Project Verdant Shadow

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Entry Log

#1 | Setting Sail

Location

Omega-41 Jump Hole proximity, Omicron Gamma

Date

November 1st, 833 AS

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Today marks the commencement of Project Verdant Shadow.

I depart from Omicron Gamma with a singular purpose. My first destination, Torsavn Space Port in Cambridge. It's here that I aim to make connections, for I tread a path where the acquisition of a Gaian gunship may entail legal procurement or a more discreet approach beyond official channels.

The initial silence that followed our attempts to contact the Gaians prompted a shift in strategy. I now embrace a more hands-on approach, understanding that our goal extends beyond mere material acquisition. My quest for understanding Gaian tech has become an integral aspect, offering us a strategic edge against the Mollies in Dublin and making our Corsair fleet stronger against the whole lot of enemies in the Omicrons.

This journal is just the beginning of my journey. As I move forward, I'll update these pages with my successes, challenges, and failures.

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Fleet Commander
Miguel Hierra

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Entry Log

#2 | A Deal in the Shadows

Location

Torsavn Space Port, Cambridge

Date

November 4th, 833 AS

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As I dock at Torsavn Space Port in Cambridge, my purpose crystallizes. I seek connections and pathways for securing a Gaian gunship, be it through lawful means or veiled dealings beyond official channels.

Upon arrival, I wasted no time and sought out individuals with insights into the acquisition of such a prized asset. The bustling docks teemed with all manner of life. It wasn't long before I encountered a grizzled figure. After discreet negotiations, I learned of a potential opportunity.

This contact informed me of a severely damaged gunship languishing in Sandur Base's scrapyard in Tau-31, awaiting disposal. In hushed tones, they revealed that this vessel could be mine, provided I undertook the task of bringing it back to life and ferrying it to Omicron Gamma for extensive repairs.

Such an endeavor carries risks and challenges, but the potential reward is enticing, a Gaian gunboat infused with Corsair prowess. The contact made it clear that the burden of restoration falls upon me, a test of my resourcefulness and ingenuity.

Upon accepting this challenging proposition, the conversation took a curious turn. My contact hinted that, in return for this opportunity, they would seek something from me in the future. The nature of this future request remains obscured, yet it adds a layer of intrigue to our budding partnership.

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Fleet Commander
Miguel Hierra

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Entry Log

#3 | A Quick Break at Trafalgar Base

Location

Trafalgar Base, New London

Date

November 8th, 833 AS

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After my visit to Torsavn Space Port in Cambridge, I set a course for the next part of my journey. Trafalgar Base, located in New London, was my next stop.

I took this break to try and make more connections. I wanted to find folks who might help me with my mission to get a Gaian ship. The base was teeming with pilots, traders, and wanderers from all over Sirius. I tried to blend in and get into conversations that could lead me to new leads.

As I talked to different travelers, I heard about a mysterious figure called "The Steward." They're said to be a big shot in the cosmic underworld, dealing in secrets and making silent trades. Rumor has it that they know about opportunities you won't find through regular channels. Opportunities like the one I'm chasing, the chance I learned about back in Torsavn to get that Gaian gunboat.

With this lead, I'm determined to dig deeper into who The Steward is and what they can offer us. They might be the key to achieving my mission and making things work smoothly. The universe is like a big puzzle, and each person I meet is a piece of it.

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Fleet Commander
Miguel Hierra

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Entry Log

#4 | Sneaky Searches

Location

Trafalgar Base, New London

Date

November 9th, 833 AS

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While I kept nosing around for info on The Steward, things got a bit sketchy. I tried to stay under the radar, but it seems I might've tipped off a few folks about my interest.

So, there I was, hanging out in a dimly lit space bar. The air was thick with chatter, and I was eavesdropping like a pro. Overheard a couple of shady characters talking about someone poking around for The Steward.

Shady Figure 1: "Did you hear? Someone's asking questions about The Steward."
Shady Figure 2: "Yeah? Think it's trouble?"
Shady Figure 1: "Could be. The Steward's got connections. I wouldn't mess with that."

That got me thinking. My undercover detective work wasn't as slick as I'd hoped. The cosmos seemed to be onto my game.

The next days were all about playing it cool. Kept poking around, trying not to attract too much attention. Every step felt like walking on eggshells, knowing one wrong move could blow the whole operation.

As the winds whispered secrets, I couldn't shake the feeling that The Steward's puzzle was still missing a few pieces.

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Fleet Commander
Miguel Hierra

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Entry Log

#5 | Zeroing In on The Steward

Location

Trafalgar Base, New London

Date

November 9th, 833 AS

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Alright, so here's the deal. After playing space detective in the shadows, I've managed to pull together enough breadcrumbs to point me toward The Steward. Word on the street, or rather the space bar, is that this mysterious figure might be hanging out in Halifax Freeport, Leeds.

I'm scribbling down these details, feeling a mix of anticipation and a healthy dose of "don't mess this up, Hierra." Leeds is the next stop on this adventure, and maybe, just maybe, I'm getting closer to unraveling this mystery.

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Fleet Commander
Miguel Hierra

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Entry Log

#6 | Bounty Hunter Tango

Location

Halifax Freeport, Leeds

Date

November 10th, 833 AS

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Just when I thought I was cruising smoothly, I got tangled up in a dance with a squadron of Bounty Hunter ships. They were on me like magnets, tailing me all the way into Leeds territory.

The tango got interesting when we hit the West Leeds Smog Cloud. Slipped out of their radar, disappeared like a shadow. My ship took a bit of a hit, but nothing the toolkit couldn't fix.

Now, here's the twist. I've got this nagging feeling. Those Bounty Hunters, they weren't just stumbling onto me. It's like someone tipped them off. The universe's communication lines chatter away, and it looks like there might be an informant in the mix.

After that dance with the Bounty Hunters, I arrived at Halifax, a mix of relief and suspicion lingering in the star-lit air. The repair crews did a swift job patching up the ship, erasing the visible scars from the ambush.

Stepping onto the docking bay, Halifax unfolded before me - a sprawling mix of steel and lights, a hub of activity. The whispers of spacefarers, and the hum of engines, all blended into a symphony of the unknown.

Resuming my quest for The Steward, I plunged into Halifax's labyrinth of contacts and shadowed corners. Conversations in smoky bars, glances exchanged in crowded hangars, each step adding more layers to the puzzle.

There's an edge to this place, a sense that beneath the surface lies a tapestry of secrets. As I continued my search, the suspicion lingered - was someone here the informant, or was it just the natural rhythm of the starry expanse?

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Fleet Commander
Miguel Hierra

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Entry Log

#7 | Shadows Unveiled - Meeting The Steward

Location

Somwhere in Leeds

Date

November 12th, 833 AS

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In Halifax, a place full of secrets, I was looking around for answers. As I lingered, a mysterious figure slipped me a note, the words etched with intrigue - "Undock and wait for instructions."

Curiosity getting the better of me, I followed the directive. The moment my ship slid into the void, a cryptic message materialized on my screen - "Move to sector 2-B, right at the edge of LD-14 Uranium Field."

Cruise engines engaged, I navigated until the ominous sector loomed on my radar. Multiple blips appeared, painting a picture of concealed activity. Out of the asteroid field emerged multiple ships.

There it was - The Steward, flanked by nimble light fighters. His voice crackled over the comm, echoing through the void.

The Steward: You've made a lot of noise, Corsair. You better have a good reason.
Me: I've been chasing shadows. Bounty hunters on my tail, someone feeding them info. I'm after Gaian ship tech, not trouble.
The Steward: Ship tech? That's a bold quest, Captain. Why should I believe you?
Me: Mollies are rallying the troops against us Corsairs, and I figured a Gaian gunship could level the playing field.
The Steward: Enemies and technology. Interesting mix, Captain. But make no mistake, cross me, and you won't live to regret it.
Me: I'm no one's enemy here—just a captain looking for an edge.
The Steward: You're looking for something, Captain. I might have it, but it won't come cheap.
Me: Spit it out then. What's the price?
The Steward: Rumors say Corsairs control the flow of Xeno Relics and Artifacts. I need some. Deliver 50 Xeno Relics and 500 Artifacts to Halifax Freeport, Dock 27. If it checks out, we talk business.
Me: Xeno Relics and Artifacts? That's a steep ask.
The Steward: You want the edge, Captain. This is the cost. Don't worry; I'll make it worth your while. Deliver the cargo, and I'll contact you to continue the dance.

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Fleet Commander
Miguel Hierra

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Entry Log

#8 | Charting the Course to Tau-31

Location

En route to Tau-31

Date

November 29th, 833 AS

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Following The Steward's sneaky orders, I made sure the drop-off of his sweet bounty — 50 Xeno Relics and 500 Artifacts — goes down smooth at Dock 27 in Halifax Freeport.

The Steward gave me a nod, kinda, through this flickering hologram thing. It was like a virtual high-five, but in that mysterious, behind-the-scenes director kind of way. His digital presence hanged around, all mysterious and ghostly, pulling the strings in this deal.

Now, The Steward's pointing me toward Sandur Base in Tau-31. He was like, "Go there, and your Gaian gunship will be waiting." Leaving Halifax, the ship's humming with excitement, knowing there's something big waiting at the end of this trip.

Every second feels like turning a page in this unfolding story. What started with The Steward's note is turning into this intricate dance, each move peeling off another layer of mystery.

As the ship glides toward its destination, Tau-31's mystery vibe is cranking up. Anticipation's thick in the air, like this unspoken chat with the unknown. With each passing moment, Project Verdant Shadow isn't just about snagging a gunship; it's becoming an interesting journey into the heart of Gaian space.

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Fleet Commander
Miguel Hierra

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Entry Log

#9 | Wreck to Riches: Salvaging the Gaian Beauty

Location

Sector 3-D, Tau-31

Date

December 13th, 833 AS

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Finally touched down at Sandur Base in Tau-31, and let me tell you, the anticipation was killing me. The Steward's message played over and over in my head as I disembarked, and the air crackled with the promise of the gunship.

As I set foot on the base, a message flashed on my PDA – straight from The Steward himself. He says the gunship's good to go, but here's the kicker: it's not docked on the base. Instead, he wants me to head to sector 3-D, armed with an EVA suit. "You'll understand when you get there," he says, cryptic as ever.

So, I punched in the coordinates for Sector 3-D, and let me tell you, it wasn't what I expected. Did a close-range radar sweep, and suddenly, two blips pop up on the screen. Something's off. As I get closer, what do I find? The wreckage of a Gaian fighter and a seriously banged-up gunship. This was not the ship I was expecting to find, that's for sure.

I'm thinking, "What the hell happened here?" The Steward didn't mention anything about a space graveyard. But hey, I'm not one to back down. I suit up in that EVA gear and start the boarding process.

Opening the airlock, I get hit with a mix of relief and disappointment. The ship's in a sorry state, a real fixer-upper. The interior's a mess, wires hanging loose, and consoles flickering like crazy. But hey, it's salvageable.

I make my way to the cockpit, fingers crossed. The Steward wasn't kidding; this Gaian gunship is a beauty, even if she's seen better days. The damage looks extensive, but with some elbow grease and a lot of spare parts, I reckon our engineers can bring her back to life.

I call it in - "Got the gunship, but she's in rough shape. Need an escort for the trip back to Omicron Gamma." I want to make sure I get this prize back home in one piece.

So here I am, surrounded by the wreckage of a failed mission, but you know what they say – where there's a will, there's a way. Project Verdant Shadow might have hit a bump, but I'm not giving up just yet. Time to get this wounded bird back to the nest and give her the love she deserves.

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Fleet Commander
Miguel Hierra

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Entry Log

#10 | From the Abyss to Ravenna

Location

Ravenna Invicta, Omicron Gamma

Date

December 15th, 833 AS

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So, after I hit up the HQ about the gunship, the Executor gives the nod and sends the Santa Trinidad my way. Now, this ain't your typical battleship; it's got this experimental jump drive that's supposed to be the bee's knees.

Santa Trinidad pulls up, and I can practically feel the relief washing over me. The engineers on board dive into the mess that is this ship. I mean, we're talking about a ship that's seen better days - a real fixer-upper. But those engineers, bless their hearts, manage some minor repairs. Enough to get the old girl to survive a jump.

We start the slow glide towards Tau 23, where the Santa Trinidad does its magic and opens up a wormhole all the way to Omicron Theta. Now, here's where things get real interesting. The gunship makes it through the jump, but transition space is a real pain, and more things decide to give up.

In a move that's a mix of desperation and pure Corsair grit, I manage to nurse the gunship from the edge of Omicron Theta, where I popped out of the wormhole, all the way to Ravenna Invicta in Omicron Gamma. Docked that baby, and now I'm just sitting tight, waiting for the engineers to give me the lowdown on the full status report and get to work on the repairs.

I won't lie; it's been a wild ride. The Gaian vessel is in rough shape, scars of battles fought in some distant theater of war. But let me tell you, Corsairs don't back down from a challenge, and I sure as void ain't about to start now. As I docked her in Ravenna Invicta, the engineers wasted no time. They swarmed over the ship like ants on a sweet spill, scanning, inspecting, and muttering things that sounded both impressed and concerned.

I just stood there, watching these magicians at work. They uncovered more issues, some gnarly wiring, a power core threatening to throw in the towel, and the navigation system on life support. But the Ravenna Invicta engineers are wizards with a wrench, and they're not backing down either.

So here we are. This new baby of mine might be battered, but she's got stories to tell, and we're not letting her become space debris. The engineers have drawn up a comprehensive repair plan. This ain't the end; it's just a pit stop on the way to giving this beauty a second chance.

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Fleet Commander
Miguel Hierra

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