Forlorn d'Autoine's Records

[Eduard]

Name: Forlorn d'Autoine
Born date: 787 A.S
Age: 31 years
Height: 191 centimeters
Weight: 89 kilograms
Race: Gallic
Affiliation: Order

A short note:
My name is Forlorn d'Autoine as you probably know, and I was born in Gallia on the planet named New Paris.My parents loved me very much, my mother was a singer and my father was a captain in the Gallic Royal Navy.They loved me very much and they fought to give me the best education available.
My father wanted me to join the ranks of the Royal Navy, like he did, though I was sharing my mother's artistical tastes.I was very fond to art, and I couldn't miss those concerts my mother participated in the bars at midnight
The only thing that I loved more than art was space.I couldn't wait to embark on a ship and explore the vast, dark sea which succumbs you into it's darkness.Because of my love for it, I decided to join the Royal Navy, as it was the only way to get financing for a ship of my own, and thus, having the chance to explore the sky.
Few years later, the internal war between the royalists and the council broke.Sadly, my mother and father were killed in the fightings, my father dying in battle, and my mother was killed by a squad of royalists storming the bar were she was having a concert as they were planning to exterminate possible council targets which resided there.
I was clearly devastated about my parent's death, and so, I left everything behind, Gallia, the Army, the Internal Wars...And so I fled to Sirius trough the Jumphole in Orkney after it's minefield was cleared

A new destiny:
After my arrival in Sirius, I decided to settle down in the New York system where I tried to have a restart of my life and continue my dream of exploring the space.I joined an Deep Space Exploration and Research team which were responsible with the exploration of the edge systems.That was clearly, my dream, having all the space, in front of me.We left the planet New York and head to the, so called Omicron Systems where we started our chartings for making the maps of the omicron systems
In the year 816, the day when I finally got 29 years old, we arrived in the now called, Omicron Iota, a vast open space unknown to me back then.
We were about to start our operations, but we spotted strange activity on the radars, the signal getting higher and higher, it was clearly that someone or something was closing on us.When the ,,Things" got in visual range, we were able to identify them as purple ,,squids".Those ,,squids" were actually the Nomads and they were closing rapidly at us.They finally closed in weapon's range and so they fired all their weapons at us destroying the ship.I barely made it trough with the escape pod, which drifted silently in the unknown space, the attackers, went back, leaving behind, the scrap metal of the ship they destroyed.
I was drifting in space for 2 days, cold and starving, my oxygen levels almost ran out.Before the oxygen completely ran out, my escape pod was tractored in my something.I couldn't see what exactly it was as the tractor beam appeared out of nowhere.I could only pray that it wasn't the nomads and it wasn't.The tractor beam shortly stopped, and I found myself inside a battleship of human origins.I was then, greeted by my saviors, which introduced themselves as The Order, a paramilitary group.Their primary goals were the eradication of the nomads and protection of human kind.I heard few about this Order, in Gallia, but I knew that they are the good guys.
Nonetheless, they left me at the ship of a Zoner pilot which agreed to take me back to Liberty, leaving me in Pensylvannia.I didn't stay long there, as I was anxious to meet again with The Order because I had to join them.I felt that the nomads are a serious threat on humankind, and that they must be stopped, after all, I thought of my parents when I made that choice, who knows how many lives would be devastated if the nomads were let in the Sirius systems

With the Order:
I met a Deep Space pilot in Liberty, which agreed to take me to Omicron Minor, which was the main base of operations for the Order, their main HQ being Toledo at that moment.Once there, I met someone named Tyrael Johnson, a friendly guy which was part of the Order, with which I soon became close friends, and which helped me join The Order.
He helped me buy the right equipment, giving me a Nephytis also.We then made several operations in the Omicrons together doing our best to fight against the Nomads
The current ship still, failed to rise to my expectations.I needed a much more fast, agile ship and so, the Bastet was my perfect choice.

The Genocide of Toledo:
This tragical event bears many names, some call it ,,The battle of Toledo" , others ,,The massacre of Toledo" but I came to use the name ,,The genocide of Toledo"
It was one of the most tragical events I could have lived to see, after the death of my parents
The Bounty Hunters, came to attack Toledo, planning to conquer it.We had a rough time defending it, but then, out of nowhere the Nomads came too, attacking both sides.It was a triple sided battle, 3 sides fighting for it's own.
My bastet was seriously damaged so I returned to Isis,Order's main battleship, for repairs, a wrong maneuver I may say, as then, Isis was attacked by the nomads, destroying it.I was trying to escape then, but the explosions marked me with serious burns on my whole body, making me unable to move.It was a clear death for me.But while in my shredding pain, a strange figure came and dragged me up to an escape pod.I couldn't see who he was as my vision was blurry but it had to be Tyrael.
The escape pod managed to get out, before Isis was completely destroyed and so I came up again, floating in space again, my dream becoming my prison, for the second time.
I was saved though, again, by a group of people looking for survivors and so I was taken to Akabat, Order's refugee in Omicron Mu.

The aftermath:
I was rapidly sent to medicals, where they treated me for my mortal, life endangering burns.They applied some kind of paint on my skin.This paint had a remarcable molecular structure and so, it was healing the burnings, slow...but steady
I was released from medicals, before planned,though I still stayed like 3 months there, as the Order needed wingmen, and fast to rebuild from the tragic loss.
With my burns still unhealed, still filling the pain, but with my body still fully covered in that ,,magical" corpsepaint, I continued my duty for the humankind and so, I came to investigate the possibility of a BHG presence in Theta which could threaten the safety of Mu.
When I got there, there was nothing, but empty space.I had a strange feeling of Deja Vu, as if I was relieving a similar moment, and thus, my radars detected strange signals.It was clearly nomad activity.
I have been ambushed by nomads.There were like 5 fighters so I had to make a run for it, but they were blocking the JH.I had no other way but to fly in the direction of the sun seeing the scraps of the BHG ships nearby, the supposed targets I had to find, I knew I didn't want to end like them, so I made a run for it.
What I didn't know was that, the sun spew forward, strange radiations.The pain, was...undescribable...A feeling that I will never forget.The radiation had a strange effect on my skin, and paints, actually melting them both.The nomads seem to abandoned me, yes, they weren't as stupid as me, so I quickly turned around and left trough the JH.
When I arrived in Mu, I saw what the radiation has done to me, it combined the ,,corpsepaint" with what remained of my skin.Making the paints, and my skin as one, giving me the monstrous look I know have to bare

Present Day:
After a few weeks of isolation, contemplating about my current status, I decided to return back and continue my goal, in protecting mankind alongside the Order from the Nomads.
Back in Mu, at the Taba Border Station, I met Tyrael again, it was clearly a surprise for me to see an old relative again which I thought I lost at Toledo.
We then began our operations together for the second time, continuing to fight with the nomads and protecting mankind

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King Eduard is the greatest

[Eduard]

The Horus Unit:
I was offered an invitation to join the Horus, a secondary unit belonging to the Order.After lots of careful deliberations and thinking, I have decided to join it as I seen a lot of potential.
The truth is, that a book should never be judged by it's cover, Horus, was a unit with a lot of potential, but their leader, lacked the talent to unite them and to put discipline.And so, because of the lack of organizations, yesterday, a fight broke out inside the Horus unit.It appeared like a couple of agents who didn't followed the orders of their superior were attacked as a form of punishment by the unit's leader, and so it escalated in to a form of mutiny I may say.That lack of organization left everyone unaware to the BHG threat which attacked Omicron Mu and so we were caught by surprise, and thus, even if we lost a handful of ships we managed to drive them back.Today, I have decided to cancel my application to join the Horus unit.It could feel like an insult for it's members, but my Gallic honour dictated me that it was the right move at that time
My friend, Tyrael is part of that unit as well, and so, I hope that I didn't hurt him by leaving.Afterall, I consider him being the leader Horus should deserve to have as he is surely able to raise the unit to it's potential.



Memories of the past:
After the today incidents, I decided to retreat in my apartment in Akabat where I peacefully checked my neural net log for any messages I may have missed but I came upon to an old journal of mine.It was the journal entry which I made before leaving Gallia.It hold many valuable memories and files.An example being an image of my former self, before the tragic burns and radiation that afflicted me:





It was an image of myself back when I was at the Academy trying to become part of the Royal Navy.Sweet memories.I find myself in a barrier between joy and sadness relieving this memories I had.Even though it hurts me to think about my parents, my past, my former self, I simply can't forget about all of this, I simply can't forget about the good times I had in academy, the girls I met, my mother's concerts I went to, my training sessions with my father, and so on.
After a long watch trough the jounal entries, I decided to read the rest later, and before closing the neural net log, I stumbled upon a message:
,, Salut, Forlorn!Daniella l'ici.I got your messages you sent to me and I must say I miss you.I managed to send you some champagne and it should arrive to you in a few days.Oh and I hope you got the money I sent to you.Au revoir!"

It was Daniella, a very close friend of mine in Gallia.She is a trader and owns the ship named Sanctae, she knows about the nomads menace and so she agreed to help me by sending me money every week so I can get weaponry, ammunition, and new ships in case I lose the one I have in battle.I can't wait to get the champagne she sent to me, considering the bar here in Akabat doesn't have any...How lovely!

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King Eduard is the greatest

[Eduard]

Incursions with the BHG

We got some big BHG activity in the past days in Mu and Zeta and so, many battles were fought with them.There were like, 3 battles in which I participated along with my fellow order wingmen to drive the BHG away from the our systems.The battles were hold in Zeta, which is a good thing because Mu was safe from any BHG threat.The first battle I participated was a fleet battle, several order fighters and gunboats sallied out to meet the BHG threat which was composed of fighters, bombers and gunboats as well.They had the advantage and so, I sadly lost my ship, but I came out not with a single scratch and my escape pod made it back to Taba
Later, when the medicals notified me that I can join with the others again, I flew for Zeta to intercept any remaining BHG as it appeared that the fleet battle was broke by an Ion Storm.
At the arrival in Zeta, I formed up with Aleksander Salmin and Tyrael.Salmin was fighting a BHG fighter at the Jump Hole to Delta and so I came into his assistance.We were trying our best to shoot down the BHG fighter, but an Orca came to his help, and another Ion Storm broke, so we had no other choice but to retreat.
Later, a member of the primary Order fleet known by the codename Sphinx decided to engage the Orca, but sadly, lost the ship, and so, it was our job to intercept, and destroy the BHG orca.I flew together, with Tyrael and Salmin to the position of the Orca by the Jump Hole to Delta, and after a long fight, we managed to destroy it, by some succesfully placed novas by Tyrael and good dodging maneuvers from my and Salmin's side.
By this, we managed to end the day, with a victory for our side, letting the BHG think twice before messing into Order affairs again.

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King Eduard is the greatest

[Eduard]

Daily Routine:

These past few days were pretty...normal let's say, repetitive, like a routine.The Officer handed us our missions and responsabilities and we engaged on patrols.Nothing interesting happened.
That until, Enrico Davids, and Tyrael Johnson told me that I can accompany them in a training session with them, so I agreed and plotted course to the Alaska system at Battleship Atum.
By the time I got there, the training session seemed to have ended, but the officer on Atum handed us some missions to investigate different sectors in Alaska for troubling Liberty activity.We head to each sector, investigated cautiously and fortunately, eliminated every trace of Liberty which was in those sectors.
We then returned to Atum, where I spent quite a lot of time in the bar, talking with random members from the Order, after which I went to sleep in the dormitories.
The next day, I headed back to Mu, as I was instructed but on my way there, I saw a wandering civilian in a CSV.I ordered him to leave the Omicron Mu System as it was a restricted space for the likes of him, but the civilian implied that he desires to join the Order ranks.A pigeon wishing to fly with the eagles.I notified him that if he wanted so bad to join the Order he should head to Alaska at Atum where he should meet the officers there.I then docked on Taba, and after landing the ship I took a rest in the bar.There, I met Aleksander Salmin with whom I engaged in patrols in the Zeta system.
We picked up an unidentified vessel on my long range scanners so we decided to patrol near the Jump Holes in that system.By the origins of the signals, we believed that the vessel was an AI drone, but sadly, by the time we arrived at the Iota Jump Hole, we lost the signal of the AI Drone in Zeta, Tyrael later notifying us that he picked the signals in Omicron Minor.
Losing the Drone, Salmin and I, decided to head to Meskhenet, where we parted ways.



Dancing with swords:

Back on Meskhenet, I resided in the bar there, drinking a glass of gallic champagne, and reading the messages received from my old friend Daniella.
After I delicately sipped the last tear of champagne from my glass, I decided to head back in space, where I plotted course to Mu.When I reached there, my long range scanners indicated BHG presence in Mu, AGAIN!My radar indicated that Salmin was there so I switched to a private channel asking him to confirm me this.He stated that there really is a BHG presence in Mu and that he was searching for then so I decided to help him.
But guess what?After leaving the minefields surrounding the Zeta Jump Hole I stumbled upon the Bounty Hunters which trespassed into our space.There were 2 bombers and 1 gunboat and we were all surprised seeing each other at that moment.I switched to the local channel with them greeting them with a ,,Bonjour".They appeared to be even more surprised when they found out that I was of gallic origins.I then asked if they knew if they were trespassing the Order space and they replied with an ironical question saying that if I knew where exactly is their space.
I knew that they would start engaging me sooner or later, so I decided sending a distress call to every Order ship in Mu telling that I found the BHG in sector 4C.This made them mad, and so they started shooting me, telling that it was mistake.Right!A mistake!It was better to announce my fellow pilots and being shot at than being shot at anyway and not being able to send the report.
But anyway, they started shooting me with all their firepower but miraculously I evaded every shot they threw at me.After a few minutes, a whole squadron of Order fighters came to my assistance, including Tyrael Johnson, Enrico Davids, and Aleksander Salmin.
The fight then burst out, Tyrael was coming from Omicron Zeta and I flew to regroup with him, while the others came from Taba and Akabat completely surrounding the BHG from all sides.While we were all fighters, they had 1 gunboat and 2 bombers, and they were very skilled.
We made a mistake of not concentrating all our firepower on the Gunboat and so, disposing of the main threat quickly, we instead decided to take on the bombers first which was clearly a mistake.The gunboat fighter was very experimented and almost every shot he threw, landing on an Order fighter's hull.

My visual scanners managed to take a picture of the ongoing battle: *

After we lost a few of our ships, including Tyrael's we decided it was best to retreat.The BHG seem to have grown some hatred on me as they started chasing me, continously shooting Cruise Disruptors at my ships, making my attempts, to enter Cruise Speed, pointless.I decided to evade their gunfire and I flew towards the Zeta Jump Hole.There, I managed to lose them in the asteroid field, the BHG almost colliding with the minefields.They lost my tracks in the asteroid field and so they left.
I then met with Nicolo Masa, who agreed to come with me to Taba, there, after having my ship repaired, I met Enrico Davids where we had a short talk about the today events.After that he decided to take his ship for repairs, and I went to the dormitories taking a well deserved rest.
I have obviously underestimated the BHG, as they were able to outmaneuver us there.It is clearly that I need to reinforce my fighting skills if I want to survive in this barren, wild space.
It is also good to know, that there is a very strong unity among the Order.I was clearly amazed, by the number of pilots who quickly came to my help and whom without, I could have never escape that mess alive.

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King Eduard is the greatest

[Eduard]

More memories:

I was wasting time at the ,,One Hope" bar in Akabat like usually, enjoying a drink.I started to stare into the nothingness without focusing on something specifically, my eyes were, to be more precise, were looking at...nothing.It is then when my memories about the past when I was part of the Royal Navy have came into my mind.
I can clearly remember, the day, when I just promoted the Academy and joined the ranks of the Navy.My father, doing his job as a father a bit too well, didn't wanted me to risk my life flying a ship and battling with the rogues and other enemies of Gallia.He assigned me to a special ops team.Special ops is not the right term though, that team was more exactly a team of technicians and hackers hired by the Gallic Royal Navy.Me, as a fresh rookie, was quickly thought the basics of programming, computing and so on.I learned everything possible there, from crafting a variety of devices like remote cameras to programming a virus.
One day, a recon ship located a pirate base inside a nebula.The base was too defended so that a squadron of fighters could break trough, so then, I was called to help as well.I was to design a virus capable of breaking trough the pirates' firewall and disabling their defensive systems, weapon platforms, station turrets and so on, so that the squadron could easily fly in and take the space station out.
The recon ship provided me with all the intel he could to make my task easier.He provided me images of the space station, stats about their defensive system and other intel.
I had only a couple of hours to program the virus so I quickly began my work.I decided to program a virus which would break trough the space stations communication systems, this means, that the virus should be launched when the space station was receiving or sending transmissions to a nearby patrol vessel or any related situation.
In the hours I was working on the virus, the recon ship provided me with intel about the space station's radio frequency appeared when transmitting messages to any nearby vessel and so I began programming the virus to detect that exact radio frequency so it can infect the space station's software.The first part was done, now it comes the second part, in which I had to discover a way to shut down the space station's defense.The defense system was powered using electricity, quite obviously, so I programmed the virus so that, once infecting the station's software, it should launch an EMP impulse trough the software and so it will shut out the defense system.This effect would be temporary but with good timing, it will be more than enough so that the squadron can take out the space station.
My task was finally over, I programmed the virus and so I embarked a battleship which transported me, and the squadron's crew and equipment to a nearby location, at quite a distance from the space station.
The squadron quickly left the battleship and went deep into the asteroid field, hiding from any nearby pirate.Now, our patience was put to the test, we had to wait for the space station to send a transmission so we can launch the virus.It didn't took long before a pirate patrol came and requested permission to dock on the station, the station then send the confirmation.It was the right moment to send the virus and so I launched it!In only a few seconds, the whole station got into a blackout, all it's lights went off, and obviously it's defense systems went offline.It was only a matter of time before things would get back to normal and so the squadron had to move fast.They immediately head to the station and launched their torpedoes at it's hardpoints destroying it in a matter of seconds.
A clearly successful mission where my computer skills brought me to success.

After a few days, altough loving to be part of that team, I still wanted to embark on a fighter and join the others into space.After this success, my request was heard and so I was transferred to a fighter squadron.







Surprises:

After relieving this memories, I left to space with my precious and trusted Bastet.The events which occured in the next days were all unexpected and out of the ordinary.After I got in space, I decided to go to Zeta, when I arrived there, I noticed Nicolo Masa and another pilot detaining a BHG pilot for interogation.That pilot was piloting an Arrastra.It seems like the transmitter on the BHG ship was broke and ship's hull was badly damaged.We decided to take it near Meskhenet for a safer inspection of the ship in case other BHG decide to appear.It was still a mistery why a Bounty Hunter could pilot an Arrastra.When we arrived near Meskhenet though, we attempted to communicate again with the pilot after we sent him some nanobots.We failed as the nanobots managed to repair only the hull and not the transmitter.Our scanners then picked up, an alarmant decrease in O2 levels and so, one of us has rushed to Meskhenet to bring O2 reserves for the Arrastra's pilot.After sending the O2, we decided providing a closer scan of the ship, though we couldn't a visuals trough the ships windows and so I requested permission from Nicolo Masa to send a remote camera which would attach and provide a closer, more clear and detailed inspection of the ship.Masa granted it, and so I proceeded with sending the camera I crafted on my own.
After a brief moment, the camera established connection and so I could get an inner view of the ship.I saw huge piles of debris which seemed to have covered a body.We then decided to abort the interogation and have that ship sent to Meskhenet where the personnel on there could handle this delicate matter.

The next day, I set out in space again.To my surprise I received information of an AI cruiser wandering in Minor.I then requested permission from the 141 unit which was handling this matter if I could assist as well.It was soon granted and so I plotted course for Omicron Minor.When I arrived there, all the Jump Holes were blocked by order ships to block the escape of the AI cruiser.This turned out to be a Hide and Seek game as we all tried to find where the AI could have hidden.Everyone looked for hours but with no success.I decided to use my computer skills to program a virus which would pinpoint it's location.I asked permission from Maximus Corzelli, and with the support of Nicolo Masa, my permission was granted and so I began programming the virus.Still, I couldn't program it in my Bastet so I head to dock on a nearby Geb where I programmed it.After programming it, I launched it.The virus appeared to have been succesful, but instead of pinpointing the AI's location, it pinpointed one of our order colleague's.I head again in my bastet and with the help of Kado, we head near Toledo to use the radiation emitted by it to amplify the strength of the virus.Still, all our attempts were unsuccesful, and we decided not to use Toledo as a ,,tool" as Corzelli said that it was an insult for the heroes which have given their lives there.
After some time, we decided to abort this...If only we could have had a Resheph dispatched...It's systems could have been of great help in programming a better virus...

The surprises do not stop here though!Only a few days passed when it came to my hears that a BHG was sighted in Omicron Zeta.I plotted course there to assist the already dispatched order personnel among them being Kado, Masa and Tyrael.We spotted a transport with Bounty Hunter IFF yet it was carrying a freelancer ID.Masa allowed me to conduct interogation with the help of Kado and Tyrael as my assistants.I will not reveal the intel I have managed to uncover, though, as they are to be considered Top Secret.
After it, I decided to file a report to Masa, which forwarded it to Enrico Davids.Masa then told me back that everyone was very pleased to read the content of my report and so I was very proud to have served the Order.

After the report, what can I say...I was very tired, and I thought of retreating to my dormitory in Meskhenet where I had a very long and deep sleep....

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King Eduard is the greatest

[Eduard]

Unexpected Tides:

These past few days were pretty awkward, I remember this night that was weird, reckless and bright on planet Akabat.Under the awkward sick light radiated by the moon I roamed the desolated streets, empty of any person at time of the day, or apparently...When I passed the corner of a street, light whispers came to my ears, guided by the night's breeze.I tried to figure out what was with these whispers and so I closed to where I thought they might came from.The whispers felt louder and louder, and they soon transformed in fully understandable words.It was a group of scientists, who were planning an expedition in Nomad systems.
As I found them, they also found me, and so, I began questioning them about this...Expedition...They told me they wanted to organize an expedition in the Nomad systems with the purpose of searching for some kind of artifacts.They didn't told me any detailed information, except that they pretty much knew what kind of artifacts they were looking for, artifacts with a broad variety of uses.
I thought that these artifacts, if found, could somehow cure my current physical statement.I didn't cared much about this until recently, when my desire to return to my home, to Gallia has appeared as I really wanted to meet the person I once loved very much.I couldn't let that beautiful mademoiselle see me in this state, no!That couldn't happen!And so, I decided to band with these researchers.
I soon found out, that this expedition wasn't approved by the High Command, and they clearly wanted to seek these artifacts for themselves.This act of treason, of betrayal was made clear to me when I found out that they took a Hathor without approval.The strange thing about this Hathor is that, the model fabrication dates before the event of Toledo and so it wasn't up to date with the equipment.The comm system was damaged, but obviously the researchers didn't need a comm system...After all, they work without the approval of the High Command...Also, the radar is damaged, going without a proper radar in Nomad systems is suicide, but they seem to be able to take the risks.
They offered me one more chance to leave or join with them, knowing that it would be too late to change my mind when I went onboard that Hathor, named ,,Seker".My mind was confronted with two different sides.One side wanted me to leave at once, and report it to the High Command, while the other, wanted it to join the researchers.
Altough, I never was, actually a researcher or a scientist, it's not the first time I band with a group of such sort.Still, I decided to join, knowing that maybe I can find a cure for my state, and also, I can report the researchers to the High Command after, and also, confiscating the artifacts they might have found...Afterall, the artifacts they so much desire to search could prove useful for our cause...
So, I joined them, and after we all went onboard Seker, the ship entered left Akabat and entered space.
We later entered Omicron-99, the Seker positioned itself near the planets and the team soon began taking readings and data about the planets.They again, didn't told me much about what the received data told them, except that they have the reasons to believe that they have found what they were looking for on one of the planets...Possibly 9-1, as it's the only planet of the two, which isn't made of gas.
Everyone continued with their examinations, but something has stopped us from our operations, something has made the ship shatter.Everyone lost their balance and fell on the ground, even some of the computers onboard unpluged themselves and fell of by the strength of this shatter.Obviously, nothing appeared on radar, but we got visuals of a nomad ship, probably a bomber or a cruiser firing some kind of torpedoes at us.
We left quickly as fast as we could, but we were followed by a squadron of Nomad fighters...The bastards followed us up until we reached Omicron Delta then they broke of.
We head to the Omicron Zeta jumphole but...to our surprise the engines cut off and the inertia drew the ship in a nearby asteroid field where it stopped.
One of the crew members, felt seek and he went in the eastern part of the ship.We all concentrated on trying to fix the engines, so we didn't paid attention to him.It didn't took long before he came out, speaking something no one onboard could understand, and then, out of nowhere, he grabbed a gun and started firing at the crew members.The bastard managed to kill everyone onboard, all the other 4 researchers which were on board.He then wanted to kill me aswell, but I took cover behind the pilot's chair and grabbed my pistol, and shot him back, straight in the forehead!His body fell motionlessly on the ground, and a pinkish, gooey fluid came out of him.He was infested...Someone, that nomad ship, fired a nomad with the help of the torpedo, which managed to infest that researcher.With no hesitation, I fired my gun at the nomad.Even though all my shots missed, and I managed to damage the all ready scraped comm system even more which made any future attempts to send a distress signal futile, I managed to scare the nomad off which flew in the Eastern Wing.
I felt very...nervous, knowing that I share the same ship with a nomad.I then tried to use the comm system which was pretty damaged overall.My attempts to send a distress call to the Order were useless.I tried tinkering with it around, hoping that somehow, I may at least send a system signal across, so someone could come to my position...Pretty risky as Bounty Hunters roam this area pretty frequently.My attempts were a success!I managed to send some messages across the system, but only a part of the message could be caught, but I hoped that would have been enough, and it was.Soon, a 77th gunboat approached my position, and it started questioning my presence here, I tried explaining the problems I have onboard, given the comm system's problems.I told him about the nomad, and then, the ship made a scan for it, and located it in the eastern wing, and soon, it shot at it, penetrating the hull, destroying the wing, and the nomad with it.The breach was soon sealed by the ship's system and so I prevented the decrease in O2.
Another 77th came, this time a cruiser.It towed me up, and so, we headed for the Freeport where I made contact with the pilot of the 77th ship labelled as Ice.
I really appreciated their help, and so, I was willing to answer their questions about my presence, and all it happened...I told them everything, about the researchers, about my reasons to band with them, about the Hathor gunboat, though I didn't told them about the location where the researchers believe they found the artifacts...
I then left, under their escort, and so, I headed trough Zeta Jumphole...Just in time!As nomad fighters were closing on the Zeta Jumphole really fast...
I then headed to planet Akabat where I returned the ship, and I reported everything to the High Command...I was expecting to suffer consequences for the acts I pull out but I was forgiven because of the intel I managed to provide...Also, the Seker was also handed to me, after it was upgraded to fit with the current models of Hathor class gunboats.Though I took the freedom of making some personal adjustments to the ship....

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King Eduard is the greatest