[font=Palatino Linotype]March 9, 818 AS
Tenth entry.
[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,
Oh whoopie-frickin'-yay!
Guess what? Chrissy-babe had another tantrum today. Man, is this her period or somethin'?
Anyways, I was strollin' down to Riverside Station an' all. Was gettin' my game on with Evelyn, ouch that woman got some fierce attitude! Like that, alot. She tried playin' hard to get an' all, but when Logan steps in, there is no such thing as the word "No." It's either "Yes", or it's "No Logan, I want more."
Suddenly, this fella walks up to me, started talkin' 'bout interceptin' smugglers an' whatnot. I'm like, listen pal' I'm gettin' it on with this lady 'ere, cut me some slack. Would the frickin' moron listen?
Nope.
So guess what happens when ya' come in between Logan and his lady?
YA' GET FRICKIN' PIRATED AN' I WILL STAND AND WATCH, THAT'S WHAT!
Oh an' I also suggested to pirate the moron a lil' bit extra.
[font=Palatino Linotype]March 17, 818 AS
Eleventh entry.
[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,
Well, well, well.
Looks like the Doc finally decided to show me his lil' secret. Oh it was a damn secret alright, that fella didn't take no chances this time. I had to go all the way to frickin' Cortez, an' if that wasn't 'nuff, I also had to risk my neck flyin' through an asteroid field just to meet him.
Can't say the reward was bad tho. I was given some weird thing called Liquid Cardamin'. Can ya' frickin' believe that?! This stuff is actually drinkable!
I mean frankly, I thought it was just a sweet trick to be used during those long hours at Baltimore Bar, ya'know, pretendin' to be drinkin' Liberty Ale while actually pourin' down cardamin'. But it seems this "secret" was more than just that. Ya'see, the Doc promised me that my failin' fertility is gonna get fixed by this "special" cardamin'.
I didn't get it at first. I mean what was so different 'bout this stuff than regular cardamin'? He start yappin' with all his science terms an' I didn't understand a thing. But I tell ya', when that orange liquid was injected into my veins, the feelin', the rush, it was even greater I daresay than doin' Chrissy-babe.
No offence Chrissy, ya' are a wild creature in the bed, but I think I will stick to my orange liquid. Hey, at least it dosen't bitch as much as you do, hahaha!
Anyways, back to serious talk. I was warned by Doc that I would have to make a choice soon. Somethin' 'bout loyalty or some cryptic stuff like that. He always talk in ways I don't understand, but I'm gettin' the feelin' that it is somehow connected to my "pending investigation".
Man, I'm in a rough state right now. I have served the Navy for a long time, an' as much as I hate all those boy-scouts, they are whatever home I have. But if it comes down to the survival of my bloodline or them, I choose the bloodline anytime of the day.
[font=Palatino Linotype]March 20, 818 AS
Twelfth entry.
[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,
That frickin' a-hole!
I swear the moment I find that bastard I'm gonna shred him to pieces!
I gave him a chance, I frickin' gave him an offer an' what did he do? He spit at me, right on the frickin' face!
Every-single-frickin'-day did I risk my neck out there for Liberty. An' every-single-frickin'-day did I follow that bastards order. This. This is how he returns the favour.
I may dislike suck-ups but I hate back-stabbers.
Hale, you goin' down. You goin' down reaaaal hard.
[font=Palatino Linotype]April 04, 818 AS
Thirteenth entry.
[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,
Oh Liberty. Finally back ya' filthy whore. Hahahaha!
So since now I'm one of 'em "fugitives" as the Liberty Navy elegantly put it, I would have a pretty damn hard time bein' friends with anyone seein' as I used to smoke the fellas that now I will have to depend on.
It's like bein' the fat-kid that nobody wants to pick for the team. But don't worry, I will "lose weight" so to speak, an' I don't mean just with the ladies, hahaha!
First thing first, I sent a message to that ol' fella Sylpheed, we will see how that turns out.
Anyways, Doc set-up me up with a private room at Cochrane Depot, that'll do for the moment. Even tho' this place is a big rusty mess coupled with a funny smell it stands no match to Logan's man-smell. Fills the air with that manliness ninety-nine percent of the Liberty Navy lacks off, the one other percent bein' former Ensign Willows. Hahahaha!
As they say Liberty, "home sweet home". Trust me, from now on, it's gonna be my home alright.
[font=Palatino Linotype]April 08, 818 AS
Fourteenth entry.
[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,
Well well, things sure are different when ya' start hangin' out with the criminal kids from the block.
This 'ole charade started out with myself stumblin' into two very familiar Rogue fellas. As expected, things started out pretty damn hostile. But what ya'know? A couple of credits there, some vodka here an' ya' have ya'self some new pals.
Best part? Ya' go out together an' start shakin' up all those damn whiny Traders that require three frickin' nannies constantly. One to read 'em bedtime stories, the other to take care of the diapers and the last one to teach 'em how to speak.
Of course not only did we blast those suckers good, we also robbed 'em of their diapers so they would shi* their pants, literally.
Now later on I hooked up with some of those Hellfire "look-at-us-we-are-traitors-an'-we-have-a-silly-name" Legion. Helped those boys out blastin' Navy Dreadnoughts and their bright "Tactical Commanders". The only tactical thing 'bout 'em is that they know how to make a nice explosion.
So in short, I'm beginnin' to get liked by these fellas, although the company of some ladies wouldn't hurt. But I say to myself, "Don't worry Logan, it's you we are talkin' 'bout."
[font=Palatino Linotype]April 12, 818 AS
Fifteenth entry.
[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,
Guess what? I'm goin' back to Alpha again. Doc wants me to do some stuff up there.
Apparently one of these fellas known as the "Corsairs" has sniffed one too many of the Orange-stuff. Did ya'know they frickin' used to eat people? I mean even guys, that must make 'em a bunch of homosexuals.
Anyways, this guy in question looks more like a caveman if ya' ask me, probably have a Mrs. Caveman as well.
Hah! Just imagine their children - one word, hairy. But I'm bein' told to tackle this beast like I was frickin' Hercules or somethin'. Well, gotta go an' sharpen my sword then.
[font=Palatino Linotype]April 16, 818 AS
Sixteenth entry.
[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,
An' theeeeeeeeere falls big-bad-Caveman! That's right, put a lil' Cardi on the hook an' that primitive bastard grabs the bait like a moron.
Tho' I got to admit, the generous fella offered one of 'em Gallia smokes. Sweet stuff, yes indeed.
Anyways, once all that "objective an' mission" crap was done for, Doc gave me the keys to a fine estate at Malta. "Muchas Gracias" pal, muchas-frickin'-gracias.
Now I'm makin' my way back to Liberty. I guess it's round-two, Hale. An' this time, the gloves are comin' off, hahaha! Oh an' of course, I'm gonna try meet up with Evelyn. I can't believe this is comin' from MY mouth, but I swear, there is no other woman I care for.
Besides my own mother that is, but damn! She ain't a woman, she is one hell of a devil. I feel sorry for the boys that crosses her path. Hahaha!
[font=Palatino Linotype]April 18, 818 AS
Seventeenth entry.
[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,
Goddamn I'm gettin' real tired of these backstabbers. Frickin' becomin' paranoid 'ere, can't trust anybody anymore.
So I make my way to Barrier Gate, ya'know, have to refuel the ship an' whatnot. Guess who's there? Evelyn!
Man, that was a pleasant surprise... at first. But look who the cat dragged in. That's right, Hale came shortly thereafter. Now I'm a gentleman. Of course I didn't believe a woman like Evelyn would be behind all of this.
But. She. Frickin'. Was.
I was so pissed off right there that I was close to murder everyone in that frickin' room. However, seemed like Hale wanted to talk. Yeah, hahaha, "talk". Ain't he on schedule, eh? Missed only by TWO-FRICKIN'-MONTHS TO TALK!
That son of a bitch! An' then he has the guts to tell me that he wants to "help". Bullshi*. He just wanted to sweet-talk me into turnin' myself in like a moron. Sorry to say Hale, I ain't of ya' Navy-grunts. I know how to use a frickin' spoon to eat my meals an' I CAN THINK BEFORE I ACT!
As for Evelyn, goddamn I was disappointed. I wasn't even angry, just really disappointed. This just motivated me further to burn down 'ole Liberty. This god-forsaken place reeks with cowards.
[font=Palatino Linotype]April 19, 818 AS
Eighteenth entry.
[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,
Had a rough day so what'ya know? Doc shows up an' says: Hey Logan, feel like smokin' some slant-eyes? Why-frickin'-not? Haha!
So I was headin' my way to Kusari an' guess what, some Lady named Kaze shows up. Now first, I thought it was one of 'em fan-girls or some sucker like that.
Hell, turns out she is some ex-Agent. Hah! The only thing that was goin' to be "ex" 'bout her would be the night out with me. Ya'see, the Lady liked it Girl-on-Girl if ya' know what I mean. Ain't that a blow below the belt?
Anyways, all of a sudden she frickin' challenged me to a fight. Now bein' the gentleman that I'm, of course I didn't wanted to hurt a fine woman as her. Seems this Lady couldn't take NO for an answer. Now, I got to admit, that, was somethin' foxy as hell.
So, I gave her "the ride of her life" if ya' follow me 'ere, hah! At the end, I exhausted her so much I let her go before her ship "exploded", hahahahaha!
[font=Palatino Linotype]June 21, 818 AS
Nineteenth entry.
[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,
I knew it, I knew that bitch would rat on me! I knew it since the frickin' day I left Barrier Gate.
She and Hale had set-up the whole thing, an' now, five days after that thing, I get frickin' ambushed by these Navy cockroaches.
An' guess what happens next? I end up in frickin' good-ol' Sugarland.
Now I'm stuck with a hell-a lot of bastards that I put in durin' my prime-time.
Guess karma is a real bitch, huh?
Well, seems big-shot Hale had some brains to figure it out on his own, so I ended up with a nice little isolated cell that I could call my frickin' home! Still sucks tho', but at least I don't end up gettin' knifed in the back now.
I have been in this pisshole for two frickin' months now. Not a word from Hale, not a word from Sarah, not a goddamn word from anyone. Well, only once, did I get to hear about a name, who still considers me a good ol' pal. Yeah that's right, frickin' Doc.
Some weird fella who was servin' me food one day mentioned that Doc would bail me out. Now, he might be rich as hell, but I don't think there is any amount of money in this world that will be gettin' me 'outta 'ere. Haha!
Thanks to that a-hole Hale. I swear if I even get as much as a second glance at that bastard I will slit his frickin' throat.
But maybe Doc has some plans. Maybe he doesn't. Whatever it is, I gotta start believin' in miracles now.