The Diary of Evil Personified: Hisa Sachiko

[Aaron_Cianci]

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Diary Entry, 7 October 825 A.S.

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Ever since I left Kusari and started working in Liberty and Rheinland, I've always found that the differences between people are interesting - and easily exploited. Find one person you need as an ally, and then find their worst enemy. You use that worst enemy as a tool to make the first person your friend. It works everywhere, in every house. It works in the Omicrons too. I guess there are some things that are just human nature. Good thing I know that, because I intend to take full advantage.

I finally got the jump drive mounted on the fleet's liner ship this past week. It works like a charm, though the jumps into New York are still a bit shaky and imprecise. I'm going to see about tweaking the drive to make it a bit more reliable. Every jump into Omicron Delta, though. Those are things of beauty. Not ever more than 25 kilometers from Nauru, ready to offload all the poor slaves that Deep Space Engineering is selling me at Pittsburgh. These people need to grow a pair. If I ever let myself be taken in like these poor schmucks, I'd have the decency to commit suicide before letting someone put me to work against my will.

Core continues to be on time with all their payments, as do the rich snobs in Manhattan who love these Nomad rocks. I've thought of finding some scientist to see if these things have any actual use, but so far everyone I know seems to be content to just use them as display pieces. Whatever. They pay all the same, so who cares. But, speaking of Nauru, I had some Order punk today shooting at me outside Nauru. Outside a Core base, an Order pilot dares to shoot at me. At first, he tries to bitch about my slaves. Then, he complains about my artifacts. These Order guys are just never freaking happy! Needless to say, I decided to just dock at Nauru and wait for Core to come deal with them, rather than be bothered. Core boys are just so much nicer...especially when you have a trade visa.

I think the most recent interesting thing though was my encounter with a young LSF agent in Liberty. He caught me leaving Pittsburgh with slaves. I was a complete bitch to him in the moment, even though he was kind of cute. Even flirting and offering some of the slave girls to him didn't dissuade him, though, and he ended up collecting his 10 million credit fine. Then he sent me a receipt for giving it back to me, just to be a little brat, I think. That's alright. He amused me, and that's rare for me nowadays. I offered to have a drink with him. Maybe I'll take some time to relax, at least for a little bit, before getting back to the trading grind.

Until next time, diary, screw you.

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