So, Julian Grayson, quite the knowledgeable man, especially about ships...
There's something about him, he seems humble enough, but there's something about him, I can't quite put my finger on it.
I've only seen him flying his Griffin, but he says he only uses it for casual duties... or something. So maybe he's more of a figurehead than he claims to be, I'll have to see if I can do some digging on him, see what I can find out about him.
He's recommended a ship for me, as I feel my Eagle is dated and old... I'll have to check out the Falchion, though it's sold within the confines of Rheinland. Not entirely knowing my way around Rheinland space, if I were to purchase it. I'll need to get someone to fly it to Bretonia.
We'll see if this Mr Grayson's recommendation is worth while...
What can I say about Julian? He seems to be a common sight in Bretonia, always seem to bump into him. I guess that's a sign in itself...
Well, we went on a date, kinda? It didn't start out as a date, but I wanted to know more about him, so we played a little silly game, I guess I won because I was winning all the rolls, allowing me to ask the questions, and control the conversation. It went on for some time, turned into an interrogation more than anything. So I offered a chance for him to win, by buying me a drink, and he gets to ask a single question for it...
Ending it with a beautiful question... I think, I fancy him? We've agreed to see each other again at some point when we're free, but he's a good catch, and hell'ah polite!
I guess... A question saved - Is a question earned...
It appears Bretonia's need for freelancers has dried up, with little bounties, and BMM now able to sustain their convoys with their own escorts, I've taken it upon myself to return home, Liberty.
The flyback was interesting to say at least, a scanner full of Xeno's appearing to have free rein over California, fortunately enough for me, they didn't bother with me. I proceeded to New York where I attempted to contact an LSF Agent, who unfortunately had already engaged with the Xeno's by the time I did a U-turn.
One by one Liberty forces dived into the swarm, each one being destroyed, what happened to Liberty?
Either way, the Xeno's tolerated my presence, we got talking, soon learnt these Xeno's are as I remember. Murderous. Rampaging. Morons. Though I must say, they were entertaining, another female by the name of Olivia Sable warned me not to hang around them for too long. Which in all fairness was a warning I heeded.
Though now, I ponder which side of the law I'm on. I've flown amongst LSF Agent's, I flew amongst the Mercenaries of the Reavers. I've flown in formation with the BAF against Gallia.
I can't help but wonder which life would be easier for me if I am to remain in Liberty.
It's been a while since I updated this log, though I have been considerably busy with the recent move. The contact I spoke to in the Corse has offered a position amongst their organisation. The negotiations were, strange to say the least.
They have hired me more for my hunting experience rather than diplomatic skills, though I can understand why.
For a Gallic organisation, I thought it would be problematic for the Gallic to work alongside a Libertonian, though to my surprise, they have been most welcoming, within the Corse anyway. I am yet to see if I turn any heads with the Gallic authorities.
With the ability to now work within Gallia, I seek the justification of the royalist which remain hidden amongst the Gallic Government, though this much be a self project, I doubt the Corse would appreciate me snooping around their governments business.
But for now, I have been assigned mainly towards the Taus, stopping any shipments of Cardamine through that known region of space. Heh, starting to get flashbacks.
I doubt I'll have much time to continue to update this log, though I think I'll mainly use this as a personal log, rather than going into my work with the Corse.
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