"Since I've joined the LSF, my life seems worth being documented. I'll probably say everything that's happened during my shifts, as well as while I'm off duty. Hence why I'm putting encrypted coding into some sections, for security purposes.
Let me begin. My name is EmilyAnderson, born and raised on Trenton Outpost, New York. My farther was a engineer working for the USI (Universal Shipping Inc.), and my mother was a traveller, I didn't see much of her. With only my dad to look up to, I began looking towards the stars, which seemed so close, and yet so out of reach.
When I was 16, my farther started my pilot training: cruise engines, shields, all the basics. It was only until one of my farther's friends, James Noxville, introduced me to his son Henry. James was a mercenary, he taught Henry all the combat skils I needed. Me and Henry 'hooked up' and became a couple, while me joining training programs within USI. I passed my courses, and programs, blah blah blah, becoming an escort pilot for USI.
Though everything was looking great, something horrible happened. Henry was lost, he wasn't himself no more, he joined the Mandalore Mercenaries... and that was the last time I ever saw him alive.
After being in the USI's employ for 2 years, I thought it was time for me to try and make a difference in Liberty. I joined the LSF and left Universal Shipping Inc. One of my mentors, Jeffrey Adams, was in charge of the Security Department. He taught me a great deal about fairness, and leadership, and motivation. Leaving USI wasn't the easiest thing to do, but if I was going to defend Liberty, this was my chance.
The first day flew by, I was assigned my Guardian, I mean the ship, not an actual guardian. Anyway as I was a AiT ( Agent In Training ) my missions were brief and simple. Simple Patrols across Liberty, here and there. Shoot down some Pirate blah blah. One of the things that took me by surprise was how many of the male agents tried to hit on me, are they need clingy ?
You would think that joining the LSF wouldn't be much differant than the survices I did with USI, but it's all the secrets hidden behind locked doors. Alaska, a system hidden by a minefield, only to contain a huge ice field as well as aliens known as 'nomads' . It was scarey at first, but a system with the force of a fleet I knew I would be safe as long as ships were near-by. Going into Alaska, and then returning to New York, it's mad, Alaska has little civilisation, but as soon as you enter New York, the comms are filled with convosations. Getting use to it, as well as LSF is going to take time, and effort.
I was doing my patrols across Liberty, when a channel opened, I didn't know who it was, It wasn't a distress call. I allowed the channel to remain open, a man called Christopher started talking to me, he seemed to have a Gallic accent, just a little but noticeable. He seemed friendly, and boy was he. I kept the channel open even when I was off duties, he was a amazing, he wasn't to cocky, he wasn't full of himself, he was perfect, we spoke for a while, about histories and family and all. It turned out, he was from the Omicrons, a place with Nomads, It was great talking to someone who I didn't have to lie to. Though it turned out that he was a Order Pilot, fleeing from his home. He lived in Gallia, a safe place for him and his sister to live, thats what he told me. I feel sorry for him, he's a nice guy, and get he's lost so much. I met him in Baffin, with the charming Zoners. He was so charming, and peaceful I ended up.. sleeping with him.
The problem is, it's my job to keep The Order at bay. To defend Liberty from terrorists groups. If I've slept with someone who used to work with the Order.. what does that make me ?
Only a few days into my training and I'm already struggling with decisions. One thing is for sure, I really like Chris, really really like him, I want to spend near enough all my time with him, and yet, if I do, and get found out, what would become of me ?
I havent heard from Chris in a day, maybe It's because I'm becoming grabby, but I don't know if he liked me enough to ask me on a date the last time. However, I came home from work to this letter :
Quote:Dear EmilyAnderson
Okay so I'm not formal at all and this was all for show, but I found out where you live through a few of my contacts here and there and thought I'd drop a little note by, I will be resupplying a transport at Baffin in two days and I have a second spot in the cockpit seat if you wish to come out and see what Gallia is like and what I call home."
Your Sincerely
C "Devia Lupus" D
t sounds great ! If he's invited me to go to Gallia, and possibly meet his sister which lives with him in Gallia, maybe this could mean something ? Though, the fact still stands, he was part of the Black Squadron, and part of the Order. I don't know what to think, what will everyone at LSF High Command think ? They would probably go ' It's your personal life, keep it out of work life' though, this sis the Order. They might not be so welcoming. One thing is for sure though, I am going to Gallia with Chris, not matter who tells me it's wrong.
Today was not the most enjoyable occasions. I was called out with Dr.Stone, doing patrols around Liberty, when I call came in about a unidentified vessel within Alaska, as we scouted Alaska, we found that the unidentified ship was a Order Osiris. I was in my bomber, and Stone was in his fighter, he wasnt much use, so he radioed for help, while I engaged. I manage to damage the shield, but not enough to cause it to go down.
Order - Verin
After a short while Nikasha arived with a Bomber, though she was shortly taken out by the battleship. The escape pod was released and was beamed in by Stone.
Stone reported the BS, and the LNS-Pegasus was en-route.
When things started to look up, another Order Battleship jumped into Alaska
I'm going to skip the boring stuff, the first BS took heavy fire, and retreated into Minor, followed by the second.
Today I was invited to go on my first Recon mission along with Director Wolfe, and Advisor Johansen. I thought it would be good to go along, and see whats what, as well as knowing the chain of the command. I'm use to talking to O'Connor, Stone, Robinson, and the sex mad Boothe. All of which are the same rank as me. It felt weird that all those people who I mostly speak to as friends were saying ma'am and using code, all to impress the higher's.
Anyway, we did a Recon into Delta, avoiding Order ships through Minor. few bases were scanned, as well as nebula's. Having never been to Delta, it was a amazing experience.
We went back through to Alaska, without any trouble from the Order. I couldn't help but think that if I joined the LSf earlier, I could have been trying to avoid Chris, a thought which scares me, further more, I'm scared of what the other may think, or say. even when I've got friends within LSF. It's just life, I guess.
Anyway, we went to New york, and did a few patrols, after a few minutes, a report came in from Wolfe, that there was a Lane Hacker within New York, we all grouped up and began searching, all in luck, we found him, and neutralised the threat.
Today started as any other day, but ended up with my Avenger getting wiped from service and my body in the medical bay.
I was patrolling New York with Robinson when a call came about a Order BS in Alaska, we both responded, as we arrived it was taking fire form the bases, but soon got out of range and opened fire on me and Scott. The Grandbell arrived as well as O'Connor. I couldn't really help much, I used my Mini Razor and Screamers as much as I could. But I wasn't the best ship against a BS.
I began a mine deployment run, the Bs targeted me, it took down my shield within seconds, and wiped hull form my starboard wing, causing oxygen to be sucked out, I surprising escaped with my life, but with a fractured arm.
Doctors Report
- Emily has fractures to her left arm, it should heal within time or 5-6 Weeks. Emily should remain on duty as the fracture is minor, but pulling her out of combat situations when possible is recommended, having Emily in combat situations may result in severe damage to the arm, which will not yet be fully healed as well as more possible injuries could arise.
[color=#FF99FF]I've just come off duty for a while, I need the sleep, after doing a escort run through Bretonia. It was nice to escort again like my days during USI.
I happened to find Gruzland in space too, a old friend of mine, he was a Junior Cadet in USI. It was good to see him after so long, to know he's good and all.
On another note, me and Chris have agree'd that both of us being together wouldn't work out. He's risking his life to come and see me, and I'm risking my life by being with him.
[color=#FF99FF] My fractured arm is annoying me already, it's got the directors worried. I got the report that the same battleship which destroyed my avenger, and gave me the fracture. I called in a LNS Dread, as I wanted this Osiris down for good ! It took a while to find, but we found it, and sadly we couldn't engage. A automated battleship was with him. Robinson was in his bomber. Mount Iliamna joined in the search.
As we all observed the situation, it was clear we couldnt win, even with the capital ship support we had. The automated ship was too strong. I called it a operation and ordered the call to return to primary patrols. Cyclone, captain of the Mount Iliamna, was clearly worried about my ship condition and ordered me to go see the doctor, he even gave Robinson to escort me to the doctor, to make sure I did. Mainly because of the hull damage I took.
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Doctor Report
- As this is the second time I've seen Emily within 3 days, it was clear she had been involved into another combat situation. I did a X-ray of her left arm, and saw that the bones had moved further away, this will take longer for the wound to heal, though now it is more serious.
- I want Emily to be restricted to patrols, any combat situations should not involve Emily's ship. If these conditions cannot be met, I am here-by ordering Emily to take a few days off duty. I am also allowing her to take some antibiotics for the pain.