It seems like forever since I've had a log to use. A lot has changed since I first found myself alone with only a name. It's seems my life has direction and momentum, and it will be interesting to see where it takes me.
As soon as I received the broadcast from Captain Garrison, I returned to the hospital to tell my newfound friend the good news. I was shocked to find an empty bed awaiting me. Upon inquiry, the nurses gave me the grave news of his death. Apparently he had gone into cardiac arrest after what seemed like a smooth recovery from his injuries. It hit me hard, after seeing him just about as ready as me to get back into space.
I glanced back over at his bed and noticed something out of place. The chart on the end of the bed wasn't his. It was mine. Suspicion grew in me, as I began to recall what a source had told me just recently. Someone powerful wants me dead, and the fact is I'm still breathing. I tried to shake it off as coincidence, but I promised myself that I would have someone check into getting the security footage from the med bays.
I didn't have much time to dwell on it, though, because I had a transport to catch. An outcast vessel was docked at Alcatraz, and after receiving word of my admission to the 101st, had agreed to bring me out to Corsica to begin my commission. I packed what little I had left, finished signing some paperwork to sell what was left of my Bactrian for scrap, and boarded the ship with the rest of the crew.
Little did I realize that the voyage to Corsica would be anything but uneventful. We were taking a back pipe from <censored> to <censored> and avoiding all the common trade lanes by using some hidden jump holes. About 3 jumps a long our course, we ran into a very hostile group of <censored> Security. Seeing an Outcast vessel, they immediately engaged us with extreme force. I must say I was quite impressed with the abilities of our pilot to maneuver through the thick gases and asteroids surrounding us. His finesse is probably the only reason we weren't captured. We eventually made it into the <censored> system, and found a standby group of Outcast fighters ready to cover our tails. We waited in formation, but the security force never came through the hole behind us.
Carrying on through a few further jump holes, I found myself enveloped in some sort of immense cloud. I was informed by the pilot that we were finally here, <censored>. He seemed to have some sort of hidden coordinate plugged into his ship's computer, and he just let it follow an unknown path through the fog. Suddenly the fog opened before my eyes, and there she was... Corsica. It was amazing to see it with my own two eyes. <----censored---->. Finally, we closed in on the docking ring for landing.
As I stepped off of the ship, I was greeted immediately by an envoy and directed to !#&**&&
As I entered the hangar, there she was, my newly issued Scimitar. I walked around giving her a once over, before hopping in and preparing for departure. It was time to begin my new life as a Recruit for the 101st Ghosts of Razgriz. I set off for my new assignment on board the Captana. Upon arrival, I was given my quarters, and told to be ready tomorrow for my first duties. I should really sleep tonight, but I have to admit I'm excited like I haven't been in a while.
-Fletch
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Quote:I missed out on a good fight though
I was about to roleplay and join in
"That's my friend you're shooting! I'm coming man!"
as I was typing that, the other guy blew me up though :\
so it came out like...
"That's my friewassdasdaadads"
can't fly with chat open
Immediately upon waking this morning, I had orders awaiting me in my Neural Net. I was to report to Ruiz Base, and begin my patrols of the surrounding areas, searching for GMG Pilots. I set off at once in my Scimitar, with high expectations.
Upon arriving at Ruiz, I received Intel telling me that a GMG group was operating in the area. I set off in search of them, and it didn't take long before I found my targets. The odds were stacked in their favor as wave after wave of forces engaged me, but my scimitar proved to be more than a match, outclassing my enemies in both speed and maneuverability. Throughout the fights, I killed several targets on a list of figures marked for assassination, and received extra bonus for my services.
Finishing up the last few targets, I noticed a suspect craft in the area. I filed an incident report concerning it, as it appeared to have led to the destruction of one of my fellow patrolman's ships.
After filing my report, I was ordered to Omicron Alpha to keep a lookout for contraband on local trade ships. One transport after another filed in to trade on Malta, and each stopped peaceably to let me check their cargo. It was a rather uneventful shift.
Just before I retired back to the Captana, a large heavily plated transport undocked from the Valetta Shipyard. Being an Outcast vessel, it immediately noticed my light fighter and opened communications. After short discussion with the captain, he requisitioned me to fly as escort for his ship enroute to a trade location. In return he offered me 5 million credits for both safe arrival and return. I accepted, and set off with him for the trade.
Along the route, we ran into a few light patrols of bounty hunters and corsairs, but nothing major. It resulted in a fairly fast travel time to our destination. Upon arrival, I saw what made this ship require an escort. We had arrived at a weapon dealer's shop. I watched as the ship loaded up on countless armaments to aid in our ongoing campaigns. In light of the billion that was spent in that shop, the 5 mil paid to protect the assets was put into perspective. I would make sure they got what they were paying for.
Almost immediately upon leaving, I was put into action. A mercenary was waiting outside, and looked ready to harass the trade ship, until he noticed my fighter. He thought twice, and decided to go about his business elsewhere, in more favorable circumstances. We encountered a few more light patrols, which I easily dispatched of, and finally made it back. Thanks to that extra 10 mil loading my wallet, I was able to reinforce the armor of my scimitar. Overall, a beneficial first day on the job.
-Fletch
>>Selection End
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Quote:I missed out on a good fight though
I was about to roleplay and join in
"That's my friend you're shooting! I'm coming man!"
as I was typing that, the other guy blew me up though :\
so it came out like...
"That's my friewassdasdaadads"
can't fly with chat open
Working to get accepted into the 101st was probably the best decision I've made recently. Swept up in the excitement, I almost forget the reasons I am here in the first place. Just when I almost forget, though, there's always something there to remind me.
When I first woke up without memory in Coronado, I moved on to my new life, and the constant action left me no room for pondering upon my past. Apparently, by moving forward I am coming closer to unlocking the mysteries behind me. I woke up to an unexpected message on my Neural Net this morning. My source had contacted me again with new information, and it had little to do with security tapes from the Med bay.
His message was short and to the point:
Quote:Fletch:
Your botched deal a few weeks ago wasn't the first time you've been set up. That mess they found you in was no accident on your part. The same person has been behind all of it. You'll hear from me again if anything else comes up. The bank account number is the same.
I had little time to dwell on it before my final alarm went off, alerting me it was time to head out. I jogged out to the flight deck, and linked up to the dispatcher for orders. He told me today was my Sim day, which I had no what meant. I soon found out, as I reached my waypoint 5k off of Malta.
It began with an all out fighter Sim against one of Malta's dreadnoughts. The sim went on for nearly an hour before I finally caught a burst of fire from their main guns, and my ship's computers alerted me that I was dead while shutting off engines and weapons for the remainder of the sim. Afterwards, Lieutenant Commander Erylian took me personally for some one on one fighter training. I handled my own in the first two rounds, but the next two he gained the upperhand with a couple of well placed mines. As we were preparing for the fifth to break our tie, a voice came over our comms warning us of some activity in the Taus.
Apparently some Colonial Remnant activity was reported in the area. I immediately formed on his wing, and he led us out to investigate. We entered the system, and our long range scanners almost immediately picked up a lone Colonial Remnant Captain. I was ordered to stand guard while Erylian flew in for combat. I was monitoring the fight, as the two traded blow for blow, when my scanners went off again. A CR Colonel was on the way.
He was definitely headed to join in on the fight, but I stopped him in his tracks. My Scimitar seemed small in comparison to his heavily armed Nyx, but I wasn't one to step down from a challenge. As we approached my weapon system's maximum range, I opened fire with all guns. Weaving through his return fire, I quickly brought his shields down to 50%. A surge of adrenaline poured through my veins as pass after pass I landed my blows, further reducing his shields, while retaining mine with barely a scratch. I was doing it. I was going to win this battle.
I watched with anticipation as I reached his armor, and began reducing it in chunks slowly drifting off into space, the surge of my orange krakens shaking the ship as they fired in unison. I had brought his ship down to 1/3 armor, and I was pulling around for the killing blow. I dove straight at him, and he lurched torwards me ramming my ship. I spun out of control and before I knew it two mines slowly drifting behind him blasted into my ship one after the other. The first tore threw my shields, and the second reduced my reinforced hull to shreds. The warning sirens began blaring from my ship's computer telling me of the multiple failures in its systems.
My flaming wreckage drifted away in defeat, as I waited for an emergency pickup to arrive and carry me back. I spent a few hours having burns treated, but my ship is in for a complete overhaul. Perhaps some time tomorrow I can be done, and ready to return to my duties. For now, I have a lot of work ahead of me.
-Fletch
>>Selection End
--REMOTE CONNECTION TERMINATED--
Quote:I missed out on a good fight though
I was about to roleplay and join in
"That's my friend you're shooting! I'm coming man!"
as I was typing that, the other guy blew me up though :\
so it came out like...
"That's my friewassdasdaadads"
can't fly with chat open