*beeb*"In magella now in the Lane Hackers spacestation, not so warm welcome as I expected, guess my time as a bountyhunter is still in fresh memory for some of these guys.. Atleast they let me supply my ship with ammunition and booze, otherwise they treat me like crap, just going to bar means constant brawling and fighting, fortunatelly i'm a old wolf in that business.."*beeb*
Met outcast pilot in Lane Hackers base, offered me a job o wipe out one big maker from the bountyhunters guild, i have a hazy memory about the rumors i heard about that guy, skilled pilot with high hopes of his importance.. Got nothing to lose on this assigment, losing hurts only split second and winning makes bountyhunters slightly more angry towards me.. And i think it's good to make some contacts with these guys, might show them that my own boyntyhunters days are over.. Usually i dont care too much what people think about me, but this issue might have huge impact on my survial.. And of course money is always welcome to my pocket, specially when there is lots of it
*beeb"Must say that assigment was a tough one, of course that outcast pilot didnt tell me that my target had dozens of rookies with him, i really wanted to see that outcast's face when i reported him that target is neutralized, bet he didnt see that one coming, actually he was so impressed he asked me to take contact to Outcasts with his recommentations, i said i think about it, and i will, after all i must leaves these hackers anyway, i bet it's just a matter of time when some credit poor hacker will realise that my skin is worth of moderate amount of credits, and nobody wont miss me if i just "disappear".. So back on the road then, heading to Cortez"*beeb*"
*beeb*"Dont remember when i made my last log, totally lost my track of time while hiding & escaping the bountyhunters, just a wormhole to another, searching for safe place stay where i could find a moment of peace to collect my thoughs.. How did i end to this situation.. To be a renegade among the backstabbers without friends in space is tense and tiresome way to live
Anyway, if i recall correctly last journal was made in magellan, went to cortez from there, thourgh liberty space to rheinland, and now i'm somewhere in sigma in the freeport what-ever-the-number is.. One of the bar customers is looked me for too long, guess its time to get to ship and continue my voyage*beeb*"
*beeb*"Long time since my last log, leaving now Malta cargo full of cardamine.. S**t, what happened, i have cargo full of 100% pure cardamine and looking for my map full of waypoints i'm going to spread it everywhere in the galaxy, and by listening my previous logs i'm feeling clear and quite good compared to those depression filled whinings in the early logs.. Must be the cardamine in my veins.. Good stuff, that's all i can say, i remember my first thing i noticed in malta is that there was not a single drop of alcohol there, and now i understand why: Everlasting good feeling without hangover unless u are stupid enough run out of them and gonna have worst crash ever..
Yea that assigment in Magella opened the right doors in the outcasts, right after my arrival to malta couple months ago i found the contact who was recommended to meet by my previous outcast fellah, and by that i immeadlied got in the underground business, as a grunt first, and by level by level, ladder by ladder i got my feet deeper and deepers to outcasts hierachy, and now i'm in place where i feel most comfortable, in the space, as a galactic dealer of cardamine.. Didnt see this one coming, if someone would have said months ago that i will be high most of the and deal cardamine i would have punched him to face.. Life is funny, life is good...
Oookay, first stop cali base, then to kusari and then to magella........"*beeb*
*beeb*"Yea, finally my itrialtime in the Outcast is finally over, not anymore as a outcast dog as a cardamine dealer but a full member of the organisation.. I didnt mind being as a galactic dealer, that job had upsides and downsides like any job has, after all i made lots of friends in this business (if you can call them friends in this kind of business), but of course lot's of enemies too, mostly police and navys that is and they didnt like me too much in the first place.. But no more flying in space someones else defined waypoint after another, but as a freeman, well, not as free as in the my freelancer times but free enough..
Yea, it is true i'm gonna be Outcast bitch likely for my rest of my life, not that they would kill me for not to follow their orders because they dont have to, because they dont need to do anything else than stop giving cardamine, and thats gonna be worse than death to me..
So, i'm a slave for drug called cardamine, but after all who is free in this world? Because way i see it the only freedom we can get in this universe is that we can choose our own slavery, and if my slavery is being high while i blowing up outcasts, or should is say from this point on My enemies, i most defnedly wont mind at all"*beeb*
*beeb*"After becoming member of the Outcast organisation I started to assigments to wipe out some GMG ships in Omicron Beta, 'cause if something works well with the cardamine is the adrenaline u get from blowing ships in the space.. I suppose i once again impressed someone with my piloting skills, 'cause after a while i cleared about couple dozens of GMG ships, i got message directly from Malta, where i was "asked" to take a special mission to fly to our allies Red Hessians space and to check is the data they give about their territorial maps correct.. Not so thrilling mission, because i am suppose to keep the lowest profile as possible, so no more explosions or screaming pilots for me for a while, just gliding in the space waypoint to another.. Probably highest kicks i'm gonna get is to see all the diffrent colored suns.. Hip hip hurray i say, but i'm defnedly not so stupid to decline from mission like this 'cause it just might come semi-directly from the Dons themself.. "*beeb*
*beeb*"uuuurgh, finally completed my last assigment in Red Hessians map updating mission, man that was some boring mission as i expected, almost lost my sanity in there where the greatest event was to see two fist sized meteor crashing together.. And i've got the feeling that my efforts were worth of toxic waste in planet manhattan, Red Hessians maps were very accurate for sure and they didnt for my knowledge hold any useful information for themselves.. Well, got my payment and The Mens in malta are pleased so i gues i just should be happy that i got over with it..
Right now it's time for spoil myself with my extra credit i've got, maeby i should visit the GC base, 'cause they really now how to have a welcome party for the dealer who got cargo full of cardamine.. Kusari, those people really give me creeps sometimes but the womens in the night are defnedly for my taste.."*beeb*
*beeb*"Ok, now i'm getting reaaaaaaally irritated here, just as I was going for my very earned holiday to GC base, i've got message from the higher ranked outcaster who told most rudely (way too rudely for his own good) that pack of Corsairs have invated Red Hessians space, and The Mens from Malta has been decided "as a token of goodwill" for Hessians to send me aid Hessians to push those corsairs back..
Needles to say i had other plans in my mind, but as a dog of the outcast, member or not, cant do nothing else than accept their orders, with grumble or not.. Man i'm so furious that i'm gonna blast so hard those frigging corsairs pilots that people in planet Crete will shudder without any reasonable reason.."*beeb*
