On a Knife's Edge

[Lucend]

Comm ID: Agent codenamed "Grim.Edge"
To: Allied Order/Zoner Classified Field Agent Database (ACFD)
ID Trace: *Unencrypted*Battleship Isis, Omicron Minor*Unencrypted*

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Agent "Grim.Edge"

Age: 39
Nationality: Libertonian
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 125 lbs

Background: Former LSF agent. Joined the Order late in the Nomad War. Agent's former name was "Morning.Edge" before Nomad infested CO wiped his identity in an attempt to assassinate.

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Public log:

I have received my allotted credits and have purchased the new Nephthys VHF as ordered. It is a nice ship, but I do have concern with the Nomad blasters that have come with the ship. The dockhand said they would come in handy, but so far I fail to see the usefulness, especially with the risk that the alien weapons represent.

I have taken my new ship for several test flights around our space in Minor and 100. A special thanks to the Defiant and her crew, as they helped me in fixing my IFF codes and getting setup. Tomorrow should see my first expedition as I head down to Omicron Theta and check in at Freeport 9.

As a point of explanation on my course into Liberty, many have communicated the merits of Alaska and the quick route into New York. Although this would speed my way, it requires going through several Liberty Navy and Bounty Hunter patrols. My mission being a stealthy one requires me to find another way, and that way lies with Rhienland.

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Private Log:

I never thought this day would come, to be honest. Most who join the Order rarely want to go outside our territory. Ex-military mostly make up the ranks of the Black Squadron.

Now, after so long on the edge of this Sector, I'm getting out into a potentially dangerous world.

I don't like this, but I'll do it for my objectives, both official and secret.

Hopefully my family still remembers John Welks.

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"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."

Osaika Moto, the Fall and Rise of a Kusari Farmer

Juan Lucendez, √ Corsair