After spending a year in school, I can come back to the guy who took me in, Ryan Melford, and punch him in the face. He took away my Waran! How could he? Luckily, I had enough left over to buy myself a Stargazer and can now terrorize the poor innocent everyone else. I'll be back to write more when I've claimed some prizes. Heh heh.
On another note, I'm celebrating my 19th birthday today, yay me! I lived! The cake I bought myself on the bakery by the landing pad on Erie was delicious. I mean, red velvet cake is always amazing no matter what, but having been stuck in a dorm for a while with thieving roommates makes it even sweeter now that I know it's all mine.
Anyway, I've got to get going, may as well make it to Bethlehem before scrambling my transponder resulting in the Navy firing on me. I don't have the guns to deal with them right now. At least, not anymore. In any case, I'll be writing myself more entries soon, maybe showing off my beautiful lootto my future self.
I was hitting the landing pad on that dreadfully dull city on Erie when I saw a Zoner woman distributing puppies "free to a good home". Well, I saw her, and I just had to have her. Say hello to Isabelle, dear diary. She's mine and I shall call her precious. Isn't she so cute? I'm going to take her home and pet her, and give her her own dog-sized EVA suit and take her pirating! It'll be the best day ever!
On another note, Melford still isn't returning my calls. I hope he's all right, so I have something intact to start with.
I have completed my glorious tour of shenanigans. I made a few million today off of my guns, hilariously worth more than the total value of my ship. It's not much, but I earned it.
ATTACHMENTS: A ship called Yui-Metal of all things trying to rob a Bounty Hunter over Planet Erie.
[06.05.824 21:22:17] Flight: Holt: What have we here?
[06.05.824 21:22:40] Flight: Holt: This is a robbery.
[06.05.824 21:23:09] Flight: Holt: I'll take your Fertilizers.
[06.05.824 21:23:15] Flight: Holt: Hand 'em over.
[06.05.824 21:23:20] G_Gillard: no
[06.05.824 21:23:24] Flight: Holt: Fine then.
[06.05.824 21:23:51] Flight: Holt: I'll rip them out of your flaming wreckage otherwise.
[06.05.824 21:24:40] Flight: Holt: Come on now.
[06.05.824 21:25:06] G_Gillard: shhot me
[06.05.824 21:25:10] Flight: Holt: Okay.' [06.05.824 21:28:18] 824-05-06 21:28:17 SMT Traffic control alert: G_Gillard has requested to dock
Making friends via the application of guns and compliments.
[07.05.824 03:44:29] Flight: Holt: I saw you two and I would like to inform you of the presence of about 3.5k units of H-Fuel for pickup.
[07.05.824 03:45:23] "Covenant": not interested. hellium is better
[07.05.824 03:45:38] Flight: Holt: H-Fuel sells for more at West Point.
[07.05.824 03:45:51] Flight: Holt: You could drop it right next to me, run to West Point, and come back.
[07.05.824 03:45:57] Flight: Holt: I'm trustworthy.
[07.05.824 03:46:14] "Covenant": hmm a trustworthy pirate.. yea
[07.05.824 03:46:28] Flight: Holt: You'd be pleasantly surprised.
[07.05.824 03:46:42] Flight: Holt: What do you really stand to lose?
[07.05.824 03:49:07] Flight: Holt: As promised, about 3500 units of H-Fuel.
[07.05.824 03:49:47] Flight: Holt: Your Helium is perfectly safe with me.
[07.05.824 03:49:49] "Covenant": Max: yes but time is money, i dont have time.
[07.05.824 03:50:02] Flight: Holt: Helium sells for, what, 4000?
[07.05.824 03:50:05] "Covenant": Max: its safe with my Pilot
[07.05.824 03:50:15] Flight: Holt: H-Fuel sells for roughly 3k down the Lane.
[07.05.824 03:50:24] Flight: Holt: You're making more money.
[07.05.824 03:50:42] Flight: Holt: Cut me in for a quarter, okay?
[07.05.824 03:50:46] Flight: Holt: That's all I ask.
[07.05.824 03:50:47] "Covenant": Max: But why would a piret do this?
[07.05.824 03:51:01] Flight: Holt: Money, dear boy.
[07.05.824 03:51:24] "Covenant": Max: strange.
[07.05.824 03:51:25] Flight: Holt: I blast, you haul.
[07.05.824 03:51:51] Flight: Holt: I get a percentage off what you claim as legitimate salvage.
[07.05.824 03:52:03] Flight: Holt: It's win-win between the parties that matter.
[07.05.824 03:52:09] Flight: Holt: So how about it?
[07.05.824 03:52:24] "Covenant": Max: lets wait a min.
[07.05.824 03:52:53] "Covenant": Max: Cpt Murdock, welcome
[07.05.824 03:52:55] Murdock: well well well what do we have here
[07.05.824 03:53:07] Flight: Holt: You have me trying to sell a pile of H-Fuel to your associate here.
[07.05.824 03:53:18] "Covenant": Max: Murdock you are here to keep me safe, and my cargo.
[07.05.824 03:53:30] Flight: Holt: His cargo is safe here.
[07.05.824 03:53:41] Flight: Holt: He can drop it, sell the Fuel, then return on his way.
[07.05.824 03:53:58] "Covenant": Max: Iff he trys something funny you are hired to protect.
[07.05.824 03:54:02] Murdock: understood Covenant, flight move on
[07.05.824 03:54:04] Flight: Holt: She.
[07.05.824 03:54:19] "Covenant": Max: ill leave my Hellium here
[07.05.824 03:54:24] Flight: Holt: You are in no position to dictate terms, bud. This is an aboveboard economic transaction.
[07.05.824 03:54:27] Murdock: negative
[07.05.824 03:54:28] "Covenant": Guard it
[07.05.824 03:54:34] Flight: Holt: I'm guarding it.
[07.05.824 03:54:44] Flight: Holt: I'm the one being paid to in H-Fuel money.
[07.05.824 03:55:00] Flight: Holt: If I didn't keep my word, that would be bad for business.
[07.05.824 03:55:12] Murdock: why do you need H
[07.05.824 03:55:42] Flight: Holt: I'm asking him to leave his load of Helium here so he can sell the H-Fuel at West Point, whereupon he comes back.
[07.05.824 03:56:23] "Covenant": Max: Ill be right back for my hellium
[07.05.824 03:56:28] Flight: Holt: You got it.
[07.05.824 03:56:36] Flight: Holt: Send me a fourth of what you get!
[07.05.824 03:56:42] Murdock: Guarding
[07.05.824 03:56:53] Flight: Holt: We're both guarding the same thing.
[07.05.824 03:57:00] Flight: Holt: So... AP Manufacturing, huh?
[07.05.824 03:57:13] Flight: Holt: Ryan loves The Core's little band of engineers.
[07.05.824 03:57:22] Murdock: I fly for myself
[07.05.824 03:57:37] Flight: Holt: I know that, they're the guys who made your boat.
[07.05.824 03:57:54] Flight: Holt: That's an AP Manufacturing Bottlenose.
[07.05.824 03:58:14] Murdock: Its a good bucket
[07.05.824 03:58:17] Flight: Holt: Covenant, where's my money?
[07.05.824 03:58:43] Murdock: We good Covenant [07.05.824 03:58:53] You have received 2.000.000 credits from "Covenant"
[07.05.824 03:58:57] Flight: Holt: Thank you.
[07.05.824 03:59:02] Murdock: Say the word boss,
[07.05.824 03:59:18] Flight: Holt: We're all good here.
[07.05.824 03:59:22] "Covenant": Max: wheres the rest of my hellium?
[07.05.824 03:59:30] Flight: Holt: Scan your buddy.
[07.05.824 03:59:42] Flight: Holt: I didn't touch any of it.
[07.05.824 04:00:07] "Covenant": Max: nice
[07.05.824 04:00:08] Murdock: hereh
[07.05.824 04:00:08] Flight: Holt: Murdock, there's some Fuel for you over here.
[07.05.824 04:00:23] Flight: Holt: You can have it because you patronized AP Manufacturing, which is cool.
[07.05.824 04:00:47] Murdock: Covenant H here
[07.05.824 04:01:38] "Covenant": a
[07.05.824 04:01:56] Flight: Holt: Well, your Helium won't sell itself.
[07.05.824 04:02:09] "Covenant": Max: Flight you are a strange pirate
[07.05.824 04:02:28] Flight: Holt: It's perfectly sane.
[07.05.824 04:02:29] Death: Jack.Ireland was put out of action by Matty.B (Gun).
[07.05.824 04:02:47] Flight: Holt: I can sell the cargo of ships who won't cooperate.
[07.05.824 04:02:55] Flight: Holt: To someone who will.
A Navy pilot with principles? I'm actually pretty amazed.
[07.05.824 04:05:59] [LN]-Adam.Watson: Captain of the Flight ! Cut your engines please! You'll submit to a cargo scan!
[07.05.824 04:06:07] Flight: Holt: Sure, why not?
[07.05.824 04:06:23] [LN]-Adam.Watson: We have a problem here!
[07.05.824 04:06:33] Flight: Holt: Above and beyond the usual?
[07.05.824 04:07:08] [LN]-Adam.Watson: You'll hand over those civilians!
[07.05.824 04:07:23] Flight: Holt: I have yet to find a way to verbally express an ellipse.
[07.05.824 04:07:29] Flight: Holt: But sure, why not?
[07.05.824 04:07:40] Flight: Holt: They're your problem now.
[07.05.824 04:07:53] [LN]-Adam.Watson: Now get out of here before i type your name in the wanted criminal data base!
[07.05.824 04:08:13] Flight: Holt: So I'd move up from "criminal" to "wanted criminal"?
[07.05.824 04:08:24] Flight: Holt: Really scary.
[07.05.824 04:08:47] [LN]-Adam.Watson: You looking to end up 6 feet under or what?
[07.05.824 04:08:54] Flight: Holt: 6 feet under what?
[07.05.824 04:09:01] [LN]-Adam.Watson: I giving you a change to get out alive!
[07.05.824 04:09:11] Flight: Holt: Bah humbug.
[07.05.824 04:09:23] [LN]-Adam.Watson: You should take your leave before i change idea!
[07.05.824 04:09:40] Flight: Holt: I should, but I'm not one for taking of leaves.
[07.05.824 04:10:17] [LN]-Adam.Watson: *sigh* Always get the weirdos during night shifts!
[07.05.824 04:10:30] Flight: Holt: That's one of the laws of physics or something.
[07.05.824 04:10:44] Flight: Holt: I feel you.
[07.05.824 04:10:51] Flight: Holt: Willow Holt. It's nice to meet you.
[07.05.824 04:11:04] [LN]-Adam.Watson: Well you going to leave Liberty and ill forget about i've seen you tonight. Fair enough?
[07.05.824 04:11:54] Flight: Holt: But I like Liberty.
[07.05.824 04:12:04] Flight: Holt: Its police presence is a joke.
[07.05.824 04:13:00] [LN]-Adam.Watson: you should accept my offer!
[07.05.824 04:13:48] Flight: Holt: After considering your offer and the various effects it would have, I have come to a decision. *ahem*
[07.05.824 04:13:51] Flight: Holt: I'll pass.
[07.05.824 04:14:11] [LN]-Adam.Watson: Well Then, ill have to get rid of you myself!
[07.05.824 04:14:19] Flight: Holt: Good luck with that.
[07.05.824 04:14:43] [LN]-Adam.Watson: But i know your ship is faster than mine and would be a wild goose chase!
[07.05.824 04:14:53] Flight: Holt: It would?
[07.05.824 04:15:16] [LN]-Adam.Watson: And the safety of those civilian is more important than you! Sooner or later ill catch you!
[07.05.824 04:15:26] Flight: Holt: Oh no, you have principles.
[07.05.824 04:16:06] 824-05-07 04:16:12 SMT Traffic control alert: [LN]-Adam.Watson has requested to dock.
The gunners of the LNS-Michael lack discipline; all firing at once messes with their targeting computers, or so I understand. I feel bad for Michael, but not too bad seeing as he chose to throw in with the Navy. Also, this Abe fellow seems nice. Ooh, and I sold some Rogues to the Police. It's amazing what cops will do for their quotas.
[07.05.824 04:19:00] LPI-Defiant-IV: adam: well.
[07.05.824 04:19:03] Flight: Holt: What have we here?
[07.05.824 04:19:05] LPI-Defiant-IV: Adam: Everything seems quiet for now.
[07.05.824 04:19:21] LNS-Michael: Michael: pirate, leave this sector or I open fire. Give you 1 minute.
[07.05.824 04:19:27] Flight: Holt: Nah.
[07.05.824 04:20:17] LNS-Michael: Michael: time is over. I open fire on Flight!
[07.05.824 04:22:43] LNS-Michael: Michael: come to me!
[07.05.824 04:24:18] Dishonest.Abe: Flight, do you need assistance?
[07.05.824 04:24:23] Flight: Holt: I got this.
[07.05.824 04:24:36] Dishonest.Abe: Righty o then, I'll be watching
[07.05.824 04:24:50] Dishonest.Abe: *makes some popcorn*
[07.05.824 04:27:20] LPI-Defiant-IV: Adam: Sniff sniff.
[07.05.824 04:27:33] LPI-Defiant-IV: Adam: I smell donuts.
[07.05.824 04:27:39] Dishonest.Abe: Abe: Not gonna lie, I wouldnt put my money on a snub vs. a cruiser
[07.05.824 04:27:51] LPI-Defiant-IV: Adam: That's it hackers, you know what to expect.
[07.05.824 04:27:54] LPI-Defiant-IV: Adam: Hand over the donuts and no one get hurt.
[07.05.824 04:28:15] Dishonest.Abe: Oh hi there, I just have some popcorn, no donuts here.
[07.05.824 04:28:37] Dishonest.Abe: Check your O2 system, you may have it shoved up your flightsuit
[07.05.824 04:29:09] Dishonest.Abe: You see this? Some crazy guy is fighting a Navy cruiser
[07.05.824 04:29:20] LPI-Defiant-IV: Adam: But I want my donuts.
[07.05.824 04:29:29] Dishonest.Abe: hey now
[07.05.824 04:29:32] LPI-Defiant-IV: Adam: Simple as that.
[07.05.824 04:29:37] LPI-Defiant-IV: Adam: Don't make me bust your shield.
[07.05.824 04:29:38] Dishonest.Abe: that wasnt very neighborly
[07.05.824 04:30:00] LPI-Defiant-IV: You know what isn't neighborly.
[07.05.824 04:30:02] LPI-Defiant-IV: Stealing donuts.
[07.05.824 04:30:13] LPI-Defiant-IV: Adam: Give.
[07.05.824 04:30:22] LPI-Defiant-IV: And those pilots
[07.05.824 04:30:23] Dishonest.Abe: Tell ya what, there you go
[07.05.824 04:30:25] LPI-Defiant-IV: that you stole the donuts from
[07.05.824 04:30:32] LPI-Defiant-IV: Adam: This is only 1. I need all of them.
[07.05.824 04:30:44] Dishonest.Abe: I get to keep the Xeno pilots. How much for your buddies?
[07.05.824 04:30:51] LPI-Defiant-IV: Your shields for your buddies.
[07.05.824 04:31:27] Dishonest.Abe: Haha, thats good. You do have two pulse turrets
[07.05.824 04:31:31] Dishonest.Abe: not bad
[07.05.824 04:31:48] LNS-Michael: Michael: come to me and fight coward!
[07.05.824 04:32:02] Flight: Holt: Is someone afraid of a little nebula?
[07.05.824 04:32:08] LNS-Michael: Michael: sector is clear.
[07.05.824 04:32:44] Dishonest.Abe: You too Sam. I'm still going to watch this craziness going down
[07.05.824 04:33:42] 824-05-07 04:33:48 SMT Traffic control alert: LPI-Defiant-IV has requested to dock
[07.05.824 04:33:53] Dishonest.Abe: so what brought that fight on?
[07.05.824 04:34:09] Flight: Holt: That Michael guy wanted to remove me from the premises.
[07.05.824 04:34:16] Flight: Holt: I guess it worked, but...
[07.05.824 04:34:38] Dishonest.Abe: Well, that wasnt very nice of him
[07.05.824 04:34:42] Flight: Holt: Hey, Adam, was it?
[07.05.824 04:34:47] Dishonest.Abe: Abe
[07.05.824 04:34:48] LPI-Defiant-IV: Adam: Yeah?
[07.05.824 04:34:50] Flight: Holt: I have no great love for the Rogues.
[07.05.824 04:35:02] Flight: Holt: Mind if I sold you a couple of their pilots?
[07.05.824 04:35:12] LPI-Defiant-IV: Adam: Go on...
[07.05.824 04:35:19] Flight: Holt: 13 of them for 150,000?
[07.05.824 04:35:32] Flight: Holt: The Gettysburg is buying them up.
[07.05.824 04:35:36] LPI-Defiant-IV: Adam: sound like a fair bargain.
[07.05.824 04:35:45] Flight: Holt: All right, coming on over.
[07.05.824 04:36:00] You have received 150.000 credits from anonymous
[07.05.824 04:36:13] LPI-Defiant-IV: Adam: Good evening.
[07.05.824 04:36:28] Flight: Holt: Take care now!
[07.05.824 04:36:40] 824-05-07 04:36:45 SMT Traffic control alert: Flight has requested to dock
[07.05.824 04:38:29] Shutdown
In all, today was a good day to go a-pirating. Now time to sleep on my rented berth on Bethlehem. If anyone needs me, I'm petting Isabelle.
Oh what a last couple days. With the proceeds from my little chattel removal operation, I was able to purchase supplies and labor for a fortress of deceit and evil. Also, someone fought me to a draw, that was mildly entertaining. If I hadn’t been so close when I shot his mine, it would have been a clean explosion. Anyway, here be my entertainment.
[07.05.824 07:34:37] Flight: Holt: Hello there.
[07.05.824 07:35:16] Flight: Holt: What was that for?
[07.05.824 07:35:56] The.Persuer: Drop the police pilot
[07.05.824 07:35:58] Flight: Holt: It's rude to fire on me.
[07.05.824 07:36:12] Flight: Holt: You're in no position to be making demands, boy.
[07.05.824 07:36:39] Flight: That's a bad idea.
[07.05.824 07:36:51] Flight: Holt: I really wouldn't if I were you.
*he opens fire*
[07.05.824 07:37:16] Flight: Holt: Rude.
[07.05.824 07:37:59] The.Persuer: Pirets are not welcom in here
[07.05.824 07:38:05] Flight: Holt: They're not?
[07.05.824 07:38:15] Flight: Holt: Are you sure?
[07.05.824 07:38:34] The.Persuer: Drop the navy and police
[07.05.824 07:38:41] Flight: Holt: No, I think not.
[07.05.824 07:39:05] Flight: Holt: Rude.
[07.05.824 07:39:47] The.Persuer: Drop the pilots or I'll toast your ship
[07.05.824 07:39:54] Flight: Holt: Good luck with that.
[07.05.824 07:40:31] Flight: Holt: Okay, sure, why not? Target practice time. [07.05.824 07:42:35] Death: The.Persuer was put out of action by Flight (Gun).
[07.05.824 07:42:44] Flight: Holt: Fall in dishonor, pilot.
I actually forwarded this next guy to my adopted father, Ryan. They got along like a house on fire.
[07.05.824 17:12:33] Flight: Holt: Why hello there.
[07.05.824 17:12:50] Harvest.Season: ?
[07.05.824 17:12:55] Harvest.Season: who are you?
[07.05.824 17:13:01] Flight: Holt: The name's Willow Holt.
[07.05.824 17:13:15] Harvest.Season: ohh you a pirate
[07.05.824 17:13:20] Flight: Holt: I am in the business of extorting money and chattel from various people in exchange for their lives.
[07.05.824 17:13:28] Flight: Holt: Yes, a pirate.
[07.05.824 17:13:37] Flight: Holt: Speaking of money and chattel...
[07.05.824 17:13:54] Flight: Holt: How much do you value your ship and its cargo?
[07.05.824 17:13:58] Harvest.Season: i am poor
[07.05.824 17:14:29] Flight: Holt: I'm dead broke too, sonny boy!
[07.05.824 17:14:41] Harvest.Season: idk i was just shipping drills from pensy to pittsburg
[07.05.824 17:14:59] Harvest.Season: i only get 1 million from it so..
[07.05.824 17:15:00] Flight: Holt: It works for you.
[07.05.824 17:15:29] Flight: Holt: But how much can you afford to pay the mildly displeased pirate?
[07.05.824 17:15:49] Harvest.Season: idk... maybe 200k?
[07.05.824 17:16:12] Harvest.Season: is that ok for you?
[07.05.824 17:16:17] Flight: Holt: Well, that would be acceptable to me.
[07.05.824 17:16:42] Harvest.Season: is the other one your friend?
[07.05.824 17:16:49] Flight: Holt: What other one?
[07.05.824 17:17:04] Harvest.Season: the guy that sits at 14k and watches us xD
[07.05.824 17:17:14] Flight: Holt: He doesn't show up on my scanners.
[07.05.824 17:17:26] Harvest.Season: hmm..
[07.05.824 17:17:29] Harvest.Season: ok
[07.05.824 17:17:37] Flight: Holt: I have a more cargo-oriented scanner.
[07.05.824 17:17:47] Harvest.Season: how do i give you money?
[07.05.824 17:17:48] Flight: Holt: It kind of works better for me considering what I do for a living. [07.05.824 17:18:42] You have received 200.000 credits from Harvest.Season
[07.05.824 17:18:48] Flight: Holt: Why thank you.
[07.05.824 17:18:52] Harvest.Season: ok
[07.05.824 17:18:58] Harvest.Season: will that be it for the day?
[07.05.824 17:19:12] Harvest.Season: i am really trying hard to get my ship
[07.05.824 17:19:18] Flight: Holt: What ship is that?
[07.05.824 17:19:29] Harvest.Season: i want to get the hegemony ship
[07.05.824 17:19:36] Flight: Holt: Ooh, that's a cool ship to have.
[07.05.824 17:19:39] Harvest.Season: so i can mine solo
[07.05.824 17:19:41] Flight: Holt: It's practical too.
[07.05.824 17:19:52] Flight: Holt: Oh, you want to get into the mining business? I don't blame you.
[07.05.824 17:20:13] Harvest.Season: well i also just try to make a living ^^
[07.05.824 17:20:23] Harvest.Season: just like you..
[07.05.824 17:20:29] Flight: Holt: I feel you.
[07.05.824 17:20:34] Flight: Holt: Take care now!
[07.05.824 17:20:38] Harvest.Season: ok thx for not shooting me
[07.05.824 17:20:43] Harvest.Season: bye
[07.05.824 17:20:43] Flight: Holt: No problem.
Immediately after this Harvest Season fellow gave me a few credits, G_Gillard came back, and no Planet Erie was there to save him this time!
[07.05.824 17:20:57] Flight: Holt: Why hello there.
[07.05.824 17:21:30] Flight: Holt: You owe me some Fertilizers.
[07.05.824 17:21:40] Flight: Holt: But I'll settle for cash
[07.05.824 17:21:55] G_Gillard: better ship
[07.05.824 17:22:03] Flight: Holt: Better pilot.
[07.05.824 17:22:34] Flight: Holt: So how about 250 grand and we'll call it even?
*the idiot flies away as though that will save him*
[07.05.824 17:23:11] Flight: Holt: Okay, fine, be that way.
[07.05.824 17:24:31] Flight: Holt: Fine then. Time to wreck a ship.
[07.05.824 17:25:06] Flight: Holt: Your ships is so "better" yet you flee.
[07.05.824 17:25:51] Flight: Holt: I will catch you.
[07.05.824 17:25:58] Flight: Holt: Pay up and save yourself a long ride home.
*He opens fire, a firefight ensues*
[07.05.824 17:27:02] Flight: Holt: Last chance. [07.05.824 17:28:07] Death: G_Gillard was put out of action by Flight (Gun).
This Kenzo Masami fellow really likes pain, suffering, and paying people as much to remove pirates than what the pirates actually demand.
[08.05.824 05:31:23] Flight: Holt: Why hello there.
[08.05.824 05:31:44] Kenzo.Masami: Pirate activity at lane to bethlehem
[08.05.824 05:31:50] Kenzo.Masami: cutted lanes
[08.05.824 05:31:51] Flight: Holt: Belay that!
[08.05.824 05:31:59] Flight: Holt: Five million. Right now.
[08.05.824 05:32:06] Brandon.Wells: Affirmative, moving to investigate
[08.05.824 05:32:31] Flight: Holt: Fine, be that way.
[08.05.824 05:34:02] Flight: Holt: Okay, only two million.
[08.05.824 05:34:31] Flight: Holt: The Navy sure likes taking their time, don't they.
[08.05.824 05:36:42] {X-Hunter}: this is navy ship x-hunter comming to your aid
[08.05.824 05:37:57] Brandon.Wells: Oh hey
[08.05.824 05:38:17] Brandon.Wells: Looks like a rookie pirate here
[08.05.824 05:38:31] {X-Hunter}: kill it
[08.05.824 05:38:52] Brandon.Wells: There is a lot of bounties for pirates out there.
[08.05.824 05:39:22] Brandon.Wells: I consider it as a permission to engage, Navy
[08.05.824 05:39:41] {X-Hunter}: yer ktake out his thrusters see him run then
[08.05.824 05:40:05] Flight: Holt: Until next time.
[08.05.824 05:41:19] Kenzo.Masami: *Open Systemwide Comm* THanks for your Help Navyofficer Donattion will arrive soon over *Close Comms*
[08.05.824 05:41:33] Flight: Holt: Oh, you'll pay Navy but not pirates?
[08.05.824 05:41:36] Brandon.Wells: Next time
[08.05.824 05:41:42] Brandon.Wells: You said
[08.05.824 05:41:51] Flight: Holt: So I did.
[08.05.824 05:42:19] {X-Hunter}: yes thats right we will get paid for your head
[08.05.824 05:42:28] {X-Hunter}: thx kenzo
[08.05.824 05:42:43] Flight: Holt: What are you trying to pull, man?
[08.05.824 05:42:53] Kenzo.Masami: *open Comms* Co-Pilot: Yes, donated the money that u tried to Tax fron me over *Close Comms*
[08.05.824 05:43:47] {X-Hunter}: silly pirate trying to tax my patch *record needle scratch*
Previously...
[08.05.824 05:53:16] Flight: Holt: Face me alone, rookie bounty hunter.
[08.05.824 05:53:30] Flight: Holt: Your erstwhile friend doesn't seem to be doing you any favors.
...
[08.05.824 06:02:47] Flight: Holt: Shall we have a re-match?
[08.05.824 06:02:56] Flight: Holt: This time, no Cruiser for you to hide behind.
[08.05.824 06:03:06] Brandon.Wells: As you wish. I take back my words about rookie
[08.05.824 06:03:17] Flight: Holt: I thought you would.
[08.05.824 06:03:56] Flight: Holt: On your go?
[08.05.824 06:04:13] Brandon.Wells: Sure
*firefight ensues* [08.05.824 06:06:14] Death: Flight was put out of action by Brandon.Wells (Mine).
[08.05.824 06:06:14] Death: Brandon.Wells suffered a self-administered loadout error (Mine).
The ship Lanerunner appears to be suffering from Lawl's Syndrome. I sincerely hope its captain makes a speedy recovery, so that we may converse in a more rational format.
[07.05.824 07:46:09] Flight: Holt: Just my luck!
[07.05.824 07:46:16] Flight: Holt: How are you?
[07.05.824 07:46:35] Flight: Holt: You want to play it like that?
[07.05.824 07:46:49] Lanerunner: wait..your talking to me..LOL
[07.05.824 07:46:54] Flight: Holt: Why yes I am.
[07.05.824 07:46:55] Lanerunner: sorry..didn't know
[07.05.824 07:47:21] Lanerunner: What do you want good pilot?
[07.05.824 07:47:32] Flight: Holt: I happen to be in the business of demanding cash of people in exchange for their continued well-being.
[07.05.824 07:47:44] Flight: Holt: I believe the term is "pirate".
[07.05.824 07:48:23] Flight: Holt: You are currently experiencing what is known as "I threaten to destroy your life and/or chattel unless you pay me a sum"
[07.05.824 07:48:34] Flight: Holt: Of money"
[07.05.824 07:48:52] Flight: Holt: The traditional demand for a ship of your size would be around five million, for example.
[07.05.824 07:49:05] Flight: Holt: But me being nice, I'm charging about half that for your continued well-being.
[07.05.824 07:49:07] Lanerunner: No cargo.
[07.05.824 07:49:14] Flight: Holt: So?
[07.05.824 07:49:17] Lanerunner: no go
[07.05.824 07:49:19] Flight: Holt: Is your ship not valuable?
[07.05.824 07:49:31] Lanerunner: I have more ships like this
[07.05.824 07:49:33] Flight: Holt: I imagine getting it repaired or re-fit must be expensive.
[07.05.824 07:49:49] CONSOLE: Notice to Space Farers : Long range probes indicates approaching ION storms in 10 minutes.
[07.05.824 07:49:50] Flight: Holt: But then you need to eat costs to get to your other ships.
[07.05.824 07:50:01] Flight: Holt: Trust me, the cost of paying me is less than those costs.
[07.05.824 07:50:32] Flight: Holt: I'm liable to lose my patience like this.
[07.05.824 07:51:00] Flight: Holt: Tell you what.
[07.05.824 07:51:40] Flight: Holt: Two and a half million and you are no longer harassed by me.
[07.05.824 07:51:59] Flight: Holt: I mighteven scrap a cargo vessel for you to loot and make your money back.
[07.05.824 07:52:10] Flight: Holt: I'm nice like that.
[07.05.824 07:52:29] Lanerunner: more anoying than anything at this point
[07.05.824 07:52:39] Flight: Holt: Then the annoyance will cease when you pay me.
[07.05.824 07:53:30] Flight: Holt: I'm weighing your money against my enjoyment of a light show.
[07.05.824 07:53:40] Flight: Holt: The light show's about to win.
[07.05.824 07:54:49] CONSOLE: Sirius Meteorological Institute confirms approaching ION storm will reach Sirius in 5 minutes. Proceed to nearest docking facility at best speed.
[07.05.824 07:55:55] Lanerunner: Hope you enjoyed this..LOL unarmed freighter..what a big pilot you are..Later
[07.05.824 07:56:05] Flight: Holt: Pay up or blow up.
[07.05.824 07:56:18] Lanerunner: no pay and no loot..LOL
[07.05.824 07:56:25] Flight: Holt: I get a light show.
[07.05.824 07:57:56] Flight: Holt: Last chance...
[07.05.824 07:58:11] Lanerunner: Yeah..
[07.05.824 07:58:17] Lanerunner: can I stop you?
[07.05.824 07:58:20] Flight: Holt: What'll it be?
[07.05.824 07:58:27] Lanerunner: enjoy your self..
[07.05.824 07:58:30] Flight: Holt: All you gotta do is give me 2 and a half million.
[07.05.824 07:58:47] Lanerunner: Na..go aghead..
[07.05.824 07:58:50] CONSOLE: Sirius research stations report rapidly increasing Kp Indicies, ION storms will hit in 1 minute. All vessels are advised to dock now. Expected duration of system wide darkening to be 5 minutes.
[07.05.824 07:59:01] Flight: Holt: Nah.
[07.05.824 07:59:13] Flight: Holt: I'll let you spend time in transit back home.
[07.05.824 07:59:34] Flight: Holt: You'll have to pay for repairs and spend time getting out of the Badlands.
*WARNING: Recording Failure*
I feel like I haven't done one of these in forever.
So much has happened! To begin with, after Ryan's gone insane and run off or something, I've apparently somehow ended up in the day-to-day running of his company. I mean, it's only temporary, and I'll probably hand it off to someone who wants the damn job, but for now, I get to make friends and influence people from the lawful side of things. It's... an experience.
In other news, Teresa's gone megalomaniac on me. I could make out one word in ten, but apparently she plans to club me upside the head and when I wake up, I'll be perfectly safe in a secluded place with everything I could ever want with a family who loves me. The loss of half of us in the space of a year has really hit her hard, I guess, but I'm watching what I eat or drink around her from now on.
My first attempt to get out of THP for good ended with Ryan's associates getting themselves a bad name in Bretonia. "Wanted for questioning," my arse, I know they're guilty.
My only excursion on Flight resulted in a completely silent Akegata with a load of Plutonium firing on me. He *nearly* docked with Philadelphia, but to no avail, for I cooked him but a moment later. One of my associates, Anton, I believe, was nearby and got a nice little reminder of the perks of being my friend.
Well, I have a bureaucratic backlog, may as well take care of that. Ta ta for now, dear diary!
[26.10.2017 03:44:51] 2017-10-26 03:46:05 SMT Traffic control alert: Hasigava_Takuto has requested to dock
[26.10.2017 03:45:20] Death: Hasigava_Takuto was put out of action by Flight (Gun).
[26.10.2017 03:58:07] You have received 3.000.000 credits from LC-Fortune's.Fancy
Today, on the Magnificent Lunatic, I met a GMG fellow. He seemed nice enough, but from what I can only ascribe to him being more fluent in Kusarian than English, I could only make out that prices for H-Fuel will be rising, at least, according to his privileged view of it. Luckily, those chaps at Sirius Base Construction gave me a shining opportunity to cut down on the impact from the H-Fuel price increase by, in lieu of him paying me for it, his base acting as a storage facility for the Fuel.
Naturally, I intend to honor my offer to Lord Moka and Co. about a certain amount of H-Fuel making its way into their pockets.
I guess that's everything for now. Maybe something else will come up, but I doubt it.
I've taken up aggressively expanding my personal demesne. It's as harmless a pastime as I can get, and, well, I needed the break from running around on Black Asp. I've made my way back to Liberty aboard Maxi, and we'll be visiting the Colebrook project soon enough. Hopefully, those nice DSE boys will come through for me.
I've also taken the plunge with the lovely one. We made a deal, and the plan to competitively acquire riches against each other has begun apace.
Though I should probably get back to my roots and hop on Flight again. With more people around, I can afford to take days off again, and still beat the pants off of Andy's marital aid.
Well, I still have Isabelle, as cute as she can be. I'll be petting her now, if anyone needs me.
It's strange, really. I've been more actively following the law than anything else these days. I actually miss the adrenaline rush of the good old days a year ago, where it was just me who stood to suffer if I messed up, and I was always just one jump ahead of the lawmen.
Now, look at me, me. I'm a businesswoman now, and... it's the exact same skill set as piracy, with none of the thrills, but better food. I can see why people choose to live like this, but... it just isn't for me. I want to go back to the way things were.
But look at me mope. Concordia Biotics is really, really, awesome. Andy's legacy got me some really cool toys, like these back-mounted utility tentacles. Yes, I know it's a Something Something Multi-Limb, but it's utility tentacles. I've taken to flying for Exitus Wing as well, which is really fun. A few months ago, I met the Overlord of the Commune, just flying around. It's amazing who you meet these days.
Oh, also, I'm hot on Baire's tail about some equipment he has. A talk between us is... long overdue.
So I get back from Fukuda after what feels like forever, and what do I find?
My quarry gone to ground, my associates drinking the riches I arranged for them to make away in various dives, and the fleet in severe disrepair. How are we supposed to kick any kind of butt with this?
I mean, these things aren't like old Flight, that thing I could maintain myself. At least Frei's men finally cleared up a slot for that pet project of Elroy's, that mobile Missileyard, or something.
Now Fukuda itself is a horrible, horrible place. I mean, there's only one monument to my glory there, and it's the palace I had to hew out of a mountain for myself by hand (with a little help from big kaboom toys. Heh, kaboom.)
The trip back wasn't too bad. They shot me out of a cannon and I was back on Manhattan with a backpack full of credit chips and that biocrete statuette I carved of myself. I mean, I've had worse landings. Carapace got me through the worst of it.
Andy, if you're somehow reading this from beyond the grave, I take back everything mean I ever said about you. This Carapace you fashioned for me (after a fashion) kept me from splattering from a fall of like... really far. I think I counted eight lungs, and none of them were mine! How about that?
I did the secret knock on Elroy's den of iniquity, and so I was back home. Apparently he's been complaining about being "too successful", so he's retreated to sitting with his old squad of friends from before the crew ever picked me up and pining after some Navy officer he doesn't dare approach for some reason.
But that person whose behind was richly deserving of a thrashing has escaped the touch of my boot. Maybe I should contact her and see if I can get her within arse-kicking range. I refuse to believe that someone like her would be anywhere near reasonable.
I've managed to personally arrange the chambers, and the test seems to have gone well. Though I do have to wonder: Am I even a person anymore? This meat was built just for me to my exact specifications, and I believe I am still me, but am I really still me?
In this respect, I think that the Core or the Auxesians may actually have the answers I seek. Maybe next time I see one, I'll ask them. I'm going to have to learn to live with that for eternity, after all. Why am I even writing any of this down? I will never forget anything again, and I will be able to tell posterity in person.
I get to live forever and all it cost me was ever having children of my own. I guess this entity who I have nurtured is my child, and I will live on through her.
The Daughter of Humanity. Seems more and more of an appropriate name for her.