This is the personal log of Cade Harper, captain of... whatever this rust bucket's name will be whenever I finally pick one.
Like anyone listening to this will care...
Outcasts. Can't stand the frakkers. I had to file an insurance claim today on a previous ship of mine that was torched. Blasted insurance rep says they don't do "pirate attacks". Well I told him to stuff it 'cause this was an "Outcast attack". He then asks me if my assailant demanded money before shooting. Well, says I, yes he did demand money. "See?" Says the insurance representative, "it WAS a pirate attack."
Bugger that, I say.
The scragging cardi-sucker was lookin for a fight! It's not my fault he found me first! Well... maybe I was curious about the ship that had just arrived in system... and maybe that curiosity led me to get within shooting range...
Naw. Wasn't my fault.
*fist hits table* FRACK! That stupid... low down... son of a nomad! Caught me in mid-sentence with his first shot. All I needed was more time to "negociate" so the legals could show up and ice him. But no. He got fidgety and pulled the trigger. And now I'm four million in debt.
*sigh* Sure I'm alive, and alive is better than dead. But loan officers can't tax a dead body. And I'm paying heavilly for that blunder of mine. I should've just paid the 500K and been done with it. But then again that Outcast probably would've fired on me just the same. Probably would've shot me just for having Corsair guns on my ship. Not my fault they have good guns and don't mind helping me with my work...
Worst part about that firefight is I didn't fire a single shot. Didn't have time to. Thought my ship was solidly stocked with guns and ammo, and yet I didn't get to use a single one of em. Frakkin Outcast scum.