Well, I daresay New York has become safer since I was given the job, but then again, maybe its all just gotten to my head.
Early on, I was called out of West Point to deal with some annoyances, namely a pack of pirates with a rather mad notion that they were going to charge both me and an attempting embargo breaker 4 million credits. I engaged them when they opened fire on the trader, and succeeded in SNAC-ing one of them and lightly damaging the gunboat. Sadly, I was quickly brought down from their missile spam, not from the gunboat, but from the fighters.
Later I was in New York and the fiendish Alexi_Stukov came through again, this time in a Mastadon, and without registration [ID], which left me confused for a moment. As always, he tried to escape me in any way he could, but this time I managed to keep him isolated long enough to shoot him down after he refused, once again, to pay his fine.
I daresay he is now attempting to hide behind Universal or some such nonsense. He now has reached 12.5 million credits in fines from smuggling cardamine and artifacts, assault, evasion, and resist of arrest, and that's only what I've caught him doing.
Never accept a trade request from him, since he only will attempt to distract you with 10 credits while he makes a run for it. I had a Universal gent pick up the boron he was hauling and sell it elsewhere.
After that affair, I was asked by DSS-Remus to keep an eye out for a Saric Krass, last seen flying a Gull Transport. He is said to be owing DSS 4 million in funds and a few other things as well. He is wanted alive by them. I said I'd be willing to assist in spite of the injury they unjustly dealt me a little while back, so long as they had something to offer the LPI in return.
He offered a hand in their business and membership as well. Methinks we may have found a means of paying our officers, if we push them a bit about it.
As we were talking, a Junker came into my long-range scanners, named Shadowjman[T]. Due to his suspicious flight pattern, I ran upward quickly to halt him, which I did. He was carrying a loadful of Cardamine, unfortunately, and taking advantage of my initiation of my comms, he made a mad dash for the Mooring. Evidence of his holdful of contraband is available on request.
After the smuggler docked, I stepped away from my console to check some other things on the neural net when a person named BMM-HUNTER shot me down for no knowable reason. Something must have ticked him off. I saw the smuggler undock from Manhattan and escape shortly after I jettisoned.
As I drifted in my pod to the hard surface of Manhattan once again, I heard said HUNTER person blathering about having several rookie police officers in his hold and wanting money for them. Had I not suffered another back injury upon my pod hitting Manhattan, I would have assuredly hijacked Lindberg's Roc and made that half-witted criminal eat his words.
Medical said I'll be fine, but told me not to do so much paperwork. Don't really make sense, but I'm not a doctor and know only a bit about their profession so I guess they must have had a reason.
Deveron Kerry, signing off.
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