Rebecca "Harley" Stokes

[Lieutenant]

Audio Log 3

Things are definately spiralling from bad to worse. I took directions from a Zoner pilot I met in Theta, and worked my way out to get to Kappa, thats when I had either a psychotic episode, or my dreams came to life for a while. I passed by two odd planets and came in contact with four blue ships, biting back what was panic, I outmaneuvered and took them down. It didn't make the aftermath any easier. I admit I drifted for a while, unable to control myself. I thought those nightmares were just that, and here I was nearly killed by them. I took on board these blue pod objects, proof I'm not crazy at least.

After drifting for a while to sort myself, I scanned out the jump to Delta, and made for the Freeport 11 there. No encounters with my nightmares again, I took some time to relax and repair my ship. I outfitted it with more stable guns this time, and saw to a new shield modification. I took the grid map that Zoner gave me and used it to head towards what he called 'Nomad experts', this bunh called The Order, sounds like a bunch of nuts, but with what I encountered earlier, I have to think they might be more than loons with guns.

I barely made it beyond the Zoner satellite, and it was harder yet fighting the three groups of blue ships that chased me. I stripped my mine layer clean, and turned to engage them. It was a rough fight, my hull took a hole and my thruster was disabled towards the end. Countermeasures were empty and my cargo hold was full of blue pods, locked and sealed away. I finally made the jump to Minor.

It didn't take long, the planet was hard to miss, and even so the large amount of capital ships they had on duty. I turned over the blue pods to them, since they handle them, best not to ask for a reward, they might just decide to shoot me. I found myself interested after talking with a nice enough pilot for a short while. Some insane battleship was on the fritz, it crashed into the planet after making odd transmissions. Much like that blue ship I encountered that ran away. I left shortly after, no need for me to get killed cause they went crazy and decided I was an enemy.

I might be crazy, I always thought I could read people easily, predict what they're feeling or thinking. But now that feeling is more a certainty, such I proved to myself when I felt endangered by a pilot who at first I thought was checking me out. I took off in the early hours and he persued. I ended up shooting him down near some Corsair base. If something like that had happened back before the crazy dreams, I'd feel insane. I literally felt pain whenever I focused on the man in the bar at Freeport 11. He's dead now, some murderer or worse, I'll keep this to myself.. no need to make anyone think I am truely crazy.

On a final thought, I didn't want to mention it, but the blue ship that ran, I chased it through a jump hole, and on the other side, a system much like my nightmares were. I ran, I put full burn back to Freeport 11, I think I'll stay here as long as I feel safer. I might make my way back to Liberty space, away from this crazy system. Harley out..

Audio Log 3, End.

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