo runs between Picardy and Languedoc. Now, I’m moving high-value contracts for the Gallic Navy and chasing lucrative bounties across borders. It feels like a lifetime of change compressed into just 72 hours. The Taureau is proving to be worth every credit. She’s tough, reliable, and with the right crew, she’s unstoppable. But there’s always that nagging feeling in the back of my mind—how far can I push this? Will my luck hold? Only time will tell. For now, I’m signing off. Tomorrow, we’ll see what new opportunities the lanes have to offer. Maybe I’ll get another tip, or maybe it’ll just be another quiet day. Either way, I’m ready. I think I figured out this recording system so, au revoir{static}