[font=Century Gothic]So it's like this...I figure I'll be like one of those starship commanders from the old holo-tapes and start my own "Captain's Log", but whatever, I just want an excuse to have a place to vent, to let go...maybe even argue with myself, hah! to be honest, nobody else is ever gonna read this, so what the hell? might as well talk to myself!
Officially, I'm Lieutenant Commander Rachel Baker, Commanding Officer of the New York Class Liberty Navy Gunboat "Lady Liberty". Age twenty-two, been in the Navy since I was eighteen, born and raised on Planet Los Angeles by a Police Cap...eh, the hell am I doing? this is a diary! it's supposed to contain recent events, not my damn life story!
Right so...I keep running into this Freelancer, name's Vincent Pryor, his ship is what got my attention the first time I ran into him, I mean c'mon, a Tridente that wasn't shooting at me? go figure! But it gets better...now we're bumping into another at least once during my flight time, be I on duty or off...I'm starting to wonder if it's coincidence or not. I'm betting not.
I mean...he's always there, don't get me wrong, I mean, he's nice and everything, and playful too...I think he's into me...but who knows? I mean, we've never actually met face to face...it just seems that way, what with him being playful...and protective...oh that reminds me!
We flew together out to Barrier Gate Station last night and some random moron in a Transport started threatening me...and Vince was right there, sticking up for me and threatening this moron that he'd blow him away in my name...Oh but there I go...rambling on eheh...I think I made him mad,
though I didn't get to think long on that...some pirates showed up on the tradelane a short while afterwards, nothing too exciting..just the standard scumbags acting all tough and then getting blown away, or running off with their tails between their legs...that fight ended quick though, we killed two of them, but this Rogue got away...I'm sure we'll kill or capture him soon enough though anyway.
Haven't seen Vince since earlier, probably scared him off or something.. Got bad-mouthed by some Freelancing Mercenary, put her in her place real quick though...ended my patrol, so here I am, in a bunk on Norfolk, staring at the ceiling and talking to myself...eck, my mind is a mess, maybe I really do need more downtime?...
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