A week in the life of a Liberty Rogue

[Caelum]

Jonathan's heart pounded in his throat. He knew he was supposed to make a log entry of this, but how in the blazes was he going to say it? It could wait.

No, it couldn't.

Jonathan drew a deep breath, starting his first log entry.

"Jonathan's pilot log, first entry.

Today I took my new ship out on a little test run. I wasn't planning on anything, just a quick trip around the edges of the Badlands to make sure everything was working and back. My god I was wrong.

I ran into an Outcast in a bomber and flew a little with him. A pleasurable experience. But, what's the saying, all things come to an end?

Before we were fully aware of what happened, we had half a dozen LPI, LSF, LN and Bounty Hunter ships on our tail. We'd strayed too close to West Point.

The ensuing battle itself was interesting enough. Nothing like combat training, though! They tried shooting us, and we dodged, and we tried shooting them and--...Moving on.

The lawful forces themselves seemed a tad...clueless. They allocated half a dozen ships, including a gunboat, to scare off our Greyhound and Falcata. The gunboat itself (and a few other ships) were later moved off by one of the more eloquent, and presumably high ranking Navy officers.

For a while, the battle was 3 versus 2 or so. Then, before we knew it (and, I believe, before even the lawful forces themselves knew it), more lawfulls arrived at the scene. The Outcast and I were forces to flee, faced with a far greater force. Both of us made it out alive and well."

Jonathan pressed the button in his cockpit, ending the recording. He stepped out of his Greyhound, a combination of excitement and fear on his face. Tomorrow another day...