Name: Jezelle Harlock
Gender: Female
Nationality: <strike>Britonian</strike> Libertonian
Date of Birth: 12.30.8** A.S. (Age: 19)
No Known Parasites Detected. No Known Virii Detected. No Known Infections Detected.
ATTN: LN Personnel
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Oi, Its Jezelle Harlock again. Some time ago, you gave me some good advice. Well, I took you up on it. Currently, I have quarters on Mactan Station. An arrangement between the Cap'n here and I was made. I go on patrol, they feed me and board me. By the way, why didn't you tell me Cardamine was like that. I could kill many... many... many... bounty hunters to keep it coming. But I suppose they'll be the least of me' worries in the long run. Back to me' tale. I came here from Manhattan. Your man was right where the dead drop said he'd be. I'm quite obliged to ye'.
Ye see, me' parents were from Dublin. Brilliant people, they were. So much so that Ageira decided to buy out their contracts from the Cambridge Research Institute. And so, with a little time in space, we made our way to Liberty. O' course, they ensured my future in their new contract. They agreed to a 30 year contract, Ageira made sure I was a citizen of Liberty. Even put me up in one of those orbital secondary schools. And I was content... For a time.
Y'see, Ageira doesnt take kindly to folk making gate equipment less deadly to the construction crews at the cost of their profits. My father, Edwin Harlock did just that, no' even knowing he would get fired, jailed, and made an example. They pegged some espionage charge at im'... And my mother... Ye May have heard of her, Danielle Harlock... Her maiden name was Emeraldas. The Danielle Emeraldas that invented mining interlock bracings. The patent they gave to Ageira to get their contract. They took her in too. Collusion, they said.
Well, that was the last straw, I'd had it. And after my previous years of interning at the schools Computer Core, I had the knowhow to make my escape. Do ye know what they make kids of "spies" do? They make them attend mandatory support groups for "children of corporate spies." 'Ow kind of em... Two long years of that.
So in my first break from one of the Ageira sponsered universities, while on Manhattan for the zero-G Volleyball regionals, I used the principals credentials to buy a ship. A terrible little vessel, but they don't pay him that much, I suppose...
And after getting to the Detroit munitions facility to use the credentials again to get something useful. My vessel index codes must've been compromised, because right after I managed to get some shipping schedules, I was being fired on by everyone and their mother. I got away by the skin of my starflier's parallax manifold... Which got blown off in a fight. I did get one of em'. And after sleeping in me' own ship for days; with no Parallax manifold, mind you; I managed to get a Liberty Rogue to take me into Rochester station. I suspect you may have some idea how great it feels to be free again after so long a time. But those Rogues, in return for a portion of the schedules (a small portion, I assure you), they gave me a few credits and sent me to Buffalo Station. And....
I tell ye... Something about the badlands makes me uneasy. Its not the closeness of all those odd asteroids. Its the fact that sometimes it looks like their all oriented the same way. It has to be a trick of the eyes. But I swear, I felt like I was falling. I managed to find a busted bounty hunter ship, full of weapons. Nothing too great, but when I got to buffalo, I had just enough to buy myself a Dagger. Even though I'd come so far, I felt like I had accomplished very little. So little to show for all the penance I'd exacted. I felt very alone at that moment. But when I moved through the gate to California I was pleased. Not by the Navy scum who immediately fired upon me. But the openness of it. I had asteroid belts to dodge through. Bounty Hunters to sell to the rogues. I'd never been one for selling humans, but those digits on me' credit chit were all the recompense I needed.
I stopped in Alcatraz for a breather, and they pointed me to my final jump of this odyssey. To Magellan, and the Hackers beyond.
I should stop here and tell you that I almost didn't make it here to Mactan. Waiting for me near California Minor was a small Navy Battle group. One cruiser, and at least 2 squadrons of Patriots following. I dont think you've lived til you've had to dodge Ion discharges being peppered at you while 8 navy light fighters keep pelting you with fire. Someone from Ageira must've spilled what I had. And they meant it. Sending a whole battlegroup to ambush me. I honestly don't know how I made it. I should be dead now. I just dodged and weaved until I hit a trade lane to anywhere. After taking it up a few hundreds of kilometers. I was safe. I set upon a very conservative route to the Magellan jump gate. I made it, and with a small firing on the San Diego Border Station, they decided to open up the gate for me. Once through I was home free. I set course for Mactan, making sure to take a wide winding route with double backs and decoy routes to shake off anyone who was following. I docked, finally, and finally got to properly outfit this beautiful ship. She can really jump about under fire.
Since then the local constable has been keeping me busy. He sends me on patrols for the Stations defenses. Although I get the feeling he's trying to kill me. It seems whenever he gives me a mission, there just happens to be eight to fourteen Bounty Hunters waiting for me. I love the money though... And the Cardamine... I sent this message via the Netcom Buoy System like you said, I understand that you said you'd be getting back to me when ye "damn well feel like it," but your words have been my only guidance through all this. And they have served me well. I look forward to learning more... And meeting you one day maybe... Whoever you are...
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