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Story of an adventurer - Prysin - 11-30-2009
**Private log entry**
*Name: Richard "The slug" Landor*
As the Story begins, many years ago. I do not recall the time and date, my notes are old, my mind is dodgy, but one thing is known to me. It was a day like all others.
I was flying around siruis, still in my youth, adventurous, daring and somewhat foolish. My main way to make a living was undertaking small bounties at the stations and planets i came across. This was how i lived, this was how i wished to live.
One day, i came along a IMG station. Scarsely populated and battered by the outside asteroid field. Still they had managed to sneak in a ship-retailer in there. Mostly he would provide you with a small fighter of some sort, but he did also have a big ship, a sturdy one too. "Spatial" it was called. Large and bulky, with a huge shield and versatile cargo bay. Being the perfect explorer. I decided to buy one, it was as created just for me.
Many years later i found myself in the Omnicrons, a dangeorus place, riddled with pirates and hostiles. Only safe ports to find would be the scarsely spread freeports, tho the inhabitants were usually criminals, the zoners made sure there were order and peace there. On one of those ports i met some pirates, Corsairs, they said they were. Most of them were men, with the exception of 2 females sitting uncomfortably in the middle, with no were to go. They were talking about some troubble with their weapons, pulse weapons, so i decided to take my chances and asked if they needed someone to look at it. Me myself were using Debilitators, and to my relief they were a bit similar in construction, tho much was different. I tried my best, and it seemed to be just a minor powercable that had burnt off in the heat of battle.
A minor repair, thus time consuming due to the ships complexity. The corsair men were pleased to see the guns working, and assured me that if i needed an "upgrade" i could come by and they would look through the "surplus" storages.... I thanked them for the offer and returned to my ship one level down.
Some weeks later and i were out of money, again. As usual i took in at the closest base i could find and asked for small odd-jobs, soon enough i was contacted by a strange fella. He seemed sceptical to me, but said it was a piece of cake work.
One man had stolen something from him, and he wanted it back. The thief was nicknamed "longtail" due to his notorious habit of running away once in troubble. It didnt take long before i found him, and to my suprise he handed over the goods at once. I returned just to discover that i was being put under arrest for theft. I couldn't get it, what had i stolen? Wasn't this my employers beloning?
While sitting there i thought about how easy it had been stealing it, maybe that would be easier way to make a living?
Maybe.....
I soon found myself on the unlawful side, stealing what i needed, and maybe a bit more. Then taking off. But my Debilitators were getting old and worn out, and i met incrisingly re-inforced merchant ships. By some i got nicknamed "the slug" due to the fact that my less frequent baths was starting to set its marks. Thus i named my ship "Landslug", a name wich would stick to both your mind and nose once you met it.
Then on this day, i found my debilitators unsatisfying, thus i headed for Crete to get a "update".
**Log entry ended**
Story of an adventurer - Prysin - 12-02-2009
**Private log entry**
*Name: Richard "The slug" Landor*
*Name: Richard "The slug" Landor*
As i landed at Crete i found myself surrounded by suspicious fellas. All but the dockmaster and his crew was baffled by this rare visit.
"A spatial aye? Rare ship for someone to bring here. Very rare" the dockmaster said.
I nodded and stated my name and buisniss. Right away he took me to the right place. I was lead to a small pause-room at the dock while the dockmaster called for someone on his phone. After about 15 minutes a 'sair approached me. It was the same 'sair i had helped out at the freeport.
We discussed the use of some 'sair pulses, but the dockmaster said that the energy drain is so high that it would be better for me to just repair and re-tune my debs. So i told him to do what was best. Myself i was tired and needed a drink.
After 2 days planetside the work was done, i paid some 32500 Sirius credit for the work. And what a result. The debs was working perfectly again. But then i was facing a dilemma.
"How to stop a trader while its running when i have no CD? I cant have a wingman with me all the time either"
For a long time i thought about this, before reaching the conclusion that i should just let them run and take my revenge when i met them later on.
At the time being i headed for the Bornholm Depot were i booked in for a week. I needed a little break.
8 Days since i left Bornholm now, and im back in Liberty. The traders here are braver and tries to run at any given moment. Im struggling to make a living, and my Spatial is battered after dozens of Liberty Navy and LPI encounters. For the time being im stuck at Beumont base in Texas.
Luckyli some local rouges saw me fighting and came to help me. They seemed interrested in me, but i dunno what they have in mind. I will keep a low profile and stay safe for now.
Its morning once again, but now im stuck. Stuck for real this time. My beautiful spatial cough on fire after a Navy Cruiser missile ripped off 3 of my engines. Im afraid ill never leave this base again.
All i know is that im in a system were the junkers rule, Puerto Rico they call it, the station is referred to as "Arebico" tho many just calls it, "the first home". From the bar i can see a shipyard in the distance. Their making some strange ships there, referred to as Salvagers. Their huge, and go away for many days before returning with loads of scrap. Sometimes they return with battleship pieces and equipment.
Day 18 since i lost my ship. The junkers have helped me a lot, and now i decided to ask for one last favor. I asked if i could get a ship of some sort wich could handle firing a S.N.A.C . They had one ship, not as "cool" looking as the spatial, but well built and tough. Recycler they called it, but they were uneasy to hand it over without a notable ammount of money.
I offered 10 million credits, they mumbled something to each other before shaking my hand, saying "its a deal then".
Suddenly i was back in the pilot seat, the junkers used about 11 hours to remount the guns from the Spatial to this Recycler. Im excited as now i can use a cruise disruptor, and a snac too. Only time will show if this ship will be worth its price.
*Log entry ended*