Personal Log Darius "Dart" Striker

[DartStriker]

"In other news, a strange vessel entered Liberty space unable to stop it was brought to a halt by the valiant efforts of the LSF and Liberty Police. The pilot had no control over the vehicle and screamed about being kidnapped by the Order. The pilot who is at this moment still unnamed rambled for hours about how the ship he was manning, the CSS MidnightBlitz and her crew had been captured by members of the Order. The man continued to exclaim how he was the only one to escape. More on this at 6... now back to the sports.", Colony New Service Exert.

"That was how it started, to anyone who may find this in the future and wants to know my story. Actually in all honesty that was the second time it started. Many, many years ago I was a member of the Order. The Wing Commander of the 'Dogs of War' Squadron. We had been a last line of defense and in the final days of the war we saw more action than anyone. Lost a lot of damn good pilots back then, a lot of damn good pilots. I saw things that would have made others run weeping into a dark corner, but I made it through and I was changed. Everyone who came out afterwards was different, all of us heroes but that wouldn't last. As time drew on, and tensions rose I knew I wasn't ready for this again. So I called it quits, I told them to pull the plug, flash my memory, and send me home. That was before the fiasco with the bounty hunters and Liberty, and the Order now needs an old Dog to help pervade the ranks left by the death toll in this new blood bath.

It hit me all at once, seven days ago everything I had done, all the friends I lost all of it came back in a blinding jolt of knowledge. I have a bad habit of always obeying my masters beckon call, and this was no different. So I loaded up the freighter I've been flying got my crew in order and set off to Toledo. I was going to get back in the dirt, and become the nightmare of the righteous I'm tasked with defending. I offered a few of my shipmates the option to join the ones that said no, in return got their memory flashed and sent home. Now here I am, once again on the front lines fighting the enemies and demons from within and from without. I must admit I do enjoy it again, the thrill of the chase. Hunting down the wicked, and punishing the sinners. It sounds almost biblical, I guess thats why the use to call me a zealot, but I take my job dead serious. End Log Update 1"

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