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Jesse Casas - Tequilla.Sunrise - 06-15-2010 Log Entry Jesse Casas Finally got back in the air. After losing the first Rebel, I couldn't afford to replace her... damned Corsairs. There's a reason I left those guys, they've turned from erecting an empire of honor to one of petty crime. But what I'm doing seems to be little better, now... Oh well. *sigh* No going back. Anyways, I finally managed to get enough cash from my security job on Sheffield. Got a Manta, but I needed a loan to equip her; something I had forgotten to account for. I figure I'll rack in some quick and easy bounties to pay them back. I flew down to Omega 56 to kit the Rebel II out, smacked a few Corsairs and Hessians around. Got myself some decent armor and upgrades, then headed for the other Omegas through Dresden. Ended up in Omega 7, taking down a Phantom of all things. That'll help my reputation surely... it seems people have forgotten me since I've been out of space. I still know a trick or two. I headed down to Omicron Theta after the adrenaline rush wore down. I wanted to see... well. You know. Or at least I do. And that's all that matters. Stopped over on Freeport 5, where I'm writing this. Guess that's all I've got to say. Jesse Casas - Tequilla.Sunrise - 06-15-2010 The sun beat down on our heads. We were gathered in a field, me and the familia. Somewhere, from the middle of the crowd, there was sobbing... All I could do was grit my teeth and stand at the back of the gathering. First was humiliation. Then, as custom dictated, the gathering dispersed piecemeal until only I was standing there, looking at my father and naked sister, her ankles and wrists bound. Tears ran down her face. Something crawled in my stomach; this was wrong, this was disgusting. This was tradition. Alexa's only crime was falling for a Zoner and planning on running off with him. Poor guy was bound similarly in the house, waiting for father's retribution. By the end of the day, they would both be dead. My sister for being labeled a whore, and him for... well. I sighed and looked my sister in the eyes for the last time. Then I walked away. And I kept walking, walked the twenty miles to the nearest spaceport. Got in my ship and took off, never to return to my home planet. They call me a traitor, but I like to think that they betrayed poor Alexa. Jesse Casas - Tequilla.Sunrise - 06-16-2010 Log Entry Jesse Casas Moved from Freeport 5 up to Rheinland. Omega 11 to Stuttgart. There I heard a distress call, some pirates hitting a trader... I sent an encrypted message to the trader asking for directions, and he told me they were in grid location B4. I made haste, but it was on the other side of the system. I got there just in time, too. There were two Corsairs, in Stuttgart, holding up some traders. When I arrived the Corsairs cut their losses and opened fire on the trader... or at least the bomber did. I got on him hard though, while the Titan was trying, and failing, to put me down. The trader escaped, and then it was a good ol' fashioned 2-on-1. I was determined to win. And I did. Both targets down. A passing Polizei ship complimented my skill... he got there right as the Titan exploded. I then went to Omega 7, as I hear a lot of action is going on there lately. Surprise of surprises... two more Corsairs, and this time two traders scrambling for Freistadt. I jump on the Corsairs again... this time only one dies, while the other flees to Omega 5. One of the nearby miners paid me, too. Nice little bonus. Hopefully the Military will send the checks for those kills soon, I could use the cash. But the folk around here are treating me like a god damn hero for putting those Corsairs down, so... I'm not complaining for now. Ended my stint on Freistadt, and about to go enjoy a nice cold one. Jesse Casas - Tequilla.Sunrise - 06-17-2010 Log Entry Jesse Casas I decided to move up from Omega 7 to Deshima. A nice long walk to clear my mind and maybe collect some escape pods to pawn off there. Also give me a chance to collect some bounties on the way there, and I could use the change of scenery. The trip through Rheinland was uneventful. Nothing but a Bundschuh Sabre without any guns, which I let go... I at least have some honor, unlike those Corsairs. In New York, I came across an Outcast and Xeno having a friendly chat. Odd, I moved closer to investigate and things got heated. Almost turned to violence, but I withdrew. They were women, and they were having what appeared to be a peaceful discussion. My decision to pull back had more to do with the latter... I don't like jumping guns blazing into people's business like that. In Colorado I picked up some ident signatures... Rogues, of the PLR variety. I'm not used to Liberty, so I have no idea what the "P" stands for. I don't really care, either. Three Barghests and a poorly armored Werewolf? Hell yeah I'm gonna gun for a few credits. And I did. They led me on a chase to the Galileo jump hole where the Barghests fled and the Werewolf stayed to distract me. It didn't shoot, but I'm not stupid; I knew he was only waiting for his buddies to come back in Werewolves, or maybe even gunboats. I started blasting for him, hoping to clear him out quickly, before they could get back... But I was a bit too slow. I didn't stop to count, but two or three Werewolves jumped back and started shooting. I kept on target, though, and managed to wear him down without taking too many hits. He jumped to Galileo, bleeding atmo, while I had to switch my HUD to 'manual' and take my hand outta my pants due to the numerous targets on scope; most of them gnats. But I got the guy I was gunning for. The other Rogues pulled tight around Padua, their base, in a defensive stance... and I backed off. I'd have to be stupid to gun for them around their base, where not only could more launch, but they could dock and deprive me of credits. I continued on my way to Deshima. By the time I got there, I had a hold full of escape pods, and they sold for a pretty penny. Jesse Casas - Tequilla.Sunrise - 06-17-2010 The Hunters of Rostock didn't believe me. I wouldn't either, if a Titan showed up outside my station surrendering. They didn't take any chances; I was told to eject, and so I did. A passing Hammerhead tractored me in while the others blew up my ship. I winced. That thing had been expensive, and held more than a few memories... like when I had taught Alexa to fly, or the first enemy ship I had shot down. No matter, I guess. When they got me on the station, I was put in an interrogation room. And for the next 24 hours, that was my whole existence. The window gave no view, the lights buzzed constantly, and the Hunters drilled me. I gave them everything I knew. Patrol paths, pilot names, equipment loadouts. When they were duly satisfied that the information was good, they let me out. Gave me an ident card. Gave me a ship, too. And they put me in the sky, hunting who I had formerly protected. When asked what I wanted to name my ship, I knew what I wanted, but the first option was already taken by someone else on the base: Turncoat. I went with my second choice, instead... Rebel. Jesse Casas - Tequilla.Sunrise - 06-18-2010 Log Entry Jesse Casas From Deshima, I decided to swing over to northern Kusari to check and see if I could maybe collect on Kusari's bounty on Dragons or Golden C. Some KSP officer told me to beat it over New Tokyo, and so did a Hogosha transport full of artifacts. I wasn't in the mood for loitering, especially where I wasn't welcome... so I made haste for Hokkaido, and found the jump hole to Chugoku in the Guild archives. There was no map of Chugoku though, so I had to stumble around to find a way out... Needless to say I found their giant asteroid base. Luckily, I also found the back door and let myself out; to Sigma 13. From there I swung down through Rheinland and back to Omega 7. No notable encounters. Jesse Casas - Tequilla.Sunrise - 10-16-2010 My quick and ragged breathing fogged the glass of my flight helmet. Tiny warning lights blinked all over the cockpit of Rebel which informed me of numerous problems. Problems was an understatement. My hand shook as I tried to steady the ship, wrestling with an unresponsive joystick. A Titan zoomed past the cockpit view, and the HUD in my flight helmet was showing four more Corsair Titans -- all elite pilots. I was alone. Taunts poured through the comm channel, but I could hear none of them. My ears were ringing and filled with my tremulous heartbeat. The entire cockpit was bathed in red as the most important warning light (hull breach imminent) activated. Then my entire body seemed to crumple as the ship lurched; a stream of Salamanca fire blew a chunk out of my engine block. Drifting, I knew Death to be near. I could see Him, bathed in a black, unholy light. The ship shook again as it drifted into an asteroid, then another; it came to rest. And I waited. All systems were offline, I could see nothing but the swirling green cloud outside. The killing blow never came. And so I waited. Jesse Casas - Tequilla.Sunrise - 10-24-2010 Everything was fuzzy. My brain felt like it was made of wool, and my vision swam. The onboard clock display was cracked; all power was lost. I was living on the air in my suit, which was fast depleting. I thought of Alexa. Of how many of my former brethren I had led to death. Of the sins of my life. Of redemption. Perhaps the oxygen deficiency was playing tricks on my mind. Perhaps my mind was recoiling from the stark reality of my situation. Perhaps, moments from death, what I saw was as real as what I saw when my sister was killed in cold honor. Whatever it was, I saw the Angel of the Lord in this, my most desperate of times. And he descended upon me through the canopy. And he said to me: "Sinner, you have led a life of treachery. You have betrayed your own kind. Betrayal is the worst of all sins. What have you to say for yourself?" He spoke with the authority of God. I had little choice but to respond: I have betrayed only that which has betrayed me. I stand by the things that I thought as important; my sister's memory, my honor. The Corsair nation... they are the ones who have been led astray. I know I have made mistakes. I know myself to be a sinner. But betrayal... that sin lies on the Corsairs. This is what I thought. All I said, however, was a gurgle. My mouth and vocal cords would not work. The Angel pulled away from me some, passed out of the cockpit... and a light shined in. I squinted, and there was a Zoner Eagle. Jesse Casas - Tequilla.Sunrise - 12-12-2010 I recuperated on Freeport Nine for two weeks. A wandering Zoner in a forbidden cloud had found me and pulled me from the wreckage: a stroke of luck so brilliant as to border on the miraculous. Several times during my stay in the medical wing, I questioned what I had seen. It seemed to vibrant and real to be a hallucination, but isn't that the nature of the mirage? Everything else about the ordeal was vague: hours and minutes blended into years, though it turned out I was only trapped in Rebel for a few hours. I decided, eventually, to become a praying man. After my release from medical, I looked into extracting the wreckage of my ship from the cloud. No Zoners were willing to spare anything big enough to move it, though, not even the one who rescued me. Eventually, Hunter patrols that scanned it said it was too beat-up to be salvaged for anything but spare parts anyways. Then I realized that my neuralnet was significantly lighter after the Zoners extracted medical expenses: I wasn't going anywhere that involved me owning a ship for a while. I managed to hitch a ride from a fellow Hunter to Sheffield, where I began working where I could to enforce station security. I began to save, and that is where my present situation began.