Rebecca "Harley" Stokes

[Lieutenant]

Audio Log 4

Its been nearly a year since my resignation from Bretonia's Intelligence division. A resignation over what I sometimes consider young anger, tossing my flight wings at my C.O. over him laughing at my story of a blue ship made of moving energy that shot up my patrol. It matters not, I've tracked these blue ships down, talked with all manner of nefarious sorts, nefarious to House authorities at least, and I've settled near Freeport Eleven, talked to a few good men at Toledo after shadowing an Order rookie to their jump. I can say my first few encounters were tense, no room to talk really, some of them a bit trigger happy, but I can live with that. After all, I was one of the few active combat women for Bretonia, competing with testosterone junkies was only normal.

I met an admiral of the Order fleet, I was impressed really, he didn't hesitate to tell me a history lesson and encouraged me to join. I am hesitant, I want to see more of them and get a feel for this bunch. Right now I pulled a favor, since I worked for the IMG and GMG, I landed a Pytho class bomber, something more suited for combat. Placed some military grade hull panels and got it going. I'll head back to Toledo within the cycle and do some more chats with the officers and bar hop on Toledo. Though I seriously consider joining these people, they want to fight a good fight- aside from the nutters who come around them wanting to kill and fight. Will have to get used to that.

As for the nightmares and such, I suffered a black out at the stick while en-route to Tau-44. I drifted through a radiation field and my hull was a glowing fireball by the time Colonials tractored me out. I can recall having a nightmare, fuzzy as all could be, but it was bad, threatening and menacing. I didn't feel safe again, so I'll be keeping on the move until I reach Toledo. No stops for me.

Audio Log 4, End.

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My honest reaction upon reading the forums, whenever I rarely do. Joe Kucan, he's the man.