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User ID: Pvt. James "Jimmy" O'Brian
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File: "PrivateLog #01" created.
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*random noises followed by a loud sigh* A'ight. Name's Jimmy. Jimmy O'Brian. I don't even know why I'm telling that, no-one's goin' to hear this. Guess it just fits. *another sight* I decided to create this... log... or diary of sorts, just to keep my head from exploding. It's been not even a weak since I first crossed the borders of New York and... well Sirius is much larger and darker I ever imagined it to be. I guess that's what happens if one's only source of info are official news.
Anyways. Soon after I began my travels, I joined an interesting group of freelancers. They are good guys and have some nice contracts, which proved invaluable for getting cash. Thanks to that I could soon afford to buy some nice ships. But I soon found out that those guys do more than just trade and escort people. They actually care for the weak. Hell they even risk smuggling black market munitions all the way from Rheinland to Leeds, just to help the resitance a little.
I was on one of these trips with them. That was the first time when I trully realised just how twisted and stupid some of the house laws are. I mean... one must even smuggle refugees from Leeds. I have to say I was on the edge for the whole time. Not even a week traveling the Sirius and here I am, smuggling black market weapons to the warzone and refugges out. But hell, it was worth it. We managed to evacuate more than a thousand refugees from that hellhole Galia turned Leeds into.
