As promised I've contacted RoS officials and made them aware of my presence. My mission was clear from the start as I felt more and more at home in the confines of my Sabre in deep space. Many eyebrows were raised in my initial landing which is understandable, but soon thier minds will be eased. If you were a criminal based system would YOU be friendly to newcomers? I probably wouldnt, but they tolerated my prescence and attempted to aid me in my new found path.
Juan and Furyotic were generally acceptive of thier new brother and it was good to finally feel some sort of comradery amongst peers. I feel this is the start of a better life. While it may be looking down the barrel of officials that don't permit our activities, its just my nature to steer clear of the obvious corruption of other so called "Military/Protectorate" Houses.
As I idle in an ice field waiting for new prey my cockpit fogs from the condensation. Silly me I didnt know about this defogging device. Such advancements in technology. Go figure....
This will have to wait for another day as I've detected a Cardimine shipment that looks suspucious. I must investigate.
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I've followed the shipment into deep Britonian space. This doesnt feel right. This doesnt look right. All attempts to contact officials with more knowledge have failed. I'm gunna have to take this into my own hands.
I'm sending this data stream to Malta officials in hopes they will contact backup.
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I've escaped officials who arent what they appear. I will have more information when I have a secure line. Current callsign is way too comprimised. APB in every sector in Sirius. I'm hiding out in New London until I can smuggle myself onto a cargo ship and try to mask my identity. Taking off from here would be a giant mistake.
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Vessel Aquired. I will reenter Outcast airspace under a new callsign once I've taken proper course again. Don't worry our position is not comprimised and to prove it I've dug a piece from educational data streams on the matter.
"Even if somebody is convicted for a crime he has not committed, he is supposed to serve the sentence without giving the police any information about the real criminal."
Callsign "Omerta" signing off. Future contact will be established.