I continue my work, which I do not intend to stagnate, by any means necessary. First and foremost, I'm content to report that I have acquired understanding of some of the intricacies of the Spyglass network.
In recent days, I've witnessed a surge in hostile activity within the Liberty systems. The corporate lapdogs, including those who don't follow the law, have boldly come forward, despite it being a detrimental move for their interests. Such audacity is of no shock to me. The exploitation of their workforce to uphold their dishonorable positions has been a known fact for quite some time. The full scope of their machinations puzzles me. Yet, it was intriguing to eyewitness DSE while the individual was in the midst of smuggling kidnapped VIPs, lurking just behind Manhattan. It seems as though their arrogant actions have gone unchecked, leading to this present scenario. The corporate puppet began his insolent chatter, but he made a quick runaway before I could deliver a proper response. They are deserving of every ounce of fear they stir. This finding could certainly be employed for intriguing endeavors.
I have stumbled upon two bounty hunters operating in the vicinity of Manhattan with a strange demeanor, seemingly unfamiliar with the harsh realities of their discreditable occupation. They acted as though they had never tasted defeat. As someone who relishes in imparting discipline, I momentarily set aside my duties to rectify their behavior. It was a fighter and a gunboat. I anticipated a confrontation, which ultimately occurred. The fighter was taught a lesson, as was the gunboat, who barely escaped after I left him on life support. Recently, I also had the opportunity to engage in a brief discourse with an arrogant hoodlum of the Liberty Navy. He operated within the confines of a Rhino Freighter, believing himself to be invincible and immune to harm. However, I was eager to demonstrate the stark realities of such idealistic beliefs. I attempted to steer him away from his amateur conduct and affiliation with corrupt corporate hypocrites, but he was determined to play his game and ultimately confronted rapid decompression for his misguided cause. Tragically pitiful, if you ask me.
To conclude. During my time in the Badlands, I exposed a Corsair smuggling artifacts through Badlands, which was rather exciting. As I delved deeper, I discovered that the neanderthal was completely out of his depth, lacking both the expertise and underworld connections necessary for such dealings. I schooled him in the dangers of playing with fire, but he proved to be a stubborn weasel. In a final showdown, he refused to pay attention, opting instead to draw his weapons. A move that, in their circles, is all too common. I offered him a chance at redemption under three conditions, but he chose to cut his own life short, ending his miserable existence. Allow me to add that I have recently taken down another lackey of the Navy. I somehow encountered a few rough patches due to some malfunctions in one of the vessel's systems, but I endured to the bitter end. Upon landing at Buffalo, I was able to rectify all malfunctions with swift precision.
As I have taken out some of the lapdogs, two (●●) of which are deemed worthy by the criterion of Deadliness, I shall complete the criterion with my next report. Now, I'd like bring this talk to a satisfactory ending.
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