11th of August, 825 A.S.
So, yea... after months of absence and not giving me a single word, my dear brother have finally appeared... with some honestly confusing news. Apparently, he is tired of the space adventures, visiting Bretonia caught him in nostalgia about his home, and thus - he decided to take a break, for the indefinite time. For him, i suppose - this is for the best. The time for a man to settle down comes at some point, and, i assume, Jack realised that it's that time for him. I wonder if he's going to find a love of his life there, on Cambridge's surface.
Oh, and - i also have the full control of Sparta from this very moment. We are probably going to do some flight checking and depart tomorrow. I am uncertain of the direction yet, but we'll be leaving the House space, that's for sure.
20th of August, 825 A.S.
Unsurprisingly, The Sparta have successfully surpassed all the pre-flight checks, and as soon they were conducted - the vessel have set it's course to Bering; the system, despite being filled with... deviating individuals - was the one i have remembered as relatively peaceful for my kind of person, despite the frequent raids of Naval forces from Liberty. I never saw the possibility of it's inhabitants turning to an internal strife.
Of the least i have heard from reliable sources - both sides are equally guilty in the micro war happening in the system, yet, Battlegroup Harmony was the one to fire the first shots, and The Union was the one to pour oil onto the flames of the conflict lately.
I don't think i should do something about this yet, nor i think i can. I guess i will just wait and see if one of the sides would be in need of my services.
10th - 13th of September, 825 A.S.
Looks like i got stuck in Bering for a while, given that the state of affairs there have somewhat cooled down, then i took some time to meddle around Liberty and it's Border Worlds for a while. This is where i first ran into this pretty little masterpiece - namely, The Vindicator. A space superiority snubcraft filled to the brim with sophisticated EM warfare hardware and scanner arrays, probably much sought after all around Sirius due to it's unique nature; during my little simple investigation it became obvious that the only entity that is in possession of this vessel are The Lane Hackers, no wonder why they are rather protective about their developments. The first step towards obtaining it have been made, but it's anyway going to be a hell of a walk. At least i know what they would be after to grant me what i am after. Perhaps i should look for an alternative ship to use temporarily...
... as i have expected, it was a matter of time before one of local Bering parties will get in touch with me, asking for my specific services. The Union, surprisingly, made it first, and soon enough i found two of their people right here, aboard this Aquilon of mine. It... have ended up in a contract, through not the one i have expected to receive. Well, the job is a job, i guess, even through it is going to be hell of a thing to do.
23rd of September, 825 A.S.
Living without any purpose is terrible. Hobby? Contracts? Some imaginary, one-sided relationship with non-existent characters? How pathetic should one be to call it a purpose of his life... i mean, i still do enjoy everything i have listed, but this was... simply not enough. Not that i have considered myself born to follow some special purpose, despite my silent revolt against all the dirt of human society.
Among all the hypocrisy, wannabe "saviors" of Humanity, imperialists and materialists my purpose of choice appears to be the best possible one to follow and to become a part of lately.
30th of September, 825 A.S.
A short notice. Skimmed through existing models of space superiority fighters.
Seriously looking at the Wyvern or Nyx as the best possible options. Especially the latter, as it seems to be a viable candidate for the inevitable alteration of refitting it for EM warfare.
But i should not be jumping into any conclusions so early - at this point i don't even have the ship.
On a side note... there are another hypocritical idiot with big guns messing around the Freeport Eleven, so i'd better get this ship done fast - i will probably need it's full firepower, and i will need it soon. Sending a message to Crayter Defense Industries - to see if they are less protective about their ships.
1st of October, 825 A.S.
Yesterday i have taken a ride on a Vagrant to Omicron Delta. Apparently, they've managed to grow some sort outgrowth that works in the way human Jump Drives do; a shame i did not get a scan, would be quite a thing to see for pretty much every party in Sirius that has interest in Nomads. Screw me silly.
A-anyway. While i am waiting for the response from the Crayter Defense Industries regarding acquirement of the Nyx - i keep in touch with the Lane Hackers, still yielding small hope to get my hands on their Vindicator. To be honest, i feel like a naive girl tossing paper at the brick wall, expecting to break through it that way. Who knows, maybe one day, considering the amount of efforts put into this it will work out the way i expect it to.