Madness as usual

[Funkz]

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OPERATOR CONFIRMED: LOGAN SINCLAIR
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This is Freeport 1, which we just left. Or should I say just escaped from?

Now, I never liked Zoners. Living reclusive on their remote space stations and colonies, claiming they're all neutral and they don't like governments. Always trying to keep that happy hippie image. Who would believe that, anyway? I knew that everybody is welcome on their bases, but I didn't know that armed criminals that want to kidnap your ship count as everybody, too.

We made our way to Graves Station in Dublin yesterday and invested more than 2 million credits to buy 4165 units of gold. Our destination is the Ring in New Berlin where the Rheinbank runs an office. That means we finally got to transport high-risk cargo again, the Victoria must look like a flying treasure chest to any pirate who scans us. We were lucky so far, a Police patrol escorted us all the way to the Omega-3 gate in Cambridge after they realized what we were hauling. Since then we were on our own. Dorothy was running out of kitchen supplies and Solomon wanted to check out the local Junker's range of refurbished engine components, so I decided to stay in the mooring of Freeport 1 for a couple of hours once we reached Omega-3.

I asked Ms. Gates if she wanted to go out for a walk to the port's biodome and we had a nice chat about the situation on the Victoria. The Freeport's cold metal plating was little prettier than the Victoria's hallways, but walking between plants and breathing their fresh air this far away from any planet was relaxing. We met Paul in the hangars when we returned. He said Solomon had taken over his watch on the ship and he wanted to stretch his legs, too. Silence followed, with Paul and Ms. Gates exchanging suspicious gazes. We headed back for the Victoria.

Only meters before the airlock they surprised us: Two Hessian pilots had been waiting for our return behind a container, they must have seen us when we were docking. One a monster of a man with a scarred face, the other small but athletic, with the coldest eyes I'v ever seen. Their black fighter pilot masks hung loosely on their uniforms. The giant grabbed Paul's neck and put a gun against his head, the other one pointed his photon blaster on Ms. Gates and me. "Geben Sie sofort auf! You surrender immediately! Your ship is Red Hessian property now, call your crew to open the airlock!" Before I could answer anything, Ms. Gates had already pushed me aside into a pile of boxes. She had her own blaster drawn now, don't ask me when she did that. As much as she surprised me she surprised the Hessians. Mr. Coldeye still tried to take aim when she had already fired. Paul screamed, a body hit the floor. She had shot the giant right between the eyes. Shocked by the death of his friend, the small Hessian missed and paid with a hit in his arm for that. He managed to shout something into his communicator before another shot hit him somewhere near his heart. "Get up guys, he called for reinforcements", Ms. Gates told us in a calm but serious voice. "Let's get away from here before their friends or a Zoner guard arrives."

And that was what we did. I'll have to send a transmission to the Freeport once we are out of short scanner range and explain why there are two dead Hessians in their hangar. Now even Paul can't have anything against Ms. Gates, she just saved his life. You simply got to love a woman who shoots down pirates without hesitation.

I wonder why she understood the Hessian though. "He called for reinforcements." I figured that out myself but she seemed to have understood him word for word. Looks like the amount of things I need to know about her is exponentially growing the longer she is aboard.

- Logan out.

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