Entry#: 039
Date: 09 - 11 - 817 AS @ 16:14 SUT
Title: Apparently I'm a popular girl too.
A little birdie has recently informed me of some rather worrying bulletins posted around the bounty hunters' table. According to him there is now a 10 million credit reward for any information about me, my ships, my crew or my home.
I suspect it is this group of pseudo-thugs who I had had brief contact with immediately prior to deciding I wanted Tammy Cooper more than they did. I imagine their boss had a little cry when he read the bulletin telling him I was taking her as my bride, and ordered my termination amidst his pussy-whipped sniffling.
The Railgun, Biribiri and newly purchased Koneko Mk.II are stashed away in the Alsatia's cargo bay; Misaka, Kana and Fumika are all sound asleep in their quarters. I will fly the Alsatia out of Liberty space immediately and crash with our mates at Vieques Shipyard.
I have an inside line on an ex-military Rheinlander Valkyre fighter to keep a low profile while conducting business. Going for a great price too, only issue is it's been stripped to the bone. But of course that's no issue for someone like me, who keeps an armoury the size of a nation stashed underneath her pillow.
They greatly underestimate the abilities of a Junker with tits and a gun. My brain, my chest and my 9 mill are capable of getting me anything I want, anywhere I want, for any price I want amongst basically the entire Outcast side of the pirate order throughout the Sirius sector.