[font=agency fb]It all started as a joke. Young and naive, we tried to make easy money. This was 17 years ago. I won't tell you much about the past because it's not that important but the present, well, the present is a great story that deserves to be told.
Like I said, 17 years ago, Arty, Peter and Charlie started smuggling weapons outside the Republic. We were selling the small arms to gaians, mollies and even corsairs. Thing is, we made a mistake and we were caught. We spent 15 years on a prison liner. During the time, we realized the wrong doing and decided to help the Republic after we get out.
And now, here comes the actual story. After we were set free, I managed to raise enough money to buy an old bomber. With it, I started to hit the traders that were passing the Taus. Thing is, the fleet found out about this thing as well and tried to capture me. I managed to flee. They lost my track somewhere in Tau-29. I managed to get to Baffin where my ship decided to shut down all systems. Of course, this also was a great time for a small ion storm to hit me. I ended up away from the navigational pathway, with only the life systems online. But faith smiled upon me and a Zoner patrol destroyer found me and repaired part of my ship's engines. They even offered me a temporary home on one of their bases. After I discussed with their administration and assured them I won't hurt them or their friends, I went to the repair bay and fixed this ship.
Now, I also informed Peter and Charlie of where I am and if they want to join me, to take a transport and to make sure they're not followed. I don't want the colonials to find out where I'm hiding. Meanwhile, I'll take the ship out for a spin in Liberty. I'm sure I can find something there.
[font=agency fb]Looks solid. The traders in Liberty are filled with credits, ready for me to get them. Of course, two thirds of the income was sent to the Colonial bank accounts. Today, I will hit Leeds. I heard there are rich traders there as well.
Now, I met a girl, a very young girl unfortunately, ehe. She's affiliated with the TAZ, the people that offered me a place to stay. Now, she didn't give me her name but she's a very pleasant person as far as I managed to see. However, being so young, it will remain only a friend, but her mother... oh well, I have no idea about her mother, just that she's living on the same base as I am. This needs to be investigated in my free time.
What else should I say? I destroyed a few transports yesterday... Made sure that the civilian personnel got to safety, so no human casualties.
[font=agency fb]This is starting to get serious. I'm in Leeds, 25k above the plane with all the traffic and stuff. My engines are fried and the ship is running on impulse speed. Problem is, I'm going up. Thruster, weapons, Supernova, everything that could generate a little impulse is broken. Comm systems are out, lights are also out of action. However, the bateries are at 80%, I got water and oxygen for two weeks and even some food, for three, maybe four days.
How did this happen? After I successfully pirated a guy, I started my cruise engines and headed above plane to lose my tail if I had any. Problems started when I decided to stop the engines to hide my heat signature. I didn't stop the ship, just the engines. Surprise was on my face when I tried to power them up again. It's been one hour since I'm drifting. A simple calculation shows that I will go like this for another three months before stopping at 600.000 k from the center of this system.
I already tried to break an exterior pipe to make the fuel burst and generate impulse but it didn't work. I think I will take a break now and sleep. Maybe I can save some oxygen. This, might be my end...
[font=agency fb]Day four of my slow death. I just had my last meal; a small piece of bread with a dried fig. And now all I have is water. I'm at 98.000 k from the center of the system. I can see all of it from here. At least I will see something beautiful while I'm dying.
I tried to make contact but no use. Waste of energy. All I can do is pray but I got to say that my trust in the Kawbol Gods faded. But I'll pray. Maybe they save me from this.
[font=agency fb]Day six. I'm so hungry that I started to eat the isolation of the cables that I have access to. It seem to work, but I don't know if it really helps or it's just a mental justification. At least I got water.
I'm at 112.000 k and the ship slowed down a little. Nothing that I try seems to work.
I was thinking of my childhood lately. Fun times... you know, it's funny that they say your life passes in front of your eyes fractions before you die. But that's only true when you die fast. When you have a slow death like I have over here, you have the time to analyze the details of your life. When I was 5 or 6, I stole my father's side arm and started to shoot parasites. Of course, my family had a few problems after this event; most important was the one where my father lost his right to use arms. It's funny now if you think of it... he wanted to become a cop but they refused him exactly for not having the right to use a weapon. The transport with the guys that were accepted suffered a terrible accident and everyone died. I've done good things in this life, even if most of the people think I was a scumbag. Heh...
