Diary of a Crime-Fighter

[Asgardian]

Managed to scrape together the pay for my stay at the IMG base - Can't believe they charged me for a wash & clean job for my Eagle...considering I didn't even ask for one. Oh well, I suppose Charlie will be getting Grade E dog chow again.

After I launched from the base, I witnessed two pirates fleeing towards Bretonia. One of them was in a gunboat, so I decided not to pursue them. Went straight for California after that. Surprisingly I didn't come across one Hacker patrol - Probably lurking around until the big bad Eagle had gone, so they could continue their annoying ways.

Using some radiation residue equipment (or something like that) I managed to track quite a few signatures culminating to one central location. Seems it was a jumphole to somewhere.

I unlocked my snazzy weapons, primed the missiles for deployment and headed into the unknown - I didn't know what was waiting for me, better to be prepared than sorry. Somewhat of a Navy tradition drilled into me I suppose. Well, diddly-squat was waiting for me on the other side - It was just a small pocket of space debris, probably left over from the Texas project. What a calamity that was!

Headed on through some debris field, started getting elevated radiation readings, so I veered off towards Planet Housten - The radiation died down after that. I know the Rogues must have some sort of jumphole that heads directly from Texas to New York - I have there's a backdoor entry into New York, otherwise, how is all that Cardamine making its way into our teenager's veins on Manhatten? Bloody drug-running pirate lordsd making a cheap buck off the suffering of our children.

Anyway, after a quick check of Texas, I made my way to the New York jumpgate, hoping there weren't any Navy patrols around at the time. Lucky for me, they must've been on a shift change and I made it all the way to West Point without any dramas. From there, I used the tradelane down to the Pennsylvannia gate - Trapesing through the Badlands, <strike>even</strike> especially as an Ex-Navy officer is suicidal at best. Why goto Pennyslvannia? Well, its a good system for mining, which means plenty of miners would be there. Where there's miners, there's bound to be pirates extorting them for every last dollar they have.

Soon after entering Pennsylvannia, I heard some strange mutter over the system comms - I was curious enough to inquire directly to the pilot. Seems he was being pirated by some Cartel Don. This was it - One of the big pirate lords had come out to play, and now I had the chance to eliminate him. I charged my cruise engines and headed deep into the cloud those miners use for Hydrogen (My Nav computer is acting up again, making it impossible to find the name for that stupid cloud. Its only a cloud, why does it need a damn name?!). Anyway, after a little guidance from the miner under attack, I found the culprit - Don Buccalleto, piloting an Outcast bomber. Seen these little buggers before, they're nippy and damn hard to pin down in a fight. But I knew this could be my one chance to take down this fat sucker, so I quickly prepped my weapons and had him sucking plasma in no time.

After a short little duel, some Hacker in one of them fancy transports came along, "Yachts" I believe they're called. Well, the Don was complaining about some Ion interference or something and ordered this newest scum-sucker to fire his cannons at me.

Boy, was that the wrong decision! Made that drug-running, pill popping, death bringer...well, you get the idea, made him regret ever firing his pathetic cannons at me. Then, when I've just about brought him down, what does he do? - He tells me that if I destroy him, all the civilians he has on board will die. I do believe the temperature rose in the cabin, thats how angry I was at this Hacker - At least I gave him a costly repair bill though...I do hope he doesn't harm those civilians.

After that coward ran, I re-focused my attention on the Don - But not for long. Seems he'd had enough of my Ions (Lousy excuse if you ask me) and ran with his tail between his legs - Not literally, although I wouldn't be surprised if some of those pirates had some dark deformities on them, what with all those drugs they take and what-not. He carried on complaining about how my aim was terrible and how I was going to regret being so "insolent" - I stopped listening to his doom-day blathering after a while. However, I was pleased to know he had to destroy his bomber, thats one less pirate ship in Liberty space. However, sometime it feels like that old saying "One down, 'X' to go". Where 'X' is out of reach for the ordinary man. I hope I'm not just ordinary. I do make a mean Chicken Casserole, when I can afford chicken...and an oven.

All in all, my ship was still looking quite well after the little scuffle with a <strike>fancy transport</strike> Yacht and bomber. I remember a few rattles coming from the missile bay...and the engine compartment, but I chose to ignore them - I find it better not knowing what vital system I'm gonna lose next. Makes it ever so much more fun when they fail during battle. Little did I know, I was gonna land myself in the laps of two vicious Xeno's before I could make my way back to Charlie in Bering.

Just as I was heading down the tradelane to the Texas jumpgate, two Xeno fighters spotted me - I crossed my fingers that they didn't see me. But of course they did, and they seemed intent on making my ship into a million sharp splinters. Before I'd even unlocked my weapons, they'd started pelting my ship with fiery red lasers.

Naturally, I returned fire and was just about to call for backup - But then I remembered the small fact that I wasn't in the Navy's top-books at the moment. However, it seems an officer must've heard about this scuffle and made his way down to help. Fortunately he made the decision to fire on the Xenos and not me - As any good Navy officer should do, I suppose. After one of the Xeno fighters was taken down, I slipped out of there. By that time, more backup had arrived and I was worried their next target was gonna be me.

High-tailing it through Texas, dodging Navy patrols, I managed to make it to Bering unscathed. However, that rattling noise had now become more of a pounding metal noise and I could physically see one of my missile bays coming loose of its holding. Just as I though I'd made it safely to the Freeport, I encountered some rookie Unioners - No doubt they were there to harass Liberty traders. Well, I doubt they expected encountering me, as they soon felt the power of <strike>the Navy's</strike> my experimental weapons. Boy, do they pack a punch alright! Took all of them down without even breaking a sweat.

As I carefully maneuvered my way into the landing bay, I saw the Zoners covering their ears at the screech of my metal-on-metal action I had going on. The mechanic didn't seem too troubled by the sound, in fact he seemed to almost smiling - More money for him I suppose. I really don't know how I'm gonna cover this next repair bill, it looks to be a doozy.

Mike

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