Entry#: 038
Date: 08 - 11 - 817 AS @ 06:39 SUT
Title: A lot can happen in one day....
Getting rid of the irrelevant part of this story, I finished up lane jumping with "Mate" and left him at Padua Base before flying back to Rochester a significant amount richer.
I had reached Rochester when I noticed a ship loitering around outside the base. Nothing new really, didn't think much of it at the time. The license card on the ship returned an owner of Tammy Cooper.
I docked the Alsatia, and with the rest of the crew sound asleep disembarked to the bar. I posted a notice on the bulletin board and checked out what else was available.
One of the bulletins had been broadcast all the way from Bretonia. Quite unusual for a notice to go that far. So I had a look at it, and whose name did I see? Tammy S. Cooper. With a 5 million credit bounty on her head.
Moving as quickly as the dodgey gravity on Rochester allowed I opened the Alsatia's cargo bay doors and offloaded the Railgun. I jumped in, fired up the engines and got myself outside the hangars.
Tammy was still there, loitering around the station. So I, being the utterly hopeless bounty hunter that I am, casually explained to her some people called "The Foundation" were after her and that she had a bounty on her head and that she should quietly come with me to Leeds.
That, of course, did not work. She charged her cruise engines and took off into the debris field.
What followed was a rather interesting and feisty conversation in which I attempted to direct her to come with me to Leeds. I think somewhere along the lines Tammy's wires got messed up because one of her responses involved calling me a perv.
One wonders how an obnoxious little brat of such a tender age managed to get a bounty that big on her head. Sure, she was noisy, offensive and arrogant, but she didn't seem like hardcore terrorist or turncoat material to me. Her pilot's license that I dug up later shows quite a pretty face, too.
I chased her down to the California jumpgate through open space, only to find two escorts waiting for her. She took off into the gate, her escorts behind her and myself a good distance behind them.
By the time I had reached California it was too late. Tammy's ship had already dropped off my radar and I had no idea where to look. I abandoned the chase; flew on to Planet Los Angeles, refuelled and made use of the tradelanes to get myself back to Rochester. No doubt Tammy was sitting in an asteroid field somewhere, laughing at me.
I'm not gonna sit here and let this little kid get one over me. I don't give a rats' arse about the bounty any more. I'm going to catch this disobedient little kitty cat and befriend her to hell and back.
My kidnapping her will the best damn thing she'll ever get to experience in her life.
I could always use another pretty face to keep me occupied on those long, dull trips through the wastelands of the edge worlds.
Wonder how Misaka will react when she finds out.... I think there is going to be some pain coming my way very shortly.