Diana Rivera's Diary

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Title: To The Stars

Date: 27/03/835

Subject: Successful maiden flight & company

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Oh how unexpected things can be, the essence of the Sirius sector. I figured I should write down my thoughts and experiences, now that I stumble from one adventure into the next. Perhaps it'll be turned into a book one day when someone finds my PDA next to my rotting corpse. Anyways, it's time to get to my first entry.

It was during one of my first flights upon getting my Eagle up and running again. It cost me some blood, sweat and tears, but she's flying once again. The cloaking device was more or less pristine, even after having been in storage for so long. I came across a pretty interesting guy called Kris. He seems to be quite the passionate person that cares a lot about those he holds dear. Speaking of, there's Amsel. Apparently it's a security android that has formed a (more or less) friendly relationship with him. They constantly mock each other but it's quite obvious that they do care more than they let on. We observed the IMG and Bretonian Navy duke it out over a bunch of rocks during our first meeting.

Kris felt obligated to show me the place that he usually works at. I've not quite understood how that all goes together. He told me that he's hireable for essentially anything, and yet he claims to specifically work at one of Freeport 1's biodomes. It doesn't really matter, but I'll ask him about it next time. Apparently he was part of the Technocrats in his past, I didn't take him as the type to follow their ideals. It felt like he enjoyed to brag about the different kinds of augmentations that he has, or rather had. His tone changed when he compared past with present, with most of his 'tools' being either outdated, burned out or barely holding together.

We had to make our way through Outcast infested territory, too. I thought I could avoid these monsters until the day I die, but it seems I was mistaken. We weren't caught, luckily, but being back at this forsaken place turned my guts upside down. It's impossible to eat as much as I wanted to puke at the time. I'll tell Kris about my past eventually, but there's a time for everything.

Freeport 1 ... one of the many Zoner installations that used to be layovers for the Oracles. I barely remembered it from the last time we visited it, but they still greet everyone with open arms there. I've never seen one of those biodomes from the inside, but Kris offered me the opportunity to try some real grown vegetables there for a change, I'm looking forward to that.

This is where I'll leave it for now, but I'm sure there's more to write down soon.

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