Biography and log of Ivan Slava

[Strichev]

<span style="font-size:8pt;line-height:100%] <div align="right]Planet Hamburg, 23.3.816
My biography
I was born in 15.1.793 on trading ship between Texas and Bering. My father was a bounty hunter and so was my grandfather. For many years I lived on planet Hamburg where I got a job as an mercenary escort pilot. Shortly after I bought new bomber, (for which I took a big loan at some junker), everyone I knew died in a bisare accident. Shortly after the war between Liberty and Rheinland broke out and with space traffic reduced to almost nothing I lost my job. With no steady flow of income I was unable to pay back my depths. The junker that loaned me 25 million credits was far from happy. He took away everything I had. Then, with nothing to do and no hope for better future I fell victim of an alcohol addiction.
Only recently I`ve decided to change my life to better and so I joined the Bounty Hunters Guild.

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Personal log
Planet Cambridge, 23.3.816
My ship is finaly ready to fly again, that air leak realy scared me yesterday. I will see what will hapen today.
I have bad feeling.

Well nothing happend at all. Not a single damn criminal around. Perhaps I`ll move to Liberty because these Rheinland and Bretonian criminals are too good at hiding. Althoe I might have some problems in Liberty...my past is catching up.

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Freeport 1, 25.3.816
Im on Freeport one now, and someone has been folowing me all day long. Im getting realy worried.
That face...I think I saw that scar somewhere before, but Im not sure where. It could be just my mind playing with me. Its newer nice when you recive threatening transmission. I`ll save it here.

---Incomng transmission---

Your past....that belongs to me!
I know everything and so do you!
Your mistakes cannot be overlooked!
You have no more time left in your sand clock.
And the clock of doom is ticking....tick tack..tick tack...
Darkness aproaches...from all corners and you have nowhere to run, to hide. You wil suffer under the burden of your past actons!
I know everything and so do you!
Your time has run out....and I will make you pay for all you did.

---End transmission---

I found my picture with knife in it this morning beside my bed. There is nothing I can do. Who did it? Why? That are the qestions for which I have no answer. For now.
I fell that I`m safe when on my ship, despite of treacherus black emptyness that surounds me.
This is all fir now. I`m headed to Omega 11.