[9/9/824 18:13] "The Big C": Man, today was a blast you guys. I took the Displeasure out for a spin with a load of contraband and got myself a nice pair of Liberty ship bits to hang on my mantlepiece when they tried to stop me. There was a pair of hos discussing something that doesn't really matter, but being as I'm a gentleman, I advised them to get clear when the Alaska tried to seek shelter near Trenton, and they did.
Anyway, that's everything for now. Gonna have myself some pastrami. Regale me with your own exploits at some point, fellas.
[9/10/824 06:30] "The Big C": A fun excursion into Kusari was had today. The Mesa Verde joined me on the Displeasure on a magical Trade Lane ride, whereupon we met a fine Kusarian gentleman in a Wyrm.
This ended well.
A Kusari Gunboat joined the Wyrm and they together took exception to our presence. The Mesa Verde was heavily damaged but managed to get clear, having been taken out of action for the time being, though not after I was able to take down the Wyrm in trade. The Carrier Balboa picked us up in California, and we're fixing our ships from the minor bits of weapons fire we've taken. Well, back to my day job, I guess.
[11/1/824 20:30] "The Big C": We've spotted some sort of black market smuggler hideout in the Pequena Negra. Perhaps blowing it up like we did that Pub in Dublin will save us some boredom?
In other news, the local Fifth Fleet seems to be suffering a lot, and I mean a lot, of Nova Torpedo-related mishaps. It's actually pretty funny, and considering our day jobs, we can afford to replace our ships easily. But they will be powerless to stop our striking down of those Black Market Smugglers and their hideout! Muhahahahahahahaha! Seriously guys, warm up your ships, we can blow something up for fun again.
[1/2/825 05:00] "Marauder": I met Mike Blackburn and Company in space and managed to score some sweet action with them. What I ended up picking was some random Lane Hacker, who I can only assume to have committed suicide when he saw me coming. After the Harmony battlegroup munched upon the local Navy elements, I fell back to the Balboa.
Man, this is the life. Also, at some point, I'm going to have to smite some law enforcement; if Blackburn gets suspicious of me aiding him like this, it may mean trouble down the line.
[1/13/825 01:20] "Marauder": Packages I and II have been safely moved off to the assigned place. Rest easy, Halite, your name is clear on this project until such a time as I request your presence. I'll keep us posted on the negotiations with the League's Senior Staff about the Kyle Vaughn situation. Despite his thieving actions, the evidence of which was quite clear when Brooks made her case to us, he is still able to be our agent to deploy the device to the assigned location despite the show we gave him to take back to a certain band of independents. We will be loading Package III aboard his ship soon.
[1/19/825 02:00] TITAN:T H I S . O N E . H A S . A R R I V E D . A T . T H E . A P P O I N T E D . P L A C E .
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[1/19/825 02:45] "Marauder": The negotiation was a trap. Senior Staff have apparently increased their efforts to stop me, and this time they might pull it off. I've engaged SHROUD butERR: Input terminated
[7/15/825 06:13] "Halite": The Balboa has been brought back to the fore with equipment we've, ahem, borrowed, from our unknowing benefactors at TITAN-Holt Products. The superior servicing equipment has allowed us to field our fleets more effectively.
In other news, our labor shortage problem is now a thing of the past. The advanced servicing equipment has allowed us to cut down on our overhead by about three quarters in exchange for, well, less heavy artillery.
A jaunt to Freeport 11 revealed, unfortunately, none of my usual entertainment to be present, so that chapter of my history has come to a close.
Let us blaze our bloody path through Sirius once again.
[4/22/827 02:30] "Halite": Well, this was a rush.
I took the Coyote out for a spin to the Omicrons, met up with a friendly Junker called Lonesome.Runner, and we ran some hot and spicy Xeno Relics down to the surface of Manhatan. My distributors basing themselves out of the Rock Salt Nightclub were more than helpful.
The guns of Albany have had their threat rating adjusted. Their new rating is: NOT A PROBLEM