Jace Riggs and his stalwart comrade Creeps the Kidd

[Hero540]

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[]Date: 02/20/819AS[]
[]Location: Rochester Base, New York System, Liberty[]

*Static and Shuffling sounds break the silence*

Alright. *Jace clears his throat* Uh, yeah. Bear with me. This'll be the first time outside of the LPI I've ever bothered to keep record of what's been goin' on with my life so far. Uh-huh. So, let's see. Well, today started out horribly. Why? I woke up ruttin' sober. Anyways, to the real problems at hand: keeping record. So that Junker, Frank Witcobb's his name, has been a real help. I'm honored, actually. First I'm watchin' him ball up his fists and I'm imagining the sickening crunch my teeth will make when his big fist makes contact with my jaw. Scared, I offer some kind words, and there ya have it. I never thought I would be thankful for ever serving in the LPI, but he was sure happy to have the information. Nothing major. Just some routes to avoid in all the systems in Liberty Space. What patrol path crosses which tradelane, and the sort. Most of the information was contained in New York, Colorado, and California, all the systems I would patrol regularly. I guess it was something he really felt he wanted. He jumped all over it. Hell, maybe it's not my fast talkin' or the importance of the information. I feel it had more to do with the sidewinder fangs we were putting away.

At any rate I've got my ship. I've decided to call it the Jack of Spades. Seems fitting somehow. I've already stenciled it on with some help from some of the more creative people who stop in here.

The Jack of Spades' Noseart

To sweeten the deal further, Frank decided to throw in a maintenance and data storage robot. The damn thing is kind of off-putting and creepy. Apparently, from what they told me when they dumped this skeletal, eerie, metal bastard in front of me is that he's been hacked. I know, I was confused as to what the hell that meant at first too, but it turns out he's now programmed to learn almost as a human does. Through witnessing the actions of others. Now wait, I know-I know'€”I though the same things too. Great, I'm goin' into a sort of shady business. It's likely I'll be on places you wouldn't really like to have mentioned you ever set foot on. The last thing I need to have is a ruttin' robot witness some slimy thug cap somebody in the forehead and have him thinkin' that's a socially acceptable way to say hello to someone. Well, apparently, they thought of this too. They didn't remove the coding that keeps him from harming people. Sort of cool. He already knows hurting people is bad. He also knows how to maintain a starship and has some rudementary knowledge on the systems outside of Liberty. Even better. The downside is he has some huge model name containing a bunch of letters and numbers, but I've just decided to call him Creeps the Kidd. I don't know why. First thing that came to my mind.

Creeps the Kidd

Frank really must've been hard up to avoid the LPI again. I almost want to ask him what they did to him on Sugarland...almost. I'd hate to ruin what I have going for me so far with my big fat mouth. As more work gets finished on the Jack of Spades, I'll be sure make another entry. For now, it's just sit here and wait--*There's more shuffling and a slight pause* --while Creeps stares at me with his hollow...souless...eyes. Creeps! Knock it off! Go watch somone else for God's sake! *A loud bang followed by inaudible shouting breaks through before the audio shuts off.*

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