Hello to whoever reads this, I've never been one for diaries and names, I don't even remember my name all that much, it was so long ago, but if you need something to adress me by, everyone just call me Kophka, what I named my ship after.
Now, as I've said before, I've never been one for diaries but, something special has happened, something I can't fully explain or express in words which compelled me to start this diary.
So, a little background on myself, I've been born on Planet Manhattan, I know, nothing special, some might even find it very pathetic, but living there had it's own merits, what with Liberty just being a corrupt craphole as a whole if you dig too far down into society, you learn alot about that kind of thing and who you want; or rather should work for.
I spent most of my youth helping my dad who worked in a little equipment shop on Planet Manhattan, so I'd say I know my way around ships fairly well, until my dad died when I just turned 14, it was quite the blow as he was the only parent I had left, I never met my mom, she died giving birth to me.
According to the police report, my dad got murdered by a group of thugs and the police didn't do jack**** about it, they probably got bought by the thugs, wouldn't surprise me as my dad did make a couple of enemies along the way.
Anyway, when my dad died, a good friend of him took care of me, he fed me, sheltered me, taught me things my dad never had the time to teach me, he even found me a job at his workplace as a delivery man, first I did local jobs until I got old enough and until I had enough money to buy myself my very first ship.
A Starflier. This was when things picked up a bit, I finally left the prison that was Planet Manhattan and set my first foot in space.
Space is such a beautiful place, I think it was the very first time I've felt in awe with something. This was around the time I decided to stop being a Delivery man and start doing jobs as a Freelancer, there was just so much more opportunities in space.
I just took whatever job paid the most, I didn't care for who it was, or against who it was, if the money was there, I was up for it. Granted, at first in my little Starflea I didn't take anything dangerous, mostly small jobs, sometimes low risk escorts, enough until I afforded a decent, durable, tough and strong ship to take on more dangerous tasks.
By the time I hit 21 years old, I had enough to afford myself a nice Gunboat even! And so, this is what I did, unfortunately gunboats aren't really accessible to freelancers, I had to settle with something relatively easy to get, tried applying for a Liberty Gunboat but I was quickly denied this request, I then tried with the Zoners, usually much more of a cool bunch for one of their Gunboat and they granted it to me.
So, here I finally was, a little name made for myself with a decent ship.
I stayed my entire life in Liberty space, so I thought I'd start exploring a bit, I've heard alot of stories about the border and edge worlds which only made me more curious.
And now is the part that made me start this very diary.
It all started in the Sigmas, as I had promised myself, I would leave Liberty space to go and explore. Sigmas always had a good ring to my ear, so I figured that I'd start there.
In the Sigmas is where I met this very peculiar fellow. He was a Pirate. He was in the middle of pirating like all good pirate does, now, if he was only your regular pirate it probably wouldn't have changed much from the pirates I have killed or worked for before, but I'll come to that later.
So, he was in the middle of pirating those traders, asking them for a certain amount of credits for free passage, your average pirate really, I left him alone and just dismissed it as another case of traders getting pirated.
I stayed in Sigmas for several day, for the most part nothing much happened, though for some reason I did always seem to meet this very same pirate as before.
Every. Single. Day.
We met day after day in space, never exchanging words until we met each others in the Bar of a Zoner base. The more I saw him in space, the more I was interested, "Why is he doing this", "What made him become a Pirate?", there was just something very interesting about him.
And so, I jumped on the chance, having met several time in space without exchanging words, I thought I'd engage a conversation with him in the bar.
At first he was very reluctant to everything I was asking him, nothing a few drinks couldn't solve though.
After a couple of drinks he was much more comfortable with me, he was quite friendly even, there was just this very charismatic aura about him despite him being an unlawful Pirate.
After small talk, I finally got him to spit me his name.
Turns out he was quite well known in the Sigmas and quite well known as a very experienced pilot.
His name? Rorry, King of the Sigmas.
The sigmas turned out to be much more interesting than I had anticipated, Rorry and I turned out to be good friends, he told me his story and even though we both came from very different pasts, we've both been victims of injustice and corruption.
I've stopped doing Freelancer works now, I was even thinking about becoming a pirate, about this, I wonder if Rorry would accept me as a partner.
Turns out some pigs have captured my good friend Rorry before I could even ask to become his partner. I am infuriated. Rorry is one tough sunuvamother and I am sure that he is still alive, if only I had any clue as to where he's being held hostage, damnit.
I swear to god, they'll pay and that I'm not alone.
I am still on the lookout for Rorry, I have recently been contacted by his Renegades and we are organizing a plan of attack.
I will also work to see if I can find any informations, I know that Rorry has been captured in Sigma-13, I will ask the Junkers if they saw any suspicious fleets or ships the day of Rorry's capture.
Something personal and extremely important also came up, I really hate to say but it will probably impede on my goal to help the Renegades in finding Rorry back, I will see what I can do about it all, I am not quite ready to talk about what is happening, not even in my Diary.
The renegades seems pretty slow, I decided to take matters into my own hand, I received words he was on Planet New Berlin so I will go by myself to investigate.
I hope to finish all this fast for several reasons, Rorry is a good friend but I also have my own things to take care of, I will maybe adress said things at a later date into my diary.
Ugh, I'm almost reluctant to update this diary, the renegades seems to be too lazy to do anything about their leader, and I'm not quite yet suicidal enough to rush all alone into the heart of Rheinland to help Rorry.
It pain me to say, I will probably lose a friend but he knew the risks, you'd have to be a stupid idiot to think you could become a Pirate without expecting any sort of backlash.
Anyway, unless the renegades do a move, this shall be my last diary about Rorry.
I am Kophka, someone who has forgotten even his own name, who's lost both his parent at a young age.
I don't think this makes me different if at all, the world. humanity is nothing but corruption, I'm probably one out of billions that lost both his parents at a young age and forgotten his name.
There's thousands upon thousands of Pirates out there, and I really doubt they ALL became pirates just because they felt like it.
But in one sense I'm different than all those people, I want to make a change, in what way I want to make a change still remains unknown to this me even to this day, now this alone is not what is making me different, I'm sure everyone has a certain goal; no matter how small or big. What I'm different is that I will succeed. Yes, I will succeed.
Now you will probably think that I'm nothing more than some wishful thinking kind of guy but I promise you that my name will be known.
Right now I am nothing more than a Freelancer turned Pirate for selfish reasons, probably no one knows my name yet but I will show the world what I'm capable of.
I am not afraid of death, what I am most afraid of is dying with regrets, something I would have had if I stayed on Planet Manhattan or Liberty for too long.
I will show the world how one man can change everything, I will show the world that I will have control of my destiny, I will show the world my might and willpower.
I will make the world cheer for my name so loud that it will reach as far as the heavens where my parents will be able to hear it and be proud of me.
Remember my name, Diary.
My name is Kophka, and you shall follow me throughout my existence, throughout my pain and sorrow and most of all, throughout my Success.
I will write you again, Diary.
I must think alone for a couple of days for I have great plans.
Things really doesn't seem to be going well for me.
I just learned the Death of Rorry, and his renegades are going berserk on everything in Rheinland.
Unsure if I should join them, I was thinking about getting a new identity and ship and start anew.
Maybe I could start my own Mercenary company, or start plans on a custom ship that would probably never see the light of day, but it might prove fun, who knows.
Anyway, first step would be to change my identity and ship, Rorry was a good friend but I don't know much about all those Renegades fellas, I'm still uncertain about what I want to do in the future, I just go wherever the wind brings me.
Going from a Civilian to a Freelancer to a Pirate and maybe to a Mercenary, I'm really lost.
I'll probably look into building myself a ship, not even a flight capable one, but just one in my freetime, I heard being creative was good at keeping the dark at bay.
Bought myself an Havoc, damn fine ship if I must say so, especially for a Civilian ship.
Looks like there's some crazy stuff happening between Bretonia and Rheinland, and with the Renegades executing everyone they can in Rheinland things are looking pretty grim.
Maybe I'll go and offer my help to the Brets or Rheinlanders for a price, who knows.
I also changed identity for the time being, I am now called Orkel, but the more intimates might still call me Kophka.
I'm on my way to Bretonia right now, to see what's up with the war.
Not updating this diary as much as I'd like to, unfortunately this is because I'm extremely busy, I have been slightly too ambitious by buying myself an Havoc and fully outfitting it, I have absolutely no credits left and I can't seem to find any Job.
Anyway, I'll probably send a shoot out to a couple of factions in Sirius and hopefully one of them will contact me back for some work, I really need that money.
Minor setback in the grand scheme of things, as soon as I'm back on my feet I'll make sure to continue my Grand Plan!