Entry: 0075ABY-1
Ejecta of: Mongoose Class Vessel
OO: Logan Michaels
Life Sign: Weak/Near Death
Local: Star System: UNKNOWN..
EVA: Atmosphere Extreme Radiation/Magnetic Fields
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Tyber Zann has asked me to spread our Defilers far and wide in search for acquiring new tech from either the Rebels or from Fleet. I had been waiting for this for weeks. Sitting around idle is not for me. This time, I think Ill see check in on our spies in the Outer-Rim Network and see if theres any buzz
I got a CC from Decherd, a lower ranking Outer-Rim Defiler Boss. Apparently, he has been doing well. He has located a Weapons Lab, Codenamed Tango-Sierra, a few miles below the crust of Wayland. But not only that, has corrupted enough of its security patrols to gain unrestricted access to its facilities. He says he has found something there last night, which is sure to spark my interests. I am no fool; those wishing to advance in the Consortium have played this card before. But still, I will fly out and meet him near Wayland, on the other side of the star, to avoid detection. He better not be trying to cross me out there. Just in case Ive informed Urai Fen of my plans to meet with him, to which Urai has pledged to shadow me out there as a precaution.
Incredible if a word of it is to be trusteda weapon system, designed to be ship-mounted and fired, capable of more destruction than that of a Death Star? It MUST be mine. Decherd could have brought this to Tyber himself if he wanted to, and would have soared through the ranks Whats his game? I have relayed the same to Urai who is as guarded about all this as I am. Nonetheless, in collaboration with Decherd and his spies, we are to move in tonight to take this weapon system for ourselves. I should have it mounted on my ship if time allows.
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S: It looks like you may have a place in the higher echelons after all, Decherd. Quite the operation you got going on in the middle of forgotteness
R c1: Thank you, Michaels. I thought you, of all the other Minors, would approve. It is why I only extended the invite to glory with you Friend.
S: I still have a hard time believing this weapon system IS what you claim it to be not only that, but you were able to get it mounted on my ship
R c1: It seems you have doubted my resourcefulness Yes?
S: It is not your resourcefulness that I doubt, Decherd.
R c1: Oh
R c2: Logan.
S: Yes, go ahead Urai
R c1: Urai? Here?... Michaels, I see you brought, assistance
R c2: Shut your cock-holster, Decherd, before I make my blades the last thing you taste Logan, we must not make haste my far sensors are alerting me of an impending Imperial Fleet, with several Star Destroyers.
S: I should have known Decherd, you swamp-gas loving rat!
R c1: Putting it together now, are we? The system you have is the prototype it doesnt even work right. I kept the fully-functioning one for myself, and when the Fleet gets here and sees you with it mounted on your ship, theyll destroy you and, to my extra delight, Urai. Once they do, Ill go before Tyber Zann himself and present the weapon to great fan-fare. HA!
R c2: For this you will pay with your life Decherd! DIE!
S: Urai! Destroyers just jumped in on our 6!
R c2: If I die today, I will have the satisfaction of taking him with me!
R c1: You too are no match for. (Channel Lost)
R c2: I told you, you would die Decherd.
S: Great NOW CAN WE GO?!
R c2: My Hyper-Drive is off line! It was hit by Decherd
S: What! Can you get back up?
R c2: It may take a moment
S: You KNOW we dont have that! Quickly fly towards the stars chronosphere and try to hide The radiation should limit their sensors ability to track you
R c2: What of you?
S: Just get it fixed and well jump-out together Im going to see if this piece of junk-weapon does anything at all
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I awoke to a crowd of nurses and what appeared to be authorative-figures around my bed. I have no direct memories of how I got here or for that matter, dont know where HERE is Last thing I recall was trying to raise Urai by comm, with no answer, at the same time fighting off over a dozen TIE fighters. And just like Urais Hyper-Drive, mine gets hit in battle as well. With no other recourse, I had decided that this would be it and
I fired everything I had at one of the Star Destroyers that seemed to pickup on Urais trail. Not that my ship was any match for a Destroyer, I just wanted to catch their attention. Then, as I was firing, that weapon system fired off a shot of which Ive never seen before. You could see thru the projectile but, at the same time, follow it as it almost EM in nature When it reached the Star, it turned the Star a Thousand shades it color. It was like death had been bottled up and shaken, exploding his wrath on it.
I had noticed my hyper-drive coming back online when the Star gradually started to condense. I was in awe of this, apparently so was the Fleet that had stopped engaging me to watch as well. It quicken pace, shrinking while continuing to change hue. Im not one who understands much, but knew enough to get out while I could. Kicking my thrusters in high, I sped out of there with no idea if Urai made it or not.
As I passed Wayland, my ship registered a gravitational anomaly all around me. The cold, dark, empty space looked strange, almost tangible. The Star had collapsed and began a new life as a Black Hole. The Fleet had become one of its first victims. I was sured not to become its next. So close to a Black Hole and strange radiation readings, I know it was a risk I had to take jumping. I had the NavCom quickly plot the closest planet and jumped. Thats it all that I can remember.
Entry: 0075ABY-NA02
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: Hang Over
My head is still spinning and aching, but the doctors here say Im gonna make it. They say Ive been out for a couple days. When I asked how I got here, they told me a trader beamed by pod aboard his ship a week ago, and that it was found floating in space between two stars in this system, shortly after a freak electrical/radiation storm. When I followed up about my ship, he says the trader made no mention. I ask again about my health, he relates that if I were out there any longer, I would have surely died. I asked to see the trader and he tells me hell be back, that hes on a trade mission transporting prisoners to and from New Berlin. When I asked where is here, he replied Perth Station of the Edinburgh System.
He closes with the fact that, the authorities here want a word with me as soon as Im able to handle some questions. I dont like the sound of that whats worse is I have no idea what/where this New Berlin is I gotta get out of here quick, before these people alert the Fleet of my presence. But first, I need a ship and that trader and I are gonna square off
I had been noticing, out my room window, some fairly odd looking ships coming to dock none Ive seen before or recognize. It would be interesting to see what other kinds of tech these people have around here. I find it hard to believe that I find myself yet in another forgotten parsec of space? If true, then perhaps the Republic has no idea Im here?
I also heard mention of the trader that brought me here is in fact here today, so I asked the doc to relay a message to him and that I wanted to personally thank him. Hes expected to visit me soon, after stopping by some commodities broker. Doc also says Im just about ready for those questions from the authorities. When I asked why so, he says that Im ready to go when Im ready to go.
This is good, for it appears the fairly large, boxy-looking ship belongs to this trader of mine I think Ill make my leave now.
After stowing away on this ship for what seemed like days, and with a make-shift blade, I cornered the pilot coming out of the Head. Oddly, there was no struggle. He told me that I can have his ship and anything I wanted. I admit I was surprised at that. Fearing it was a trick I knocked him out and tied him up. When he came to, I had some questions for him. Long story short, Im in the Sirius Sector heading to Holman Outpost in the Tau-31 system.
None of that still makes any sense. He told me there was no ship when he tractor-ed me in to his ship, just debris and that I am dressed like an unlawful which I will assume is supposed to be an insult?... He showed me some star-charts of this Sirius Sector and a chill went down my spine. I knew they werent fakes. But where was Bespine or even Dantooine?
Even a bigger question still is, how am I to get there? Just as much bothersome, when I mentioned the Rebellion or Darth Vader, he had no clue as to what I was talking about. Even the term force-sensitive threw him for a loop. The old trader had pretty much dismissed what I had been saying, just as much as I did him.
Entry: 0075ABY-NA10
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: Coming to Terms
While in still Tau-31, he we had made a stop at Planet Harris. It appears we are beginning to trust each other, as he had allowed me to sleep in any of the ship quarters that werent already occupied. I happened to wonder into a place of business that sold ships, and I needed one badly enough to steal it.
During my recon, I spoke to a rep there and he showed me on that was of an experiment. The specs look to rival those of my ship, minus the lower class weapons. When I tried to purchase it with Credits, he kept me there until security arrived. Just as they showed up my trader friend showed up and cleared up the mess.
That was the slap in the face I needed. For up till then, I had still hoped that I wasnt far from home
Entry: 0075ABY-NA13
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: New Wings
My Trader friend had allowed me to soak and play out my slight mental depression in peace. I had snapped and he knew it. Most people who claim to be loaners, like myself, have no idea of the true meaning until everything you knew to be true is taken from you. Then you are a true loaner
Im back in the saddle and Trader is now fully extending his hand to me. He made me partner in his affairs and now for each run we do, I get 20% of the profits. Its a piss in the bucket when you consider the Billions Ive dealt with while working for Tyber, but has to do for now
He has planned several trade runs that will eventually take us to the New York System a place, he says, one can start all over if he needs to which is right up my alley At which, Ill part ways with Trader and begin my adventure of finding my way back home
"The meet between Good and Evil will be his darkest, yet finest, hour;
In his battle he will need to take unto him justice, for his armor, and righteousness as his blade;
All that is unholy will be destroyed, so that Mankind may begin anew;
So that the Evil that once was will again, never be...."
These last few nights were restless. It has dawned on me, the opportunities that lie in wait is enough for someone with vision to make an empire with. The riches, fortune and infamy to be had, is enough to make me shed a tear. I cant wait to get to the New York System.
Trader has bought my own set of Star Charts and a used set of chart plotters. He is under false-pretense, due to the circumstances around my being rescued, that I have little knowledge of such things. I will not correct him in his thinking - for the time being, as he may come of use to me in other things.
If ever I thought to change my life, now is the time to do so. No one knows of me here and it seems the person I once was is starting to perhaps fade. All my life, from child-hood, Ive been on the wrong side of things. Has fate intervened on behave of change vises death? Have I been given a fresh start, to become a better being or is the the opportunity to create my own dynasty?
Entry: 0075ABY-NA17
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: A Path Not Taken?
I cant explain it... It seems like my mental brake had reset something in my brain. Or perhaps it is just knowing that I may never get back home, that is bringing this about. I will tell myself that it is the long hauls between stations & planets - the loneliness - that is the cause.
I have never let someone get close to me. Yet, dealing with Trader comes with the ease of a many year association. I am still somewhat guarded to his actions - for it is still my nature, but less so now.
More so, never have I come across anyone so willing to lend assistance without wanting something in return. Perhaps that deal is yet to be seen....
Entry: 0075ABY-NA21
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: Close Call
We were attacked as we were attempting to dock at Freeport 6, in Tau-29, by an "Outcast". Indeed Traders vessel was no match for this fighter class ship, and barely made it. Large holes were shot into the cargo hold, and we lost a thruster engine.
It seems this kind of "Hit & Run" tactic is the norm here... Stories of Pirates and the likes lying in wait, close to trade lanes, disrupting them as ships pass thru... I would have never lowered myself to such tactics - for I enjoy the fight too much.
This "Outcast" is indeed lucky I do not have yet, a formidable ship and that it was not I he so cowardly attacked.
Entry: 0075ABY-NA29
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: Words are Low; Emotions are High
It is becoming less and less frequent that I find myself writing a log. Trader and I are now full partners and I get 45% of the profits.
The ship had been attended to just after the incident reported in the previous log. That attach left me confused. Thinking that if Trader had somehow died and I survived, then the ship and its contents would be mine. A real Something-For-Nothing gain.
Conversely, I am still not as familiar with this area of space and would still need a navigator, if only to avoid fishing traps and the likes.
True, his company is fine. But I gather anyone elses would be just as so.
"The meet between Good and Evil will be his darkest, yet finest, hour;
In his battle he will need to take unto him justice, for his armor, and righteousness as his blade;
All that is unholy will be destroyed, so that Mankind may begin anew;
So that the Evil that once was will again, never be...."
Entry: 0075ABY-NA39
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: Eyes Wide Open
I... I hadnt been this close to death in a while. There was an explosion in the cargo hull, apparently a short ignited some fuel from a leaky container. I had just been in there minutes before hand. Upon dogging-down the hatch between the hull and the rest of the ship - it happened.
The explosion was so large it blew the door off and knocked me away with it. I had hit my head up on the far bulkhead, about 15ft from the doorway, and was knocked out. When I came to, trader had already tended to my wounds, one of which had a piece of shrapnel 2inches wide that went in3 inches deep.
I had lost a lot of blood, and needed some quick. It seems like my luck never fades, for Trader was also a gunship medic in one of his past lives. He had stitched me up good and gave me 1.5 pints of his own blood to boot.
I was never one to shy away from my duties or responsibilities. And have always paid my debts in full - never once shy of a marker. To that end, I have decided to stay with Trader - as a Life-Debt - for all that he has done for me - without any hesitation on his part. I only hope that one day; I may do the same for him.
If there ever there was a time I believed in Guardian Angels and the stuff of Ancient Earth, I would say that, that time is now and that one is here.
Entry: 0075ABY-NA47
OO: Logan Michaels
Abstract: Tears of an Angel
Alast another skirmish, this time, with a Pirate. Again, attacking the trade lane we were in, disrupting it, he broadcasted across all stations, that he is to tax us for his "protection" while in this system. Which was of a high price; one trader was not willing to bear.
While he and trader bantered over the price of such protection, I raced to the turret chair. Traders turret chair had seen better days - it no longer had any panels and was exposed to the cold darkness of space. One would have to wear a space suit in order to use it.
I had dawned my suit and head into the chair and caught the last of traders transmission - That he would pay no such fare, then the comm went dead and Trader kicked on the cruise engines to run. We had taken several hard shots, but managed to escape. When I was sure we were clear, I returned to the bridge.
Trader was in bad shape the Pirate managed to get off a couple shots into the bridge. Shrapnel laden Traders body; so much so, that you could not see any flesh. He knew this time his ticket had been punched.
I had seen many fall before, none of which stirred any thoughts or emotions. This one was different. I had seen Trader as not a comrade, nor a mentor, but something different all together. He was family now. And only the trouble of family can tear on one like this. More so, I had not the experience in this arena before; of having to deal with these emotions.
Trader had the face of a warrior, facing down death fearlessly. My words of support fell upon him with slight comfort; his face tells of the extreme pain he was in. In his final attempt to speak, I was asked that in my search for home, that I be true to myself and follow the path that is seldom traveled. And by doing so, will be the way that I find peace within and hope for Mankind; as we are in Dark Ages now.
The last of his words were slightly above babbling, that I could not make out. I had accepted his wishes, to make them my own.
I laid trader in come canvas from the hold, and wrapped him well. At the nearest star, I ejected his body out of the hold and watched, what seemed like hours, his body gravitate towards the star. His body was engulfed and emitted a strange flare, as if his soul was saying goodbye one last time.
I never asked his true name, and he never called me out about calling him Trader that was the way of him. I am stronger now for having known him and will carry out his wish to the best of me.
"The meet between Good and Evil will be his darkest, yet finest, hour;
In his battle he will need to take unto him justice, for his armor, and righteousness as his blade;
All that is unholy will be destroyed, so that Mankind may begin anew;
So that the Evil that once was will again, never be...."
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