Name: Rocky Leon
[color=#7CFC00]Rank: Ensign -Encryption level 4-
Date: 22nd of April, 819 AS
[color=#DC143C]Location: Sandy beach area, Luxury liner Hawaii, Hiran orbit, Sigma 19 Subject: Sigmas, Sigmas, Sigmas
Greetings and hello from the sunny observation decks, my fellow agent friends. Following the orders of the big
man D'Souza himself, I had to quit stuffing my mouth with synth-sauerkraut on Holstein and start a serious
recon. A rather unfortunate event, including me, unspecified brown clouds, minefields and military patrols
forced me to let go of my precious Arrow and pick something with a little more survivability, while keeping a
very low profile. Luckily, the Bundies at Bruchsal were more than eager to help my endeavors. By the
way guys, great job concealing the station from scanners. Almost fooled me. Anyways, I started my recon run
from the Frankfurt system, taking the civvy route into sigmas.
Helgoland station - The ALG waste disposal HQ in sigmas, currently trying to wrestle the last useful bits of
scrap from Junkers and process it into thermonuclear weapons. Tread with care, the station is surrounded by a
debris field.
Gas miner Naha - The GMG outpost, used for storing large amounts of H-fuel, harvested by numerous
automated platforms throughout the system. The bartender has some fine Sake if you give him the wink.
Yanagi depot - The Junker base, competing with ALG in salvaging the remnants of the Northern Rheinland
fleet. Generally friendly folks, but an occasional Corsair visitor might look down upon civilians and resort to
their favorite keel-hauling. I heard they unload their artifacts here, but can't tell for sure. The cargo trader,
though, had a bluish tint to his eyes. Creepy.
The Yanagi battle remnants field - now mostly cleaned up, previously a vast graveyard of the once-proud
Rheinland capital fleets, torn to shreds by swarms of GMG bombers during the 80-Years War. Even though
most of the wreckages are gone, residual radiation gives the place a warm, cozy feeling, and I was even able
to locate an unsalvaged Cruiser wreck deep in the field. Although surrounded by explosive gas. Bad mojo.
Next one up was the colorful home of Cryer. I entered through the Jumphole, and went to Atka to get some
cough syrup for my granny. She needs her syrup, so that she can make me cookies. And I have a powerful lust
for some cookies now. After that I cruised around the dust field for a bit, taking shots of the Jumpgate to
Sigma 19, charting some other holes... When I saw it, in the distance. The monument to the first large-scale
Nomad assault on civilian target, the wreckage of Freeport 7 lies mostly untouched to this day, memento of
their sheer destructive power and of the Houses' ignorance. I gave my condolences, and continued to the greenish cloud on the other side of the system. It harbors the system's biggest landmark - a habitable ocean planet cradled amidst the radioactive nebula - Kurile. The place's run by Samura, who harvests the native
plankton en masse and ships it to Junyo to boost fishing operations. The endless ocean beneath the green sky
is a sight worth the long long trip. The cloud itself is buzzing with various criminals and bounty hunters trying
to prove their mettle, nervous transport convoys and freelancers looking for their "Deal of a lifetime". The
cloud also provides an easy access point to the Omicrons, the Theta one, to be precise.
Jumpholes - Sigma 13, Sigma 19, Omicron Theta, Munich (off the charts, according to rumors in sector 8A, I
ran outta fuel halfway there and had to drift back to Atka on stabilizing thrusters)
The jumphole spat me out in the Gikka dust cloud. Pure Eye candy. I set my course towards the Blue cloud
-Hiryu. It houses one of the biggest GMG depots in sirius - Ogashawa. GMG's gas-mining efforts have reduced
the cloud's size considerably throughout the years. From there, liners with tourists begin their voyage to
observe the system's natural beauties. I wonder why Gaians haven't taken their propaganda here yet. I had a
pleasant cruise through the blue, followed by blinding (literally, thank god I had my shades at the ready)
display of the system's twin suns in all their beauty, and made my way to the green Donryu cloud. This
dizzying vortex of swirling gasses, Omicron-like asteroids and violent electrical storms houses a strange pair of planets locked in each other's gravity wells, orbiting the same spot. Scientists all over the Sirius are baffled
about the planets for very scientific reasons, but I find them pretty at best. My sightseeing was interrupted
occasionally by a pilot light popping into sparks, so I made haste towards the more pleasurable parts of the
system. On my way, though, I ran into a jumphole that leads to Omicron Beta. Not wanting to pee into the
Outcasts' oatmeal, I avoided the jump and went south - to the beautiful planet Hiran and the Luxury Liner
Hawaii, the Orbital Spa and Cruise pride. Right now, I'm sitting in a tourist lounge in my acapulco shirt, straw
hat and a Mojito in my hand, sipping and typing this message while the local beauties showcase their curves.
After that, I'm scheduled for a full-body massage from some of the Kusari's finest girls... The place seems
almost perfect, if it weren't for the constant shady Hogosha-looking types discussing things with burly corsairs
and giving me the yakuza look. Anyways, my toes ache from the constant wearing of Order-issued heavy-duty
boots, so some barefoot-on-the-sand pleasure is all that I need. I even played a little song, and this mighty
fine looking lady has been eyeballing me ever since.