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Audio Log 1

My first launch out of Porto Novo with my new Marauder was intense, having a ship all to my own and a few million credits to burn, I took off to meet and greet some people I worked for with the Gas Miners Guild and had them rig the ship with their best weapons. Seeing as I've enjoyed maneuvering and guns to missiles, I took the liberty to have them rig on six of their Photon guns, works like a charm.

So what do test these guns out on? I don't just go looking for a fight, I get paid for them. So I strike the first place I can think of having way too many pirates and not enough escort mercenaries, New York. Sure enough, outside Manhattan there was two traders, each paying a million for me to escort them. We jumped into Colorado and I finally got a target to test on, some pirate, no IFF signal, probably a lonewolf. Chased him off after a short beating. Leaves me confident in my new ship. Rest of the flight was uneventful, we went to Aoumori and back to Manhattan, and back again for a second payment. I got tired of drifting in formation with them so I split off to see more of Liberty space.

Didn't take me long, I came across a Dreadnaught and Orca getting ready to engage an overwhelming number of Rogues and Outcasts. So I tag near and they spotted me out, paid me well too, four million credits for one fight? Win or lose? Sure, I tagged along, didn't expect the odds we had. It was three rookies in bombers, some Lane Hacker destroyer and two fighters. The fight was intense, the Orca took the most hits it seemed, and I never caught anyone taking my six, so it was a shooting gallery. Never got a confirmed kill, but I kept them off the Liberty Dreadnaught long enough, wiped them out completely, right outside Manhattan. Getting paid was good, and even better when I took off and hit Freeport 1, talked with a Corsair and had a good chat, likeable man. Too bad he was headed out.

I think I'll waste some credits on a few nights of luxury dining and drinks, sleep like a queen for once. I had a busy week. Harley out.

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Audio Log 2

I woke up last night with a bad headache, and it wasn't the pricey beer last night. I had a wild dream, pink nebulas, a strange structure in space? Some muffled voice I couldn't make out. I felt like I had people glaring holes into me the next morning, something was wrong, I had this wierd pilot giving me a look like he was going to shoot me or something. First chance I loaded up on my ship, bought a case of guns from a Zoner there, don't recall his name. He seemed nice enough, first-rate repeater weapons, and an automatic in case I really needed it. Had a metal arm and I could bet his eye was a replacement, that scar was a bit unnerving, he must've been a soldier before a Zoner.

Took off and took a path back to Porto Novo, was going to have them upgrade the hull plates and reinforce the ship. I still have the feeling someone's watching me, or chasing rather, I booked it as fast as I could to Porto Novo, then I jumped to Gran Canaria, I left my ship on a dock bay and offloaded my guns, took some talking but the Zoners agreed since I convinced them I think someone might try something, besides, who can tell a pretty face in distress 'no'? Took off to some farming colony, and took a few nights in a more worldly retreat.

I headed back out after a few nights, that dream happened each night, only more disturbing. These blue ships, odd buildings, they're bothering me, I couldn't get a night's sleep in peace without some meds. I took off from Canaria and made it back to London, ran into a pirate attacking a trader and dusted him, the trader paid me well, a million for dusting some no-name pirate? Thanks much. I dozed at the controls, or I think I did on the way to Liberty, I thought I heard someone on my radio telling me to see this Shrine thing, when I called out some Kusari naval pilot cleaned out my ears with their wing-wong talk, so I jetted it back on course. I almost drifted into an asteroid field, I need to take some caffeine.

I made it back to Liberty, took a night on Bethlehem station, woke up in a cold sweat, in the darkness of my room, I felt like I was being stared at, looked at from all angles. I turned on the lights and nothing, I didn't sleep well, but I woke up chipper at least. The Zoners don't enjoy mercenaries, but they do enjoy our business, I bought a supply for exploring off of them, I'll take some inventive measures to see if anyone's following me, we'll see.

I heard one Zoner tell me it's a maniac's dream, something about the Wicked Witch in the North? I ignored them entirely, though I can't help but agree how some poor sod who's already insane might describe such a dream as that. Harley out.

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Audio Log 3

Things are definately spiralling from bad to worse. I took directions from a Zoner pilot I met in Theta, and worked my way out to get to Kappa, thats when I had either a psychotic episode, or my dreams came to life for a while. I passed by two odd planets and came in contact with four blue ships, biting back what was panic, I outmaneuvered and took them down. It didn't make the aftermath any easier. I admit I drifted for a while, unable to control myself. I thought those nightmares were just that, and here I was nearly killed by them. I took on board these blue pod objects, proof I'm not crazy at least.

After drifting for a while to sort myself, I scanned out the jump to Delta, and made for the Freeport 11 there. No encounters with my nightmares again, I took some time to relax and repair my ship. I outfitted it with more stable guns this time, and saw to a new shield modification. I took the grid map that Zoner gave me and used it to head towards what he called 'Nomad experts', this bunh called The Order, sounds like a bunch of nuts, but with what I encountered earlier, I have to think they might be more than loons with guns.

I barely made it beyond the Zoner satellite, and it was harder yet fighting the three groups of blue ships that chased me. I stripped my mine layer clean, and turned to engage them. It was a rough fight, my hull took a hole and my thruster was disabled towards the end. Countermeasures were empty and my cargo hold was full of blue pods, locked and sealed away. I finally made the jump to Minor.

It didn't take long, the planet was hard to miss, and even so the large amount of capital ships they had on duty. I turned over the blue pods to them, since they handle them, best not to ask for a reward, they might just decide to shoot me. I found myself interested after talking with a nice enough pilot for a short while. Some insane battleship was on the fritz, it crashed into the planet after making odd transmissions. Much like that blue ship I encountered that ran away. I left shortly after, no need for me to get killed cause they went crazy and decided I was an enemy.

I might be crazy, I always thought I could read people easily, predict what they're feeling or thinking. But now that feeling is more a certainty, such I proved to myself when I felt endangered by a pilot who at first I thought was checking me out. I took off in the early hours and he persued. I ended up shooting him down near some Corsair base. If something like that had happened back before the crazy dreams, I'd feel insane. I literally felt pain whenever I focused on the man in the bar at Freeport 11. He's dead now, some murderer or worse, I'll keep this to myself.. no need to make anyone think I am truely crazy.

On a final thought, I didn't want to mention it, but the blue ship that ran, I chased it through a jump hole, and on the other side, a system much like my nightmares were. I ran, I put full burn back to Freeport 11, I think I'll stay here as long as I feel safer. I might make my way back to Liberty space, away from this crazy system. Harley out..

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Audio Log 4

Its been nearly a year since my resignation from Bretonia's Intelligence division. A resignation over what I sometimes consider young anger, tossing my flight wings at my C.O. over him laughing at my story of a blue ship made of moving energy that shot up my patrol. It matters not, I've tracked these blue ships down, talked with all manner of nefarious sorts, nefarious to House authorities at least, and I've settled near Freeport Eleven, talked to a few good men at Toledo after shadowing an Order rookie to their jump. I can say my first few encounters were tense, no room to talk really, some of them a bit trigger happy, but I can live with that. After all, I was one of the few active combat women for Bretonia, competing with testosterone junkies was only normal.

I met an admiral of the Order fleet, I was impressed really, he didn't hesitate to tell me a history lesson and encouraged me to join. I am hesitant, I want to see more of them and get a feel for this bunch. Right now I pulled a favor, since I worked for the IMG and GMG, I landed a Pytho class bomber, something more suited for combat. Placed some military grade hull panels and got it going. I'll head back to Toledo within the cycle and do some more chats with the officers and bar hop on Toledo. Though I seriously consider joining these people, they want to fight a good fight- aside from the nutters who come around them wanting to kill and fight. Will have to get used to that.

As for the nightmares and such, I suffered a black out at the stick while en-route to Tau-44. I drifted through a radiation field and my hull was a glowing fireball by the time Colonials tractored me out. I can recall having a nightmare, fuzzy as all could be, but it was bad, threatening and menacing. I didn't feel safe again, so I'll be keeping on the move until I reach Toledo. No stops for me.

Audio Log 4, End.