Sex, Drugs & Rock n' Roll

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Sex, drugs and Rock n' Roll - I've had plenty of those things before my life turned into a casual one, a life my parents would be proud of, I've a stuffy job at Interspace, just like them ... F@#k 'em. Kinda' funny, 'cause since I was "kidnapped" by those Rogues couple of years ago, I've sworn myself not to live a life like my parents wanted me to. And now, look at me. This illness, myatrophy, has forced me into the wheelchair. I'm feeling like a wildcat, being held in a cage. Funny, I was kind of happy at first, but now ..? No, that's just not how I want to live. Hold on ...

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Just look at me. I'm wearing a freakin' tie with a blouse...

This job though, has one bright side - Money. With this money, I was able to prepare a surgery that'll hopefully get me back in kickin'. They'll be putting robotic implants into my body, sounds pretty freaky huh ? Well, it is. But if this actually works, and regains my old strength, I swear to god I'll be back to my old life. I'll blow up my bureau and get myself fired.

Funny thing number two - I've paid a load of money to even get that job. I've hired one of the best Hackers to delete my criminal history from the Liberty Authorities just to be able to live a normal life. Not being able to walk makes you silly in the head, it seems. But not for longer. I'll get my fleet back, the Praeclarus as well as the others, I've been lying to my friends regarding this, told 'em the Scylla was destroyed by myself. It's a lie, the Praeclarus is hidden, in Texas. The big radiation cloud ... Grande Negra ? Yeah, I think that's the name. It's turned into an offline mode, but the automatic turrets should work, even if someone's silly enough to fly in there, and spots it, no one would be able to actually capture it before I do.

Once I've done that, I'll need to contact my friend on Malta, a drug-boss of the heavy sort. He gave me many jobs when I was still kickin'. Made loads of money that way. I'll need money to get everything back running again ... it'll be a long road until there, but I'm confident.

That's it for today.

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Mornin'. I'm currently lying flat on my bed here in hospital, on Planet Manhatten. Just a short update for the log, my body is currently regenerating from the surgery, which was a success by the way. I should be up on my legs in a few days, if I'm lucky.

Oh, I've also been able to successfully reach my contact on Malta, and he's ready to get the business back running again. This should give me quite a little boost of my income, so I can rebuild my fleet.

Apart from that, I've been sending one of my earlier crew members, who is still loyal to me, to Texas, to look for the Praeclarus. He said it's still in a good shape, and only needs a few adjustments done to get back running.

Quite a few good news for a start, that's all..

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'Ello again there. Tuesday 14th of June 818 A.S., I'm on my way outta' hospital. They said I should stay for a few more days, but I felt friggin' good today.

Being able to walk again is a true sensation, trust me. Everything goes like I planned, like I wanted it to. Now ... I must say Manhatten's streets are rather ugly, look at all those people with their suits and briefcases, being drilled by the word of their bosses at work. They all live to work, pah, pathetic.

And I seriously wanted to start a life like -that-, I must've been on f#@$king weed back then. Anyway, before I went to the hospital for my surgery, I actually put a bomb into my office, told'ya I'll blow up my bureau, I don't do any half-assed things. 'Tis gonna' be a nice little firework just for me...lemme' get out that camcorder.

Alexis could be heard digging around in her bag, a little 'beep' signalizing she's turned on the camera

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'Aight, where's that remote ... ah, there we go.
Sayonara, assfaces.



Whooo! Now that's a way to celebrate! Now it's time for me to take my shuttle to space, n' to get out of this crappy life, later !

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Mornin', 22th of June, pretty early ... either that or I've been sleeping for ages. Anyway, there's a few things to say.

First thing would be that the preparations regarding the salvage of the Praeclarus is almost complete. Next thing I'm gonna' do is sending a lil' drone, so I can get a clear view of the "wreck" myself. I know, my crewmembers said that it looks 'aight, but I want to see its condition myself.

Even though the shields are supercharged, and the armour plating is top notch craftsmanship, the radiation in there didn't do anything good, rather the total opposite. Frankly, I think it's goin' to take some time getting it in good condition again.

On another note, the deal with my contact on Malta is runnin' perfectly. Some of my older crewmembers are doing drug runs twice a week, which boosts my income quite well. And hell, I'll need every freakin' penny I can get my hands on.

Now, there's something else that happened yesterday. I've met an old ... "friend" again. Mason's his name, a really handsome Navy-fella'. Not sure if he's still workin' as a Navy pilot, but hell, who cares ? He's a bomb in bed, and I'll sure as hell make sure that we'll meet again. He told me he broke up with his earlier girlfriend, Catherine was her name ? Yeah, anyway, I think they actually wanted to marry or somethin', that sucks. I feel sorry for him, just a tiny bit. That bitch must've really f!#@ed up big time. But hell, none of my business.

I'll report back once I've sent a drone to the Praeclarus, until then.

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Evenin', 4th of July. Things went rather slow recently. The drone I've ordered didn't move its arse until yesterday. But well, finally got the results o' it...Lets see..

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:::diagnostic result:::

>>>location: texas system, sector 6C<<<
>>>subject: Scylla Class Destroyer "Praeclarus"<<<
>>>priority: [color=#CC0000]HIGH<<<

:::results:::

scan 01


scan 02

>>>hull condition...[color=#009900]OK<<<
>>>shield load...CRITICAL<<<
>>>radiation...MEDIUM<<<
>>>overall condition...salvaging recommended!<<<

:::end of diagnostics:::

Hm, well crap. That doesn't look as good as I imagined it t'be, sadly. Guess we'll have to move in there with proper equipment, 'cause of this f@%&ing radiation, then take care o' the obviously broken shield generator and get it outta' this freakin' cloud. This is gonna' be a tough nut, but well ... wouldn't be Alexis Glover if I would fail that, which I won't.

That's all...

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Morning, 9th of July. Have been sleepin' quite well, actually. Met an old friend of mine yesterday, name's Veera. She's a cutie, really ... n' a damn tiger in bed if she wants to, hah.

Anyway, that wasn't the only thing that happened yesterday, 'part from that we've finally been salvagin' the Praeclarus. I imagined it a lil' more tough, really. But uh, might be that way 'cause all I did was orderin' my crew around. So, I should probably pay 'em extra for the work done ... since it was quite a bit. 'Course we moved in there with radiation suits, nasty things, makes'Ya look so fat in 'em. But they serve their purpose after all ...

That freakin' Giger...Geger...Geiger-counter, that's it, Geiger-counter went nuts in there. The radiation was higher than expected, so we had to hurry sorta'.

Even got a picture of one o' the hallways, doesn't even look that bad ... jus' needs momma's love again.

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A lil' dirty, but hell, apart from that ... it's still my baby.

Things went really good, the engineers made sure that the shield was properly loaded again, n' brought the main-core back online. Since I've got a competent crew, everything went clean n' quick. We got outta' that cloud in time, n' moored on Beaumont Base, Junker's place. I'm on quite fancy terms with 'em Junkers, so we got clearance.

What's gonna' happen now is cleansing. My men n' women are gonna' clean the ship from the radiation. I'm no rocket-scientist, so I got no idea what exactly they're doin' there, but hell, they're professionals.

My baby should be up n' running soon, that's all..

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16th of August, good afternoon there. It's been quite a while since I made my last log, but 'ell. I've been busy, busy with whinin' bitches, for a change, usually it's whinin' boys.

Lotsa' crap happened since the last log. Basically, I've been kidnapping people again, oh silly me. Silly, why ? Because it's the worst thing'Ya can do, if you pick out the wrong victim. An' of course, I picked out the wrong one. Lil' Carrie, is what I call her. She's a poor lil', drug addicted, psychological wreck. She looks like sum' teenager, but I bet she's been through lotsa' crap. She can barely get out a normal, fluent sentence without stuttering, or choking on her own words. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I think she's goin' through hell with a trauma, probably rape.

Anyway, things been all fun' n' crap at the beginning, then she was only weepin', not something I enjoy, at all. Luckily, we've been meetin' with one of her old friends, atleast I think it was a friend of her, the other day. Crap went pretty cash, she was somekind o' Navy pilot, my favourite kind of hostage. She was pretty, well built, a nice rack as well. What more would I want ? And hell, she even exchanged herself for lil' Carrie, jeez'. Bitch must've been either crazy, or just plain retarded.

Now, her name's Aleesha, n' she's a far more enjoyable hostage to hold. She even asked me to drug her up, so we could enjoy our crazy first night fully. And hell, she's been one tiger in bed.

Sadly, I think the drugs didn't do good things with her head. Each day she got more n' more annoying. Been weeping just like lil' Carrie, bitch got me annoyed as much. Dunno', maybe she had her period, dunno' dun' care.

Few days later I let her go, she got on my nerves. She was too hot, not only her body, but the Navy was on my ass the moment she was missed for a day. Can't risk being caught like that. I had my fun, that's enough.

Now, I can finally attend to more serious business after I dun' have to babysit some bitches on heroine. The Praeclarus is gonna' be cleaned this weekend, can't wait. I'm sick n' tired of 'em dirty, rusty hallways. I like my killing-machine clean.