Entry#: 030
Date: 17 - 10 - 817 AS @ 09:22 SUT
Title: Untitled.
Damned Liberty Navy. Always getting in my way when I need them the least. I reach the coordinates of the jumphole linking Ontario with Alberta and what do I find there? Fort Severn.
When I got closer the station hailed me down and asked for my destination. I couldn't exactly tell them I was looking for a Liberty Rogue destroyer, could I? Had to think fast. I took a gamble and said I was en route to a station in the Yukon system with basic supplies. No doubt they had already scanned me and found the crates of rations and water on board.
My gamble paid off. The response from the tower was "Oh, Freeport 14? Very well. You may pass."
Lucky!
Upon our entry to the Alberta system we were greeted by the Liberty Police, of all people. What they were doing out this far was a mystery to me. I was again quizzed on my intentions, replied with "going to Freeport 14" and received clearance for the second time.
Thus ended the excitement for that day. The rest of it was spent flying through open space without a single blip on the radar from anything with a pulse. I can't believe Liberty claims ownership of these sectors - there's literally nothing in them.
I was awoken by Misaka at some ungodly hour of the "morning" nibbling on my face. Not the most unpleasant way I've ever been woken up, for sure. It reminded me of a Gaian wildcat one my old mates from Bretonia had. It would sit on your chest and lick your face 'till you woke up and fed it. Then it would piss off for a while, until it wanted feeding again.
Anyway... apparently we had reached the coordinates for the jumphole to the Yukon system. Misaka dragged me out of bed and towed me to the control room. It took some time to adjust to the new, bright surroundings. But one thing was clear, there weren't any jumpholes around. The radar proved it.
Bugga! echoed down the empty hallways of the Alsatia. The jumphole had moved somewhere, and it wasn't close.
"Right. Get the two lovebirds out here. We're going looking for this ****en' jumphole." I don't usually swear unless I'm one of the following: angry, tired, naked. And I was all three at the time, so please excuse me.
Some time passed and the crew were assembled. Kana and Fumika would be sent off in the Biribiri and Railgun respectively, looking for any signs of gravitational anomalies which might indicate a jumphole, whilst we would oversee the operation from the Alsatia. We gave each of them a quickly-drawn mudmap of where to look and enough oxygen for a few hours in space, then sent them on their merry little way.
An hour passed with me staring idly out the window, looking down on the pale-blue gas giant that inhabited the system. The ship was completely silent except for the low rumble of the generators chowing down my fuel supply. Misaka, too was asleep on the bench seat in the corner. Poor thing must have been tired after flying by herself for half a day. Now that we had the ship to ourselves, I thought it time to get my revenge on the little kitty cat who had so rudely disrupted my slumber.
I quietly snuck out to the storeroom and grabbed a permanent marker and the cat's ears headband. I slowly installed the headband onto Misaka, then, quiet as a mouse, I drew whiskers all over Misaka's face. Words cannot describe the awful feeling of holding in hysterical laughter to the point of being unable to stand up. Alas, I eventually succumbed to my urges and let loose with the heartiest laughs I've had in a long time.
Misaka slowly returned to life. She would have seen me rolling the cabin around cackling like a crow in heat.
"W..what's so funny, Eva?" she asked, still mostly asleep. Her reply was a barrel of laughter. I was in tears! She was so damned cute it was impossible to keep a straight face. Every time I calmed down even the slightest, I looked her in the eyes and crunched up immediately thereafter. She was getting a bit miffed, but hadn't sussed out what I had actually done to her.
My evil, cruel abuse of Misaka was sadly cut short by Fumika cutting in over the two-way. Not content to leave it as was and with the devil himself commanding me, I asked Misaka to open a video call to the ship and get the Railgun's location.
As Misaka initiated the call I had no choice but to turn around and face the wall. The anticipation was killing me. My heart was in my throat, it was that bad.
Exactly on queue, the control room was flooded with the transmission of Fumika herself falling off the chair in a fit of laughter.
With that I myself let loose. I felt so bad for Misaka, sitting there yelling at us, with cat's ears on her head and whiskers on her cheeks it was an absolute crack-up. I simply couldn't help myself. Fumika was the same, giggling profusely across the comms.
In amidst her fits Fumika said I was an evil, evil woman. And that she'd found the jumphole and that her and Kana were returning. Kana, no doubt had been listening in on the whole event. I was sure she would be eager to find out what was causing all the commotion.
Misaka finally figured out what was on her head and sussed out what I'd done after a trip to the mirror in the bathroom. I heard the noises of a girl desperately fighting against zero-gravity claw her way back up the stairs. I knew then I was done for.
She come flying into the room an adorable cauldron of rage, shouted my name at me, and started moving in my general direction with a murders' face on. I saw it coming. She was going to (attempt to) hit me square on the head. That in itself was rather amusing, seeing this anrgy little girl flopping about in mid-air.
Reacting quickly with god-like ability I grabbed both the raised arm and her other, pulled her in against my body, locked her in place and whilst wafting around the cabin showed her who was boss with my version of a loving exchange of bodily fluids. I felt the resistance against my arms dissipate, I had successfully defused what could have been a very volatile situation. I did notice a wolf whistle coming from the comms. Woops, forgot to shut down the video call. Oh well.
I backed away from Misaka enough to notice she had tears in her eyes, beet-red cheeks.... and her ears and whiskers on. Every cell in my body told me not to laugh, but I simply could not hold back a muffled chortle.
BAM! Fist right to the crown. In my state I had absolutely no chance of catching the blow.
I was planning on enjoying the situation a bit more, but, as Murphy's law dictates, Fumika and Kana had returned and were now copping an eye full through the front window. Bugga!.
I left Misaka, still flustered, to operate the cargo bay airlocks whilst I donned a vacsuit and made my way to the hold. With the bay de-pressurised the doors were opened, and the two fighters were manoeuvred into the bay, locked in place using the cranes and put back in their docks. The two pilots returned to their quarters, probably to continue sleeping.
I floated back to the controls, found Misaka, still pouting. She was halfway through telling me I was mean when I shut her up with another fluid exchange and told her to get some sleep. It was my turn to fly!
I flew to the navigational beacon Fumika had dropped for us, examined the jumphole for stability and after returning a good result entered the wormhole. A few seconds later I found myself looking upon the Yukon system.
The ship's gone silent again, and now that I've finished typing all this up it's time to find what I came here for.
It took a fair bit of guesswork and countless hours of brain-dead searching but in the end the love-birds paid for themselves countless times over when they announced they'd found it over the video link-up. I do believe Misaka got a bit jealous of the thanks Fumika got when she returned, a big fat bear hug and hearty smooch. So maybe I overdid it a bit, but this hulk has great potential in for me.
The next hurdle is getting it home. I sent a bulletin out to the job boards in Liberty looking for a heavy lifter. Hopefully that gets me a ship else I might have to buy one myself. That would be a pain.
It really isn't in as bad a condition as I was expecting. I mean, sure, it has a few holes in it and will need new engines and computer matrix, but it's nothing us Junkers can't handle. I reckon the boys at Vieques could get this thing stripped to the bone ready for refit in a month or two. I'm amazed the Rogues actually left it out here. Their loss, I suppose.
Without ruining the happy mood too much, it must be said before any movement happens the bodies of the men inside must be handled. I haven't checked yet, but I can only imagine there will be a gruesome find.
Bodies do not decompose in a frozen vacuum, after all. I didn't tell the others this but I had a few dozen wooden boxes stowed on board before we left Liberty. I wrote "Crewman of the Rogue Cruiser Maelstrom" on them with a stencil and pressure pack. The coffins will be delivered into space together. Nothing great, but even pirates deserve to be sent off with some dignity. About as much dignity as someone like me can produce, anyway.
With that in mind, we will retire here tonight. Spacewalk tomorrow to investigate the ship. Skipping breakfast.
Entry#: 032
Date: 22 - 10 - 817 AS @ 17:55 SUT
Title: Untitled.
In total I found fourteen bodies on board the Maelstrom. Some had massive injuries, including one body whose head had floated off a long time ago, while others were almost perfectly preserved after decompression killed them. All of them were placed into a coffin as best as I could manage, the whole lot sent into space with a salvo rocket attached.
I was also able to get a better idea of the extent of the damage to the ship. It does indeed have a few big holes in it, and some areas with massive amounts of damage. Both the engine housings were destroyed by direct hits, but the arms holding them to the hull were all intact. The general hull was mostly untouched except for a few areas which received heavily concentrated fire to them.
The biggest shock I got was an unexploded missile embedded in the door to the cabin. It had been fired straight through the window but never detonated. That, and the three bodies I found inside. That's something that stays with you, seeing bodies more-or-less complete except for bloody eye sockets, frozen in stasis, still wearing the clothes they died in. Skipping Dinner tonight.
Whoever brought down this ship knew what they were doing. They didn't blast away at it hoping to hit something important, every strike to the ship had a reason - a specific target.
Regarding the towing issue. Seems to be a fizzer, not that I was really holding out for a ship anyway. I'm flying back to Freeport 14 and getting them to put some tow chains on the Alsatia. In addition to that I'm buying a couple dozen remote controlled servo rockets to help me move the Maelstrom around behind me.
Another issue that seems to have taken a back seat recently is Kana and Fumika. They still haven't questioned me about getting them home to Kusari. You'd think they'd've figured it out by now. Or they did a long time ago and don't mind. I'm getting used to having extra crew members. It makes life on board a lot easier.
Hopefully Freeport 14 has what I want in stock. I'm getting tired of these backwater sectors. And I want to start making money again.
Entry#: 033
Date: 25 - 10 - 817 AS @ 08:55 SUT
Title: Alsatia the tow truck.
I managed to find what I needed on Freeport 14. Some heavy-duty chains and remote servo rockets. Set me back a few credits but in the end I think it turned out cheaper than going the lifter route anyway...
I fired up the welder I had stashed on board and made some mounting points for the chains on both the Alsatia and Maelstrom. I also welded the servo rockets to the ship so it could be given some basic controllability whilst being towed. Quite a neat piece of kit those rockets. They take standardised H-Fuel canisters the same as used just about everywhere in house space. We loaded them up with some of the fuel we had on board and were ready to go.
With Kana in the Railgun and Fumika in Biribiri to observe we set off for the jumphole back to Alberta. The Alsatia had lost what little pickup it had with an extra couple thousand tonnes behind it. But, nothing broke, so it was an overall success. The ship very slowly reached cruise speed and I kept my eyes on the scanners looking out for obstacles. Trying to stop in a hurry, even with all the rockets, would only end in tears...
A couple hours passed, and we neared the jumphole coordinates. I shut down the Alsatia's engines and fired up the reverse thrusters on the Maelstrom. It took some time, but we did wipe off the speed without incident.
The jumphole would be the real test of my welding ability. Their occasionally violent nature can destroy even the best made vessels and turn them into little more than a cloud of radioactive dark matter.
With breath held in and sphincter status at Tightly Clenched we barrelled into the wormhole.
Luckily for us the whole event was rather mundane. Both ships entered the Alberta system unharmed and the chains were holding up.
We set off for the jumphole that would return us to civilised space in the form of the Ontario system. All in all it proved to be an exceptionally routine flight with nothing worth or suitable for reporting. Half way through the trip I recalled the two escorts and sent the lovebirds to bed before retiring from captaincy myself, giving the helm to Misaka who had been sleeping since we departed.
I awoke to the cat pawing at my face and nibbling on my ears. It took me a few moments to realise we didn't have a cat and Misaka had forgotten what happened the last time she did that. Oh well, something to keep me entertained later.
The reason she had woken me up was we had reached the jumpgate to California. So with my half-naked and half-asleep self dragged into the cabin we sent the access codes and jumped into California.
Jumpgates, in our situation, were perfectly safe to use, because of their very gradual "pickup". Tradelanes.... not so much. The way they worked, they'd pull the Alsatia and Maelstrom with easily enough force to tear everything apart. This is where the servos would come in to play. Line the ship up with the tradelane and edge it into the ring. Then the tradelane would take care of the rest. Chase after it down the lane and hope it doesn't collect anything on the way out.
I got out in the Railgun and using the utility arms took the chains off the ships. I stood by and watched while Misaka controlled the rockets and located the ship in front of the lane. As expected, the ring picked it up and flung it out of radar range in minutes. We both chased after it.
We caught up with it gently idling nearby the jumpgate to Cortez. After a quick check on fuel levels we relocated it to the mouth of the lane to Los Angeles high orbit. That would be another problem. The Alsatia had ample power to keep both ships in orbit but it was another variable in an already heavily-laden situation.
It dawned on me how completely dodgey all this was and I couldn't help laughing. If only the laneracers from home could see this. I remember quite a few times back in the day, towing home broken ships just like this. Granted they weren't quite as big, however.
We arrived at Los Angeles, I expertly reattached the tow chains and we set off across the horizon, past LA's gravity well to the next link in the tradelane network. I followed the same procedure as previous and we found ourselves in the shadows of Planet Mojave in under an hour.
The rest of the day was spent repeating the same thing over and over, occasionally stopping to swap out the H-Fuel canisters. We reached the New York system without incident until we reached West Point Military Academy. The lane to Norfolk was sending out a "disabled lane" message, and told us to use an alternate route.
"Well bugger this" echoed down the staircase into the innards of the ship as I took off following the alignment of the lane.
The problem of sleep crept up behind us. We couldn't land anywhere the way we were. Misaka was snoring away in the living quarters and I was about ready to join her. Fatigue started to set in and I knew I'd probably end up falling asleep at the helm shortly.
That, however was quickly despatched when the radar picked up what was likely the cause of the failed lane. Two Outcast gunships. I figured I was in for trouble, what with one of their allies' own battleships being ferried around behind me. I disengaged cruise and fired up the servos to bring me to a stop as quickly as the convoy could manage. I didn't fancy trying to run, that would most likely end in death.
On queue the raiders opened the radio channel. They identified themselves as "Blue" and "Jimbo". Contradictory to most of the Outcast population of Liberty they seemed to be fairly level-headed and reasonable. I explained to them what was happening, how the ship had gotten into a fight and that I was responsible for getting it fixed at Vieques shipyard.
My reply was unexpectedly pleasant. To cut a long story short I was offered an armed escort to my destination, and one of them actually proposed to buy the ship off me when I'd fixed it.
With the pirates in formation I set off again towards the jumpgate to Texas. The Navy, however, had other ideas. A cruiser had responded to the tradelane beacon and was on an intercept course for the convoy. The two gunships broke off and engaged it, leaving me to slink off into space. Got no idea what happened to them.
The remainder of the flight to Puerto Rico was rather quiet. After leaving the tradelanes I took the opportunity to grab some much needed sleep whilst Misaka took the helm. I awoke, again, to being nibbled on. We had reached the jumphole to the Puerto Rico system. We unhooked the Maelstrom and pushed it into the wormhole before chasing after it. We reattached it on the other side and hopped over to Vieques. Some more fancy manoeuvres put the ship into dry dock. We made it!
Got a lot of work ahead of us now. Should probably finish this entry up before breakfast arrives. Hopefully it has something real in it.
Entry#: 034
Date: 27 - 10 - 817 AS @ 13:59 SUT
Title: Untitled
One thing has already become very clear. There was no way the supplies at Vieques were going to be enough to get the Maelstrom repaired. I sent out a bulletin asking for allied transports to bring in some supplies earlier and as a result I have already received expressions of interest. Hopefully the goods will start flowing in in the next couple of weeks. But, putting that aside, I need to start generating some serious cash. The two lovebirds have put a dent in the budget for supplies and all the running around over the last month has left me just about out of disposable income. Speaking of which I am 99% sure they are intent on never bringing up the issue of my "kidnapping" and forcing them to work for me on this ship. I suppose I'll add them to the roster...
I'm flying back to Liberty space and checking out what the latest debris collection contracts are. The grapevine tells me DSE is looking to clean up the remains of the Texas incident and are looking for independents to handle it. Better get the radiation shielding looked at before I go....
I would like to introduce you all to Koneko-chan. She is a Combat Service Vessel outfitted with a full remote control system. In open space she can be controlled from the Alsatia up to 2,000km away, less in asteroid or gas clouds, depending on composition.
Her current duty involves flying into the radioactive soup of the Grande Negra, latching on to a random chunk of metal and towing it back to us a safe distance away. She then chains the scrap onto the towing points at the back of the ship, which is then taken to the Culebra smelters first for radiation treatment and then recycling.
So far there have been a few issues. The main being the ship is so horribly irradiated we can't ever bring her back. Everything relating to her has to be done from a good distance away or from within a radiation suit. Refuelling is a right pain the the arse. Every time she needs fuel, one of us has to go out and manually change the canisters over, before discarding the expended canister back into the dark matter cloud.
I don't like having to leave her in the dark matter cloud, either. I fear I'm going to go see her one day and find she has cerebral damage, or even worse, isn't there at all. I feel more attached to this ship than any of the rest, I think it's because I know the poor thing was destined for an early grave from the day we bought her.
But, on the plus side, she's pulled out enough junk to pay for herself twice over at least. The little monster dragged out an entire transport hull the other day. And the components have proved to be pretty reliable, no failures yet despite the agricultural installation.
And here I was thinking I'd managed to get above collecting scrap. I'd forgotten just how bothersome it was, but at least this time around I have company. The goods have started flowing into Vieques, eating up the money I had stashed away.
I should be able to start reconstruction of the Maelstrom shortly. Still haven't entirely decided what I'm going to do with it, yet.
Entry#: 036
Date: 04 - 11 - 817 AS @ 20:43 SUT
Title: Radiation messes with the mind.
That's for sure. These last few days have been pretty damn stressful. The risk of being irradiated had everyone on edge.... and it all boiled over yesterday when the three others committed the heinous act of mutiny and while holding me at breast-point demanded we leave the dark matter clouds at once.
So, we are leaving. No more dark matter. No more radiation suits, showers and pills. No more extremely lucrative ship and station parts.
No more Koneko-chan. The poor little thing is so badly irradiated it would be infeasible and very dangerous to try and salvage it. Sure, the boys on Vieques could do it, but on such an unimportant ship the cost and risk simply isn't worth it.
Giving credit where credit is due, the darling has survived 3 days straight in the dark matter clouds - which can eat up the best of ships' hulls in hours. Adding to that she's paid for herself 4 times over with what she's hauled out.
Koneko is now drifting in the Grande Negra. Last received transmission indicated all systems were operational, with 12% fuel supply, but that was over an hour ago.... on a 10 minute report schedule. Even though she was nothing more than a lump of steel and copper wire, I shed a tear for that ship. She will be missed.
We are now flying the back way through Texas to Beaumont Base in one of the radiation-free scrap field of the system.
Not sure on what exactly we'll be doing from now on, but we need to generate some serious credits to keep Project Maelstrom afloat. Probably back to my old haunts in New York.
Entry#: 037
Date: 07 - 11 - 817 AS @ 06:52 SUT
Title: Up to my old tricks.
We had docked with Rochester Base for some supplies, and to cut a long story short I hooked up with an old mate of mine from the Rogues. Old, as in, I know what his face is and could pick him out of a crowd, but bugger me if I could remember his name - I just called him "mate". He said he was going on a hunt for supplies and asked me if I'd like to tag along.
I'd given up piracy when Misaka came along, but now, I think the situation calls for it. I'm finding myself scraping the bottom of the barrel - the Maelstrom has eaten up nearly all my credits. So I agreed, to the disdain of the crew.
I tried to lay down some conditions to alleviate the complaints being issued behind me. It would be a smash-and-grab operation only. The Rogue would fly in, blast shipping containers off unescorted transports, leave the ship itself intact, and run like all hell back into the dark matter clouds. I would then scoop up the goods and run like all hell back into the dark matter clouds; from there we would offload the goods to the local pirates.
We stashed the pirates' bomber into the Alsatia's hold, next to the two ships I own. We flew, discreetly, to the Galileo system. Upon reaching Padua Base, we offloaded the "Push Button", as it is known, and after a quick brief flew in formation out to the tradelane.
"Mate" shot out the lane's generators and took it down. Now all we had to do was sit and wait for something to drop out of it.
Sure enough, after a few minutes along comes an unescorted Samura transport filled to the brim with H-Fuel. "Mate" opened comms and told the transports' captain about how he should sit still or get fried, how if he tried to run lovely things would happen to him, and how his family would be sent parts of him in boxes if he shot us up. Naturally, the captain agreed to our request.
The rogue, using his battle-hardened skills, demolished the clamps holding the fuel canisters to the transport. As he did so, Misaka begrudgingly picked them up with the Railgun and shoved them into the open cargo bay doors. While they were doing this, I kept an eye on the scanners to ensure no Navy ships appeared on the scene.
After a few tense minutes had passed, the Samura transport had been stripped bare and given orders to disappear. The three ships sped off towards a secret jumphole, the location of which is known only to a handful of Rogues and allies, located well off the travelled areas of the system.
After about 5 hours in space we had reached our destination, the capital home system of the Liberty Rogues. An impenetrable fortress, guarded by 3 Cruisers of the same design as the Maelstrom, greeted us on the other side of the jumphole.
The big boss of the Terre Haute logistics department (if it can even be called such a "professional" thing) paid me my dues for the cargo, a healthy 500,000cr for each canister. I paid "Mate" his cut of 50%, leaving me with a million credits for my effort. Not a bad sum for one day's work.
I attempted to bribe Misaka with some of the credits. That didn't work. Then I tried to bribe her with my body. That didn't work either. Tried bribing her with food. That worked, for a little while. But she is completely against this line of work.
We went out again yesterday. Much the same as above, except it was in a different location. We camped just inside the dark matter cloud eyeing the Reppu Bend for any tasty transports that came along. Sure enough, an unescorted convoy presented itself after a short stakeout. It consisted of two trains and scans returned steel plates, girders and angle iron. The Rogues pay a very handsome price for steel and alloys as their cruisers consume vast quantities of it during construction. I should know, I'm trying to build one.
The trains were jumped and given the same spiel as the Samura transport from the other day. Once again, the Rogue skilfully procured our booty without killing the cooperative crew. We cheesed it back to Terre Haute where I received a very handsome sum of 2.5 million credits after splitting the profit in half with "Mate".
Easiest money I've earned in a very long time. I might be getting a bit addicted to piracy, now. It's invigorating not knowing if and when a Navy patrol is gonna rock up and start cracking heads or whether the transport is going to take the chance and start blasting.
We will be enjoying the hospitality of the Rogues again tonight, who seem mighty pleased to have women on board, before heading out again. Just looked at the clock and it's 7AM by SUT time. Hmm. Time to get some sleep, I think.
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.
Entry#: 039
Date: 09 - 11 - 817 AS @ 16:14 SUT
Title: Apparently I'm a popular girl too.
A little birdie has recently informed me of some rather worrying bulletins posted around the bounty hunters' table. According to him there is now a 10 million credit reward for any information about me, my ships, my crew or my home.
I suspect it is this group of pseudo-thugs who I had had brief contact with immediately prior to deciding I wanted Tammy Cooper more than they did. I imagine their boss had a little cry when he read the bulletin telling him I was taking her as my bride, and ordered my termination amidst his pussy-whipped sniffling.
The Railgun, Biribiri and newly purchased Koneko Mk.II are stashed away in the Alsatia's cargo bay; Misaka, Kana and Fumika are all sound asleep in their quarters. I will fly the Alsatia out of Liberty space immediately and crash with our mates at Vieques Shipyard.
I have an inside line on an ex-military Rheinlander Valkyre fighter to keep a low profile while conducting business. Going for a great price too, only issue is it's been stripped to the bone. But of course that's no issue for someone like me, who keeps an armoury the size of a nation stashed underneath her pillow.
They greatly underestimate the abilities of a Junker with tits and a gun. My brain, my chest and my 9 mill are capable of getting me anything I want, anywhere I want, for any price I want amongst basically the entire Outcast side of the pirate order throughout the Sirius sector.
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