--->The year is 816 A.S - Location;Planet Toledo, Omnicron Minor
-->Entry ID; Order Pilot B1-U3-5N-4K-3
->Date: 9/12/816 - 19:41:32 PM
Today i was finally called to arms. My leg, wich had been broken after what would have been a cool motorcycle stunt, was finally healed.
I was reassigned my tattered and faithfull Bastet. The ship is a funny one, agile with a bite comparable to a light bomber. Truly a scary ship.
My loadout wasn't changed during the two years of absense. Funny how these things can stay considering the demand for ships and pilots these days. The factories never seem to keep up, them damn squids are just too good of an oponent to avoid losses of pilots and assets.
*He walks out of his room and continues to note in his notebook*
Well, I guess thats true. They are good, sure, but they are loners. Wich makes them easy to pick off if you got a wingman or two. Sure, some of our more..... hardened pilots, can take on 2 of them alone and make it out with minor scratches. Then, those guys seems to fear nothing but one thing. Running out of nomads to shoot.
*He turns right in the end of a long hallway*
Ah, closing in on the hangar areas. Can already hear the sound of blowtorches and pneumatic tools.
Hm, there she is, my beloved ship. Hasn't changed a bit. Seems like me and my "Spitfire" will once again enter combat.
*A mechanic is shouting at him from the back of the hangar*
Oh Bruno is still working here, better hurry over to him before i get a wrench thrown after me.
This will be all for today.
->Date:9/12/816 - 20:38:09 PM
-->Saving:Complete
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--->The year is 816 A.S - Location;Freeport 11, Omnicron Delta
-->Entry ID;Order Pilot B1-U3-5N-4K-3
->Date:28/12/816 - 14:19:00 PM
I have been assigned a whatchpost here at the freeport. Just some simple scouting work.
While i was there, i asked around if anyone had seen my brother Ed. Suprisingly, alot of people knew him. They told me that he had left soon after my accident. He said he was going to explore the universe to find the root of this nomad problem, and if he was lucky, he might make it before i wake up from the coma.
The other information was rather dodgy, some said he had gone to a newly discovered house named Gallia, others said he got lost in Bretonia, or was killed by Outcasts in the Omnicrons. One of the people onboard claimed that he had seen LSF capture and kill him in the Omegas.
Then a girl approached me one day, said that she had been dating him for 3 weeks. She told me he had left for Bretonia, and she had recieved a letter from him just a week before i arrived at the station. I read the letter, it sounded like he was in a grim situation. Bretonian unlawfuls had found out about him and sounded the alarm. Any unlawful with an connection with the outcasts or an hostile stance to the corsairs were after him.
I paid the girl 200 000 credits for the information, told her to stay safe and call me up the second she heard from him.
I returned to Toledo, against my orders. They sent me to jail for a week. And my ship got impounded with a 500 000 credit release bill.
Once i got out a week later, i had nothing but my tiny appartment and hoverbike left. I sold both at the price of 1 329 500 credits. The refueling and release of my ship cost me about 600 000 credits, and the food, water, oxygen and medical rations hit an astonashing 62 950 credits. The remaining money was far from enough to afford ammunition and upgrades on my ship. So i had to take a loan from the bank. At the total of 1 500 000 credits, with a 5% intrest/year for the next 15 years. It was going to be tough. But with this, id get by even if i had to sleep and live in my ship.
My bastet was customised. The lights were changed so they were harder to see, making me harder to visually being spotted. The cloaking mechanism was removed, i had no need for that. Instead i managed to get ahold of some heavy jamming and stealth equipment. The bonus with this was, that i now had made space for a small living quarter.
I had it outfitted with a bed, a TV, a more comfortable toilet and a fridge. Ontop of that i had installed the latest of Kishiros Exploration kitchens, a compact kitchen that was made to work with the Kusari Explorer and standard Transports.
Considering what i was planning, my entire electrical system needed an upgrade. Which cost me alot more then i had anticipated. 529 780 credits was spendt on the new radar, communication, tracking and stabilisation equipment.
Then came the ammunition and shield batteries, not to forget the expensive hull repairing nanobots.
I was almost broke, and was left with barely enough money to pay for my docking bills and customs. There was nothing else i could do but to head out.
--->The year is 816 A.S - Location;Unknown, Somewere in Liberty
-->Entry ID; Order Pilot B1-U3-5N-4K-3
->Date: 04/02/817 - 14:00:00 PM
For some weeks now, I've tracked the footsteps of my brother. Good lord he has been effective.
From the day I undocked from Toledo, I has been sleeping less and less. The dangers has been grave. Many places there has just been too dangeorus to stop at all.
I passed through Rheinland almost unnoticed. Only a few may have caught a glimpse of me, but it won't be enough to track me down.
Within Rheinland I saw little intresting. No nomads or Das Wilde appeared. All I learned on my way through was that my brother had been spotted but the junker wouldn't tell me more without payment. I paid him 20 000 for the information. He was somewere in Liberty, at a junker base called Thunder Bay.
I departed from Kreusberg and continued on my quest to find my brother.
Whenever I get time I'll carry on this log. I got a feeling that won't be possible in the near future.