Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 018
Date: 21 - 08 - 817 AS @ 19:30 SUT
Title: Typical day in the scrap fields

Unfortunately I was unable to track down mum in New London. She's probably on assignment somewhere. In any case I left a message on Trafalgar for her to come visit me if she ever gets the time.

I flew back to Liberty immediately thereafter and I decided to sign up as a contractor in the Pittsburgh debris field clean up operation. Sure the money isn't as great as what I could make trading but I don't feel like putting what remains of my life count at risk.

A couple days went past, with not much to report on. The occasional Rogue or Outcast would show up, but they were usually chased away by the other ships working the field. But thanks to the gallant actions of one particularly stupid lot I am now in the possession of a few million credits worth of stolen cargo.

We were returning home after a stint at the coal face, and when we approached the Ft. Bush area, the scanners picked up two ships - one Rogue carrack and an Outcast fighter of some description. The two ships were in the process of shooting down civilian freighters in the area.

Us Junkers usually get lumped together with the pirates in situations like these regardless of whether or not we are involved, so I was planning on just flying past, but in the end the allure of the debris proved too much. The Outcast pilot opened a secure comms channel to my ship and made a very tasty proposition. "All the free gear you can handle and we get a cut off the top later". With that I halted the ship, wheeled over to the manual control panel and started pulling things into the Alsatia's hold.

I had managed to scoop up a decent haul of cargo when, as expected, reinforcements spat out the ends of the tradelanes. Luckily for me at the exact time they did I was just sitting there, if I'd been caught in the act we would both be dead or in prison by now.

At that point reason took over and I promptly legged it. As I was cruising away towards the Pittsburgh debris fields my scanners lost both the Rogue and Outcast ships - they had been destroyed by the backup.

My heart was beating a million times a minute as I hightailed it into the debris clouds, fortunately the ships didn't cotton on to me and I got away. I flew to the safest place I knew of, the Rogue's forward base of operations in the darkest part of the field.

I am now the owner of 2 complete containers of robotic components and as-close-as-makes-no-difference the same amount of Super Alloy. Misaka doesn't seem terribly impressed that I nearly got us killed... again.

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