Tony Ristar

[TonyRistar]

Tony Ristar's neural net booting up.

Well well, hard to believe I've gotten this far. Officially an adult by Liberty terms, got my neural net activated for space flight. Should be helping my performance. The Outrider is...a mess, right now. I've not got any credits to fix up the thing, either. I guess I'll take her under powered cannons into space and do some mercenary work around Manhattan. Maybe theres something to shoot. If not, well I don't know if this baby will take me much further than the Liberty systems. Well, I'll see what comes my way. Until then, its time to do some grease work.

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[TonyRistar]

Log: 1:2:a
Not a bad day, not a bad day. Got the Outrider into shape, took her for a spin around New York. Shot down a few Rogues for some company named Universal shipping. I mean, I heard about'em on the news but I aint ever flown with them. Got to do myself a few a few test moves with the babe, my welding held together. Needless to say, I got a job interview in a few days and I get to shoot more things in the meantime. I love being me.

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[TonyRistar]

Log: 1:3:a

I can't believe I missed. Days before my interview still, and I missed that missile. It blew apart that LPI's ship like a can of beans. I hit it, I KNOW I hit it. I can't miss. Ugh. Maybe some time in the grease will clear my head.

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[TonyRistar]

Log: 1:4:a

Well, thats that. Got the job. Officially, the Ristar name can be carried on without...disgrace. A good deed, I'd say. Folks would appreciate it, if they were around. Ugh, only problem is these guys fly like a bunch've soggy potatoes. No exploits, no daredevils. I guess thats the corporate life though, there are worse fates. I'm thinking I might do a few...modifications to my baby. She'll appreciate the new lights, I know it. Plus some new weapons systems.

Lotta uppity women out here in the lanes. Hard to believe they're all single, ripe for the picking. Only so much Ristar to go around, ladies.

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[TonyRistar]

Log 1:5:a

We're supplying the Westfalen with hull panels, guess they're doing some big overhaul on that oversized brick in space. Rheinland hasn't been able to stop our convoys, guess thats why you pay for snubfighters instead of giant ships. Anyways, they sent a lone bomber after us. Hillarious, that. Shredded that thing like it was an old cheese and I was the grater. These guns pack a punch, I loved watching the hull plates of that Rheinland machine boil away as plasma struck it. Mmph, and the cannonball system I installed? Absolutely perfect. That thing doesn't seek too well, but when I hit that guy in the engines the amount of sputtering and destruction was phenomenal. Anyways, I impressed the Pres, I think. Told'em the guy on comms was a crazy cardamine head who was strapped with a bomb. Guess who was right? Thats right, this guy, Tony Ristar. I'm hardly ever wrong.

-Yawns- I hate the Texas system. Its desolate, empty, and the radiation in the background makes my skin crawl. But out here at the freeport in Bering? Completely different story. Theres good booze, nice lookin girls, and a few illegitimate activies to jump into, if you get my drift. Won a nice pot in some card games, got accused of cheating, but made off with the credits. Almost had to blast that stubborn Zoner, but he backed down.

Life is looking up, bigtime. Aslong as the pay from Universal stays good, I'll stay sharp. Its nice to be able to do the family name a good honor with honest employment. Prove you wrong, eh Jacobi?

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[TonyRistar]

Log 1:6:a

Eventful? Not really. Nothing to be really put here lately. Sucks, I thought I'd have a lot to record. I really don't, not today. Nothing worth recognizing anyways.

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[TonyRistar]

Log 1:7:a

Today was good. That Courtney chick might look hot but she's got no talent with the stick. A waste, she could really be better if she tried. Poor broad always flies the slow ships, probably an extension of her own bloated--Thats too far.

Anyways, after taking up a day to simulate some fights against everyone, and then doing some silly convoy for my oh-so might superiors, I finally got some R&R.

Bombers and very heavy fighters don't mix. Couldn't hit me if they tried, poor things. Was only a matter of time for me to vape those digital birdies.

Long day of piloting, time for some alcohol, and a good ol' fashioned card tournament.

Bet I win somethin' big.

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