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Date is 20/3/826, AS
Recording.. Since I'm now officially part of two things, Resistance and Black Kites guess it's time to keep a log of my activities. It's been quite a journey from Heliopolis lemme me tell ya. I didn't expect to see so many friendly faces out in Omi-Del. Not many seem to get me yet, and to the honest some of the crew don't get me. I don't mind that, they don't judge and I don't judge em'. Lots of sweet people out there, some a bit more sweet than others. I did a resistance attack a few days ago, went mighty fine' we destroyed a few Bret ships, lost some of our own in the process. Least I got to met the Pepe of the sairs that everyone keep talkin' bout, lemme tell ya he is one ugly fella and I think the rumours of his beauty are a tad exaggerated.
After that I got talkin' to some folks around Freeport 11, lots of interestin' stories come and go in those parts. Some have a bee under their bonnet or they are simply just nuttier than a fruitcake. I think I might have flirted with a AI, not the first time that's happened sometimes I can't help myself I guess. Sometimes I just see stars and well kinda like auto-pilot. During that time there was a few Nomads comin' and goin' big ones too, not the largest I've seen. In the grand scheme of things they kinda let us be, tryin' to be all mystical and stuff with their malarkey viewpoints.
It's kinda like when people try and recruit for religions, cults and the like. Nomad viewpoints seem a bit more militant Buddhist to me, but I don't know much bout religions, never did take to me for obvious reasons. I'm a realist, I live in the moment and whatever comes, comes. You can't be prayin' in the middle of battle for victory, you need to rely on each other and your own grit to survive. My grit thankfully is skilled enough to survive a battle with the Brets and a small fight with a Nomad. Order helped me out then, we got to talkin' nice girl, good lookin'. Turns out I had been talkin' with the 2nd in command of the entire damn Order fleet. Lena somethin' man o man, was I embarrassed.
Not as embarrassed as not knowing the history of my new, friend with benefits. Jess tried to nuke Freeport 11 long ago, two years or so. Tried is the key word for me, I ain't gona tally on the past when I can make my opinions of Jess and believe me those opinions are kinda high right now. She is, quite somethin', quite unique and quite rough if you catch my meaning. Doctor said I should be okay in a few days or so but, woof. She tried to turn me into somethin' I'm not, but it seems that my ways have gotten through to her. There's a date on the agenda, verse knows what the heck she has planned. I need to get my suit, look smart and hopefully not get it ripped right off me. You know I didn't think people like that existed out here, heck I'm surprised I exist out here with my personality.
Either way, we are gona meet again and this time I guess I better get prepared or else I don't think I'll be walkin' straight for a week. Besides that met some cute lookin' Libbie who was confused by me, always fun when that happens. I get to make people all uncomfortable. This one however, decided to leave him be because he requested and now I'm his chaperone for some luck-based chick around Freeport 11, Karin somethin'. Eh, should be interestin' for now I'm gona hit the hay and take some painkillers. I wonder what my parents would make of Jess.