CMDR Alvarez. Bounty Hunter?

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CMDR Alvarez LOG 1, Star-date 10/5/3301

Hi, this is CMDR Adrian Alvarez. I don't really know how this thing works, so here goes. I woke up a little over a week ago in a cryopod outside a no name station with a hundred Cr and a ship. Later I found out it was a sidewinder, and that I had been asleep for about 1,200 years. Yeah, crazy right. Anyway, last I can recall about space was that we had some bases on the moon and mars. Now I find out we have traveled some thousands of light years to new planets, with the federation, empire, and alliance of independent systems. This is a lot to take in. All I know is that I really realize just how small I am in all of this. I set out from the no name station, kinda in awe of the ship's capabilities, and made my way to Erevate. There I set out to make a living.

Mining seemed like the most boring job I could think of, Pirating sounded profitable, but I always had a thing for protecting innocents since the war, trading seemed ludicrous, yet profitable. The thing that really stuck out to me was Bounty Hunting. I mean, who doesn't want to be a Boba Fett, though you probably don't know who that is since I barely did back then. Never mind, the thing is that it appealed to me. I set out to collect some bounties, fight bad guys and whatnot, until I realized this isn't the only thing for me. I started out in a sidewinder, but after some smuggling missions, which I could reference another fictional character that you probably wouldn't get, I became rich enough to buy a Cobra MKIII. I set out and outfitted it with some cool gear, and am setting off to become a great bounty hunter. I was told this is a good way to document my adventures, be they the stuff of legend, of lost in the annals of time. So here goes to making a name for myself in this region of space, and record it along the way.
 

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CMDR Alvarez LOG 2, Star-Date 10/6/3301

Well this is exciting! I think I should be a bounty hunter, but it is so hard. I started my day by checking into the bulletin board at the erevate station. Got some hauling jobs and a couple of contracts. Hauling jobs are great, they bring in a lot of cash flow fast, but it's kind of boring. Anyway, After getting some easy creds, I set off for my bounty contract. It was hard. I popped into a zone with not one, two, three, or four, but five ships. Me in my cobra against 5 ships ranging from python to sidewinder. I thought I was dead, until the shooting started. Man oh man, did I almost die. At first I took out the sidewinder, but soon after the rest of the ships opened up on me. I had nowhere to run (Due to them repeatedly hitting my FSD) so I turned back, exhausted some heat from my heat sink, and came back guns blazing. My twin pulse lasers helped take down the shields, while my gimballed auto cannons tore through their hull. At one point the canopy busted open. Luckily my shields where recharged so the decompression didn't kill me outright, but with no HUD to see what was happening with my ship and targets, I thought I was doomed. Then the calvary arrived. Some space cops lent a helping hand in taking down what was left of the makeshift fleet. They gave me a quick scan and I headed down to gidzenko hub to repair and refuel. I think that is when all the excitement happened.

I pull into the port with my ship, the Excaliber, and set to find a nice place to crash while I relaxed. As soon as I entered the bar/restaurant, the rink, I saw a picture of myself on the display of wanted fugitives. I thought to myself "That can't be right.", but I doubled checked, "Commander "unknown" Wanted. Reward 1,000,000 Cr. To be brought in alive." This is crazy. I stopped in the middle of the door as the voice over for the bulletin came on. Apparently the door makes a great big schlunk sound as it opens, so everyone saw me, then turned their heads towards the poster, and looked back. All they saw was the door closing, and possibly my frantic self running back to my ship.

I try to act calm as flight control asks me to leave the station, hoping that I don't sound terrified with my response, and I leave Gidzenko. I plotted a jump to poriti, known for being semi-lawless, or at least I hope so, and warped out of there. The crazy thing is, I kind of recognized the voice for the computer program that pronounced my status as "unknown" and all that. Maybe this has something to do with my past, as in way past beyond anything, or maybe it has to do with some random interaction at some random location. Whatever the case may be, I don't think this is the end for me, and I don't think that the Viper following me thinks so either...
 

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CMDR Alvarez Log 3. Star-Date 7/10/3301

I think I'm in love. Not with anyone, though maybe when all this settles down...anyway, I think I REALLY want to be a bounty hunter now. It Is Awesome! After being chased by a viper out of Gidzenko, I made my way to Poriti hoping he wouldn't follow. I was wrong. The thing was though, he was just a pirate, albeit smart. He saw a Cobra, scanned it and found some cargo(Shipping run that I kinda ditched after the whole "wanted" business.) and thought I was some high roller. After all, I just bought this ship about a day or two ago and had kitted it out nicely. He interdicted me, but I decided that I needed to try out a new weapon combo. Two fixed rail guns on top with two gimballed pulse lasers on bottom. The Viper soon found out how effective this was, and I had scored 10,000 creds on Bounty. Not bad, not bad at all.

I decided that Poriti wasn't really my kind of place, what with only two outposts only. Not those giant floating box/bottle things, I mean the oil rig looking stations. The ones you have to wait at for HOURS because some nobody just went to sleep on one of the three pads available!! Anyway, I jumped to Kremainn and made my way to Wohler terminal. Being that I just got out of an adrenaline high probably didn't help what happened next, but I'm kinda glad it didn't. As I was nearing kremainn 2, I noticed that there was a high intensity combat zone. After proving my load-out successful earlier, I decided "Eh, What the heck." and bee lined to help out.

I teamed up with a faction and started taking out bogeys. It was Awesome. After taking out some lightweight sidewinders, I focused on a Type 6, diamondback scout, and a viper. They were relatively easy, but the armor on some of them were Crazy durable. It took me most of my Rail gun ammo to take them out. But then an anaconda came. Those things are HUGE! I thought I was toast, and the voice over my com's told me I was right. "Halt Unidentified Commander. You are under arrest. Surrender now or we will commence attack." At first I thought "I can take him" until the rest of my side all left. There was even another Commander like me, leaving while apologizing for the hurt I was about to take. Oh well.

I Diverted 3 pips to weapons leaving one in engines and two in systems. If I was going to fight this guy, running wouldn't do that good, but shields and weapons would. His first barrage almost took out my shields with one hit, dang this guy is good. I thrusted towards him like a bull seeing red, which I did, in the form of lasers, of death. I unloaded with my pulse lasers, but it didn't seem to put a dent in his shields. Great. I charged and floated around behind him targeting his thrusters. Maybe if he couldn't move, I could just unload until he was down. Great plan, idiot. It turns out, well you probably know this, that anaconda's have mounts that allow them to shoot behind them as well, a la turret if I'm not mistaken, so there I was being pummeled while I couldn't pummel. That's it. I rammed him, and I mean rammed. I think my com's dish got knocked out or something. Then I pronounced my disdain by positioning myself, thrusters facing him, and boosted away.

He seemed mad. "This is your last warning, if you do not comply I will blow you out of the sky!" oh great, he wasn't even trying. I was dead, well, if your reading this then maybe not. I replied "Yeah, well you'll have to catch me first." I know, very mature, but I had a plan. I mentioned earlier that we were around Kremainn 2, well, Kremainn 2 had ring, and a ring meant asteroids, and asteroids meant maneuverability. I super cruised to the field and clamped to an asteroid running dark. The anaconda pilot came after me, and boy did it look out of place. I ditched my extra pip in weapons and used as much as I could in engines. I managed to get some great hits with my rail gun, all 4 rounds left, and then a great idea popped in my mind, or it surfaced from earlier, anyway. I used the same taunting tactic on the anaconda and he did the same thing, threaten, follow, repeat. He was so predictable I used that to my advantage. After boosting away, straight towards an asteroid the size of a small station, I swerved out of the way just barely. The anaconda wasn't so lucky.

He slammed straight into the thing, popping his shields and bringing his hull down to 10% (this had been a long battle) I was so relieved that I charged again and blasted with the last round of my rail gun, finally hitting the hull, and my pulse lasers. Rail gun brought it down to 5%, lasers to 3% my ramming, well, it was enough for the K.O! I left the pilot in the field, reported him in active standby, and made my way to Wohler to collect my war bonds. All in all, the station was surprised I made it.

The majority of the guys there were at the conflict zone before it went all "versus" in there, and all had a look of shock that I was alive. I casually cashed in my bonds, and not to humbly made my way to a hotel room with a great view of space. Time to relax, finally. Maybe later I could find out why he really wanted me alive, and went to all the trouble of the battle to find me. Oh well, answer to questions for another day. Oh, is that my room service 5 course meal? life is good.
 

Excaliber26

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Battle Stations

CMDR Alvarez Log 3. Star-Date 7/10/3301

I think I'm in love. Not with anyone, though maybe when all this settles down...anyway, I think I REALLY want to be a bounty hunter now. It Is Awesome! After being chased by a viper out of Gidzenko, I made my way to Poriti hoping he wouldn't follow. I was wrong. The thing was though, he was just a pirate, albeit smart. He saw a Cobra, scanned it and found some cargo(Shipping run that I kinda ditched after the whole "wanted" business.) and thought I was some high roller. After all, I just bought this ship about a day or two ago and had kitted it out nicely. He interdicted me, but I decided that I needed to try out a new weapon combo. Two fixed rail guns on top with two gimballed pulse lasers on bottom. The Viper soon found out how effective this was, and I had scored 10,000 creds on Bounty. Not bad, not bad at all.

I decided that Poriti wasn't really my kind of place, what with only two outposts only. Not those giant floating box/bottle things, I mean the oil rig looking stations. The ones you have to wait at for HOURS because some nobody just went to sleep on one of the three pads available!! Anyway, I jumped to Kremainn and made my way to Wohler terminal. Being that I just got out of an adrenaline high probably didn't help what happened next, but I'm kinda glad it didn't. As I was nearing kremainn 2, I noticed that there was a high intensity combat zone. After proving my load-out successful earlier, I decided "Eh, What the heck." and bee lined to help out.

I teamed up with a faction and started taking out bogeys. It was Awesome. After taking out some lightweight sidewinders, I focused on a Type 6, diamondback scout, and a viper. They were relatively easy, but the armor on some of them were Crazy durable. It took me most of my Rail gun ammo to take them out. But then an anaconda came. Those things are HUGE! I thought I was toast, and the voice over my com's told me I was right. "Halt Unidentified Commander. You are under arrest. Surrender now or we will commence attack." At first I thought "I can take him" until the rest of my side all left. There was even another Commander like me, leaving while apologizing for the hurt I was about to take. Oh well.

I Diverted 3 pips to weapons leaving one in engines and two in systems. If I was going to fight this guy, running wouldn't do that good, but shields and weapons would. His first barrage almost took out my shields with one hit, dang this guy is good. I thrusted towards him like a bull seeing red, which I did, in the form of lasers, of death. I unloaded with my pulse lasers, but it didn't seem to put a dent in his shields. Great. I charged and floated around behind him targeting his thrusters. Maybe if he couldn't move, I could just unload until he was down. Great plan, idiot. It turns out, well you probably know this, that anaconda's have mounts that allow them to shoot behind them as well, a la turret if I'm not mistaken, so there I was being pummeled while I couldn't pummel. That's it. I rammed him, and I mean rammed. I think my com's dish got knocked out or something. Then I pronounced my disdain by positioning myself, thrusters facing him, and boosted away.

He seemed mad. "This is your last warning, if you do not comply I will blow you out of the sky!" oh great, he wasn't even trying. I was dead, well, if your reading this then maybe not. I replied "Yeah, well you'll have to catch me first." I know, very mature, but I had a plan. I mentioned earlier that we were around Kremainn 2, well, Kremainn 2 had ring, and a ring meant asteroids, and asteroids meant maneuverability. I super cruised to the field and clamped to an asteroid running dark. The anaconda pilot came after me, and boy did it look out of place. I ditched my extra pip in weapons and used as much as I could in engines. I managed to get some great hits with my rail gun, all 4 rounds left, and then a great idea popped in my mind, or it surfaced from earlier, anyway. I used the same taunting tactic on the anaconda and he did the same thing, threaten, follow, repeat. He was so predictable I used that to my advantage. After boosting away, straight towards an asteroid the size of a small station, I swerved out of the way just barely. The anaconda wasn't so lucky.

He slammed straight into the thing, popping his shields and bringing his hull down to 10% (this had been a long battle) I was so relieved that I charged again and blasted with the last round of my rail gun, finally hitting the hull, and my pulse lasers. Rail gun brought it down to 5%, lasers to 3% my ramming, well, it was enough for the K.O! I left the pilot in the field, reported him in active standby, and made my way to Wohler to collect my war bonds. All in all, the station was surprised I made it.

The majority of the guys there were at the conflict zone before it went all "VS" in there, and all had a look of shock that I was alive. I casually cashed in my bonds, and not to humbly made my way to a hotel room with a great view of space. Time to relax, finally. Maybe later I could find out why he really wanted me alive, and went to all the trouble of the battle to find me. Oh well, answer to questions for another day. Oh, is that my room service 5 course meal? life is good.
 

Excaliber26

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Battle Stations

CMDR Alvarez Log 3. Star-Date 7/10/3301

I think I'm in love. Not with anyone, though maybe when all this settles down...anyway, I think I REALLY want to be a bounty hunter now. It Is Awesome! After being chased by a viper out of Gidzenko, I made my way to Poriti hoping he wouldn't follow. I was wrong. The thing was though, he was just a pirate, albeit smart. He saw a Cobra, scanned it and found some cargo(Shipping run that I kinda ditched after the whole "wanted" business.) and thought I was some high roller. After all, I just bought this ship about a day or two ago and had kitted it out nicely. He interdicted me, but I decided that I needed to try out a new weapon combo. Two fixed rail guns on top with two gimballed pulse lasers on bottom. The Viper soon found out how effective this was, and I had scored 10,000 creds on Bounty. Not bad, not bad at all.

I decided that Poriti wasn't really my kind of place, what with only two outposts only. Not those giant floating box/bottle things, I mean the oil rig looking stations. The ones you have to wait at for HOURS because some nobody just went to sleep on one of the three pads available!! Anyway, I jumped to Kremainn and made my way to Wohler terminal. Being that I just got out of an adrenaline high probably didn't help what happened next, but I'm kinda glad it didn't. As I was nearing kremainn 2, I noticed that there was a high intensity combat zone. After proving my load-out successful earlier, I decided "Eh, What the heck." and bee lined to help out.

I teamed up with a faction and started taking out bogeys. It was Awesome. After taking out some lightweight sidewinders, I focused on a Type 6, diamondback scout, and a viper. They were relatively easy, but the armor on some of them were Crazy durable. It took me most of my Rail gun ammo to take them out. But then an anaconda came. Those things are HUGE! I thought I was toast, and the voice over my com's told me I was right. "Halt Unidentified Commander. You are under arrest. Surrender now or we will commence attack." At first I thought "I can take him" until the rest of my side all left. There was even another Commander like me, leaving while apologizing for the hurt I was about to take. Oh well.

I Diverted 3 pips to weapons leaving one in engines and two in systems. If I was going to fight this guy, running wouldn't do that good, but shields and weapons would. His first barrage almost took out my shields with one hit, dang this guy is good. I thrusted towards him like a bull seeing red, which I did, in the form of lasers, of death. I unloaded with my pulse lasers, but it didn't seem to put a dent in his shields. Great. I charged and floated around behind him targeting his thrusters. Maybe if he couldn't move, I could just unload until he was down. Great plan, idiot. It turns out, well you probably know this, that anaconda's have mounts that allow them to shoot behind them as well, a la turret if I'm not mistaken, so there I was being pummeled while I couldn't pummel. That's it. I rammed him, and I mean rammed. I think my com's dish got knocked out or something. Then I pronounced my disdain by positioning myself, thrusters facing him, and boosted away.

He seemed mad. "This is your last warning, if you do not comply I will blow you out of the sky!" oh great, he wasn't even trying. I was dead, well, if your reading this then maybe not. I replied "Yeah, well you'll have to catch me first." I know, very mature, but I had a plan. I mentioned earlier that we were around Kremainn 2, well, Kremainn 2 had ring, and a ring meant asteroids, and asteroids meant maneuverability. I super cruised to the field and clamped to an asteroid running dark. The anaconda pilot came after me, and boy did it look out of place. I ditched my extra pip in weapons and used as much as I could in engines. I managed to get some great hits with my rail gun, all 4 rounds left, and then a great idea popped in my mind, or it surfaced from earlier, anyway. I used the same taunting tactic on the anaconda and he did the same thing, threaten, follow, repeat. He was so predictable I used that to my advantage. After boosting away, straight towards an asteroid the size of a small station, I swerved out of the way just barely. The anaconda wasn't so lucky.

He slammed straight into the thing, popping his shields and bringing his hull down to 10% (this had been a long battle) I was so relieved that I charged again and blasted with the last round of my rail gun, finally hitting the hull, and my pulse lasers. Rail gun brought it down to 5%, lasers to 3% my ramming, well, it was enough for the K.O! I left the pilot in the field, reported him in active standby, and made my way to Wohler to collect my war bonds. All in all, the station was surprised I made it.

The majority of the guys there were at the conflict zone before it went all "VS" in there, and all had a look of shock that I was alive. I casually cashed in my bonds, and not to humbly made my way to a hotel room with a great view of space. Time to relax, finally. Maybe later I could find out why he really wanted me alive, and went to all the trouble of the battle to find me. Oh well, answer to questions for another day. Oh, is that my room service 5 course meal? life is good.

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CMDR Alvarez, Log 4. Star-Date *?/#!^*/3301

BLACK BOX RECOVERY DATA
>>ANOMALY LOCATED
>>BLACK BOX RECOVERY TEAM GAMMA SENT TO ANOMALY
>>SCANNING...SCANNING...
>>SCAN COMPLETE
>>SHIP DESIGNATION: EXCALIBER
>>ANOMALY FLAGGED: SHIP MOVEMENT NEAR FRAMESHIFT DRIVE SPEED
>>STRESS ANALYSIS CONFIRMS FORCEFUL ACCELERATION
>>POSSIBILITY: FRAMESHIFT DRIVE ENERGY LEAKAGE
>>BLACK BOX RECOVERY SUCCESSFUL
>>BEGIN MESSAGE

>>I don't know if anyone can even hear this right now....some strange stuff has been going on....lost all sense of time....star port. After that....Group of....kidnapped....luckily I escaped with my ship, but.... they put some new kind of cargo....corrosion factor involved....ship didn't last that....before the stasis activated I....speaker working so....CMDR Alvarez requesting assistance....Location 500 Light seconds from....Third planet in....near federation alliance split I think....don't know how long I'll last....stasis finally coming on....possibly last words....Help me...........<<


>>PILOT STATUS: UNKNOWN
>>RESCUE EVENT: POSSIBLE
>>>>CONTACT SUPERIORS FOR FURTHER INVESTIGATION
>>OBJECTIVE: FIND BACKGROUND
>>SCANNING...SCANNING...
>>SCAN COMPLETE

>><<ALERT<<>><<>>ALERT<<>><<>>ALERT>><<

>>NEW INFORMATION: EMBEDDED AND OUTSOURCE
>>EMBEDDED INFORMATION: CMDR "ALVAREZ" POSSIBLE CONTACT WITH ALIEN ARTEFACT
>>>>QUOTATION <"they put some new kind of cargo....corrosion factor involved....ship didn't last that">
>>OUTSOURCED INFORMATION: CMDR "ALVAREZ" POSSIBLE SUSPECT/BOUNTY FOR TARGET "UNKNOWN"
>>>>BOUNTY: 1,000,000 Cr
>> NEW OBJECTIVE: LOCATE PILOT
>>SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: BRING IN ALIVE
>>COMMAND: SEND FILE = FEDERATION COMMAND: UNKNOWN...ID NUMBER ***_**_****
>>FILE SENT

>>NEW COMMAND LINE
>>DELETE FILE SOURCE
>>...DELETE SUCCESSFUL
>>COERCE/TERMINATE BLACK BOX RECOVERY TEAM
>>MESSAGE TYPE
>>SENT FROM: UNDERCOVER ASSOCIATE
>>BEGIN TEXT <"Don't share this data with anyone. ANYONE. The only reason I'm sending this to you is that you flagged this sort of data. Don't involve me, or my men. As far as we're concerned this was just some unlucky pilot who seemed to have vanished due to a smashed canopy. We ruled it as a death, and we aren't going to investigate further. I know how you run things near sol, and I don't need some of my people 'disappearing'. Just take what you want. No one even knows the importance of this beside you and me.">
>>END TEXT
>>MESSAGE SENT

>>INCOMING INSTRUCTION...
>>RESCIND 'COERCE/TERMINATE BLACK BOX RECOVERY TEAM'
>>NEW COMMAND LINE
>>TERMINATE ALL KNOWN TIES/VALUE OF TIES
>>UNDERCOVER ASSOCIATE<VALUE OF
>>UNDERCOVER ASSOCIATE TERMINATION APPROVED
>>END TRANSMISSION

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CMDR Alvarez Log 5, Star Date 3301

PILOT TRACKING DATA

>>PILOT TRACKING...
>>POSSIBLE LOCATION VERIFIED
>>PILOT NAME "Adrian Alvarez" REGISTERED
>>CROSS REFERENCE PILOT NAME TO POSSIBLE PILOT'S /= TARGET PILOT
>>"CMDR Alvarez" SHIP REGISTRY POINT
>>SHIP REGISTRY "Excaliber2" REGISTERED TO COBRA MK III AT: KREMMAIN SYSTEM WOHLER TERMINAL
>>TARGET PILOT LAST KNOWN SHIP DESIGNATE "Excaliber" ALSO COBRA MK III
>>CROSS CHECK COMPLETE
>>ANALYSIS CONFIRMED: PILOT SUBJECT = PILOT TARGET "CMDR Alvarez"
>>FLAG PILOT MOVEMENT

>><<ERROR>><<ERROR>><<

>>TARGET PILOT EXHIBITING UNKNOWN BEHAVIOUR
>>FILE TYPE: RECORDS
>>>>SECONDARY SHIP LEFT IN WOHLER TERMINAL
>>>>NEW SHIP BOUGHT WITH NEW REGISTRY ID
>>>>NAV BEACONS TAGGED TARGET PILOT FLYING FROM KREMMAIN TO ALTAIR

>>TARGET LOCATE: SOLO ORBITER NEAR DARKES HOLLOW
>>TARGET PILOT POSSIBLE THREAT TO SOL
>>CLOSE PROXIMITY + TAGGED THREAT AGAINST FEDERATION + NEAR HOME STAR = POSSIBLE THREAT
>>ALERTING SUPERIORS.

>>NEW COMMAND LINE RECEIVED

>>SURVEY
>>TARGET NOT EXHIBITING NATURAL PARAMETERS FOR DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOUR
>>POSSIBLE "MISS-TAG"

>>NEW COMMAND LINE RECEIVED

>>SURVEY RECORDS PREVIOUS TO "BLACK BOX" ACCOUNT
>>SCANNING...SCANNING
>>SCAN COMPLETE

>><<WARNING>><<WARNING>><<

>>SUBJECT "CMDR Adrian Alvarez" NOT LOCATED IN DATABASE PREVIOUS: OCTOBER 1 3301

>>SEARCHING POSSIBLE DATABASES FOR PREVIOUS INFORMATION
>>SCANNING HISTORICAL INFORMATION GIVEN BY SUBJECT VIA "CMDR's Logs"

>>SCAN COMPLETE

>>WARNING: PILOT NOT OF ORIGINAL TIME LINE
>>RECORDS + ACCOUNT GIVEN = PAST ORIGIN
>>CALCULATING
>>SUBJECT BORN DATE: 2070
>>CRYO FREEZE DATE: 2090
>>SUBJECT THAWED 3303: EXACT TIMETABLE UNKNOWN

>>NEW COMMAND LINE RECEIVED

>>INFILTRATE AND OBSERVE
>>POSSIBLE THREAT TO FEDERATION: DIMINISHED
>>POSSIBLE THREAT TO KNOWN UNIVERSE: HIGH
>>COUNTERMEASURES: UNKNOWN
>>SPECIFICS OF THREAT: UNKNOWN
>>SUBJECT POSES THREAT: KNOWN
>>THREAT ASSESSMENT: EXTREMELY HIGH

>>FILE TYPE MESSAGE
>>>>TO: FEDERATION/EMPIRE/ALLIANCE LEADERSHIP
>>>>FROM: SOURCE
>>>>MESSAGE READ: "This is a warning from a common benefactor. Why you are receiving this message and who it is from should not concern you. What should concern you is the imminent threat to the known universe exemplified in one Commander. The specifics will not be disclosed, but be warned. The presence of Commander 'Adrian Alvarez' is a threat. The nature of this threat is very high, and will occur soon. Prepare yourselves against this threat. Further warning. Do not attempt to apprehend the commander. His role is marginal at best, yet pivotal. Individually he does not pose a threat, but what he stands for, is coming from, and related to means that he will be the key to the disaster about to take place. Flag him. Send data to us from him. Do not let him know that you are conducting surveillance. Failure to comply or acknowledge this warning will result in the imminent destruction of the human race."<<<<END MESSAGE

>>MESSAGE SENT

>>NEW COMMAND LINE RECEIVED

>>COMMAND READ: WAIT...
 
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di6turbed said:
Great stuff! and here I wanted to invite you to RP, yet it seems I will have to run from you? :) +1!
Click to expand...

Thanks! I am new to RP and am seeing if I'm any good at it. Thanks for the confidence boost. :D

And to you Don Alvarez, all I have to say is "lol" :)
 
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TRANSMISSION WARNI>>>...<<<New Life

CMDR Alvarez Log 6, Star-Date 3301

>>CHECK IN STATUS FOR PILOT TRACKING: TARGET "CMDR Alvarez"
>>PILOT TRACKING DATA
>>UPDATE: TRACKING IN PLACE
>>PILOT STATUS UPDATE...

>><<WARNING>><<WARNING>><<

>>NEW DATA INCOMING...

>>COMMUNICATION PROTOCOL BREACHED
>>TRANSFER PROTOCOL LINKED TO COMMANDER'S LOG FILE

>>NEW COMMAND LINE SENT

>>CUT TRANSMISSION FEEDS

>>DATA BACKUP IMPLEMENTED
>>DUMP FILE CACHE

>><<WARNING>><<WARNING>><<

>>POSSIBLE BREACH IN PROTOCOL EVIDENT
>>CUT TIES TO PILOT

>>"A TACTICAL RETREAT IS SOMETIMES BETTER THAN A BULLHEADED CHARGE" CODE LINE RECEIVED
>>DEACTIVATING TRACKING PROTOCOL

>>SYSTEM SHUT DOWN

Hello? Thank God this is working. I have now idea what's been going on the past week, but it's totally bizarre. Oh, sorry, this is commander Adrian Alvarez of the Excaliber2. I probably need to get the name changed. Anyway, the reason I haven't been updating my CMDR's Log is that I was kidnapped, tortured, escaped, tracked, hunted, and labelled as a threat to all of known space. You probably know that for the same reason I know that, the CMDR's Log. For some reason this thing is connected to my suit, which means that no matter what ship I'm in it will broadcast to some sort of record and transmission station. I guess the added bonus is it locates and records transmissions concerning me. I don't know how it hacked into it, but there is a feed of data that is discussing me. They know what ships I use, they know what stations and locations I've been. Heck, they know about me being from the past, and not just the stuff I recorded, but the info about birth date, lifestyle, you name it. It's very disturbing

The worst part isn't even that they know, it's that they let everyone else who can give a care about it knows, and that I am a possible threat to all life ever. It's kinda far fetched as far as claims go, if you ask me. I mean maybe I'm a threat to all pirates ever, if I get good enough. But all life ever? No way. This is some crazy mess I'm in, I've even considered changing my name, but apparently this doo dad of a recording program can also erase data concerning my name as well, though my ship will need a new register.

I don't really know what's in store for me. Considering how much attention is being given to me, I think laying low might be a feasible option. Right now I'm looking into a trading ship to make capitol for some sort of plan to figure out what is going on here. I think I already said how much I disliked the idea of trading, but here goes nothing. Literally. That is what trading looks like. A whole lot of nothing. I guess I'll be a watered down version of Han Solo. DANG IT! Sorry. All of the cloak and dagger and spy stuff is starting to get to me. Hopefully I'll live long enough to get by. They already know where I am, so no point in not saying, I guess.

I am starting out my dull career as a trader from solo orbiter in Altair, orbiting Darkes hollow, I think. The good thing is I found a good route to make some quick cash with rare's, though how I'll fare against pirates and the like is something I'll have to figure out as I get there. Hopefully this will teach me some valuable lesson in patience, and determination, and lifelessness, and boringness, and dullness, and the-worst-possible-plan-in-history-but-still-better-than-dying-plan, ness. Yeah, this is going to be great.
 
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The Not-So-Boring trading life

CMDR Alvarez LOG 7, Star-Date 3301
Trading is, surprisingly, okay. I started out by decking my Cobra MK III with cargo racks, plus some extra fire power in case of pirates, and found a great rare trading route on the dark-net. I started out in federation space, stopping at about four different stations, then went to imperial space to unload. Then I stocked up on rare's in imperial space, the same as I did in federation space, and started my trip to alliance space. From there I started to stock up again and am heading back to federation, where I'll repeat the process a couple of times to get around 2.5 million credits after the three drops. Using a Cobra MK III is not ideal for trading, but I love that ship.

The best part of the trade run is that it can be monotonous, but in a good way. There's no real scares of location, enemies, or combination of both in form of conflict zones, though they do have their moments. The

The most exiting part of the journey, though, was this one interdiction. I was in imperial space and a member of Denton Patreus pulled me out of super cruise. The guy was in a cobra, same as me, but he had the rank "Master". That was crazy. At first I thought, "I'm totally screwed." Then I decided to try it out. After about five minutes of intense fighting I found out that being a master doesn't mean that they are that good, well, their pretty good. With twin fixed beam lasers and twin gimballed auto cannons I found myself tearing through his hull armor down to 33% with my own hovering around 75%. I was so elated at the prospect of getting a kill from a Master that I didn't pay that much attention to one good joust by my opponent.

The Cobra MK III Master, affiliated with Denton Patreus, Knocked out my cockpit. Normally this wouldn't matter since life support can boost oxygen intake until docking with a station. But with his shields coming up, mine dropping down, and no real reticle for aiming with the lasers, I punched my frame-shift drive to super-cruise and made my way to the orbital station. When I pulled in I received a welcome breath of atmosphere, but a sinking feeling of defeat. Well, it wasn't even defeat, wrong laser at the wrong time. Though, I guess the same could be said about being killed, or having a ship destroyed.

So here I am all the way in the sort of centre of alliance space, getting ready to do another trade run, and hopefully repeating the cycle a couple of times to gain some credits. I guess the overall goal of this is to upgrade to an Asp. When I do, hopefully I'll be able to do more than just trade runs and hiding from most major government agencies. In fact, they have been leaving me pretty much alone.

It's kinda eerie, like those moments in all major fiction when the good guys go "Well, now we are safe." or something stupid like that. Just when complacency hits, so does the trouble. Though on the flip spectrum you have the normal guys who go "You never know when they're gonna get you". The only problem with that is that it makes you seem like a conspiracy nut, even if it's true. For me, I'm kinda edging on the always suspicious, always watching my back when a shadow of a ship flies by, always checking the ID on my scanner, always keeping clear of major surveillance. Waiting for something to happen.

So far it seems like a walk in the park, but you never know who is out there to get you. Well, except me. I know exactly, more or less, who's out to get me, I just don't know when.
 
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Out with the old

CMDR Alvarez LOG 8, Star-Date 3301

Being a Trader, depending on what you trade, can mean that you make a lot of credits. And I mean a lot. Hopefully after a couple of lucrative trade runs I will be able to purchase an asp. I've heard in space bars and repair shops that an asp is a great multi-purpose, leaning more into trading than other routes though. Having a bigger ship for me will be a great upgrade, not only in trading, but in staying alive.

I just landed my cobra at Chi Eridani star-port Steve Masters. Most of the time getting good info on what's what mostly happens in the space bar, so that's where I headed. Business was booming, patrons and bartenders were all over the place. There were the regulars, having their drinks topped up during their stupor, and the newcomers who tentatively asked the bartenders what was on tap. Then there was a group of people that just sat down discussing amongst themselves and watching everyone else. I didn't know what they wanted, so I just walked up to the bartender and asked for a non-alcoholic exotic beverage. While occasionally I'll indulge in a drink or two, today I didn't feel it in me.

The bartender gave me my order, albeit confused about why I ordered it. As I sat their sipping on my drink there was a man sitting two seats down talking in a personal transceiver. I've never really seen them, due to it just being audio that was relayed, but this guy seemed on edge. Having some type of background back home on investigating, and I mean like 2080 back home, I relaxed and nonchalantly listened in on his conversation.

The guy was on some kind of recon stunt, talking to someone about the package in sight. He seemed agitated whenever he looked around the bar. This guy was definitely tailing someone, but then he said "The target is live. Possible obstruction imminent. Abort recon." That was weird. Wait a minute. This guy sounded a lot like the communiques that my LOG recorder picked up when I was MIA. Am I the target. That would make sense, and being that techniques have most likely evolved over the course of a 1,000 years it could be possible he made me out.

I casually got out of my seat and headed back to my ship. The guy, still nervous looking, followed discreetly behind. Whatever had him spooked wasn't me, that was for sure. I rounded a bend towards the landing pad, past a repair shop, and ducked inside. The guy, I'll call him recon, rounded the corner, but didn't catch me. He kept on walking towards my ship. I peered around the corner to see if he was still there when I felt a pressure against my head from behind.

It didn't feel like a gun, but then again, I hadn't seen one since before I took the cold nap. Then a voice warned. "Don't move." I smiled "Probably wouldn't even if you'd told me." The voice was feminine, but assertive. She answered back "I don't care. What are you doing in my shop staring at some guy?" I took a breath, pretty loudly I guess since the pressure was harder after it, and said "There was some guy trailing me from the bar 'night stop' and I just wanted to make sure I lost him. The pressure subsided a bit. "What do you want?" I shrugged "Right now I would be satisfied with not dying and leaving this station." The voice answered back "Fine, you can leave, but don't tell anyone I was here, got it?"

I turned around. The person in question was a young women, around my age really, who looked like she had seen some tough stuff, but was still a pretty sight. She had on a spacer suit, coupled with the shotgun looking contraption pointed at my face. Beside the fact that she was ready to kill me, I kinda liked her. "So, I'm guessing you don't work here do you?" She gestured to the exit with the gun "That doesn't concern you." I shrugged again, "Whatever lady, whoever you are, see you never." I walked out of the shop, and saw that she seemed confused with what I'd said. Apparently in the future no one has heard the saying 'see you later' especially with the last part changing from 'later' to 'never'. Oh well.

I got to my ships landing pad and didn't see recon, but decided that maybe sticking to a routine inhabited space wasn't the best plan. I settled in my ship and went over some exploration ships, and found a good one. The diamond back explorer. Thankfully it's in the last leg of my trading run, so once I'm done with the next couple of loads, I'll be heading out into the unknown. 'The Frontier' as some have called it, and begin exploring the vastness of space. Why does this sound almost as bad as trading did before?
 

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New Ship: Combat, or other?

CMDR Alvarez LOG 9, Star-Date 3301

So here I am trying to buy a new ship. After looking extensively and almost unproductively all day straight, literally, I was up for the past 20 hours looking into this, I decided to walk into a dealership in a high tech system. I walk into the dealership, or whatever you guys call it now, and ask the dealer, or whoever you guys call him now, about buying a new ship.

"So, yer tired of yer cobra are ya?"

I swear he could've been a pirate. Not kind of the Pirate that's like "Hand over your cargo or be annihilated", but the kind of pirate that's like "Argh matey, This here be a trick o' the British."

I answer back "Um, Yeah. I need something for a bit of trading with some good combat capabilities."

The pirate dealer guy answered back "Well, yer in luck, I happ'n to have big ol Asp on sale in the back. Follow me."

I followed the pirate dealer guy into his back lot and saw what looked like a curvy brick with a cockpit. "Oh..." I said faltering in my steps.

The pirate dealer guy must have thought this was a good 'oh' so he went on saying "Yep, this here be the best tradin ship this side of the Tauri. Fer just 5 million er so credits, yer fancy tradin self can sail the black seas today."

I paused at what he just said. Seriously, I just said 'Pirate' in my head like a minute ago. Seriously! Did I mention I haven't slept in like a day? Anyway, I asked, "Is there like a return policy or something in case I don't like it?"

This seemed to get the pir... you know what, I'm going to call him Peg, 'Cause Pirate Dealer Guy is long, and he looked like he had a limp or something. So Peg seemed to get a little annoyed by the prospect of my statement and said, with a noticeable lackluster in his tone, "All ships come with a return policy for your traveling needs."

Woah, I just accidently killed his happy attitude. Not wanting to get him swinging a space sword and chugging rum, I told him I'd buy it.

Two hours later I'm back getting a diamond back scout. I mean, the asp is great and all, trading and exploring wise, but I just couldn't do it. The turn rate was horrendous, and don't even get me started on the drifting. Needless to say, Peg was upset to see me pull in and ask for a 4.5 million credit cheaper vessel. He grudgingly went through the paperwork again, probably ruined this guy's commission money for some vacation or something, and outfitted my DB scout with the remainder of my account.

The thing was a beast, for exploring. With a Class A Frameshift drive, costing about a million creds if I do say so myself, and advanced discovery scanner, not even going over my surface scanner, grade A fuel scoop, and a bunch of other doohickeys and whatnots bolted on, I felt like taking on the universe, if not the galaxy. After about 2 hours of trying that out I hated it.

That's not to say there is some fun in exploring, but I hated it right then. I figured it was the ship, so I went to another dealership, sorry Peg, and bought the explorer class DB. It was, well let's just say it only lasted two hours as well. Still no sleep

So here I am again trying to figure out what I want to do with a new ship. I figured that bounty hunting was the way to go, so I bought a viper and kitted it out modestly and visited a low intensity conflict zone to see how it would handle.

Two seconds later, just seconds after entering the combat zone, I blew up. Really. Just after picking a side it seemed like every ship was like "Oh look a viper, I bet it's a newbie bounty hunter, let's all crush it's hopes and dreams!" Probably not like that, but I'm just sayin...

SO HERE I AM AGAIN...sorry, I just remembered the feeling of showing up with a sidewinder at levethick dock due to being broke again. Did I mention that I haven't slept in like 42 hours. *ahem* so here I am again, going back to my DB scout. I think Peg looked a little bit happier for buying the ship from him, or maybe just drunk from rum, he really did look a little out of it. I even thing he mentioned a parrot or something pauly or another, maybe he needed nap too.

So I bought the ship and outfitted it for bounty hunting, and you know what, it's rocking the bounty hunting, big time.

I stop at a NAV beacon with seven wanted pilots. *BAM* now it's six *DOUBLE BAM* oh look at that its four *TRIPLE BAM* oh was that a wing of vipers? My bad *BAM!!!!* bye bye python. Needless to say, it was good at blowing up ships having adrenaline course through my veins.

I figured that if I was going to do this seriously, I would need to pick on someone my own size, that is to say, in a conflict zone.

I know what happens in high intensity conflict zones when you don't know what you're doing, so I visited a Low Intensity conflict zone. After raking in 150,000 creds worth of combat vouchers from cobra's, viper's, asp's (so glad I didn't stick with that investment, suckers) and a couple of pythons, I decided that the DB scout was alright after all.

So here I am - really, like I caught up to the present now - flying in my DB scout, ready to take on the galaxy. I don't care who's out to get me! Bring it on galaxy! If I'm a threat, you better believe I'm one that'll go down fighting if you try to take me out! Come on! yeah. I need to take a nap now.
 
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Reality Check

CMDR Alvarez LOG 10, Star-Date 3301

Being a bounty hunter in the bubble is hard. Well, maybe it's just me. Then again, combat is really fun. What do I do? These thoughts have been swimming in my mind for the past week, and I just now decided to give myself a reality check concerning what I really am doing versus what I say I'm doing.

But I digress. For recording purposes I believe that this next tidbit is important for the logbooks, in that I am now affiliated with a group of likeminded pilots striving towards a goal of protection, lending a helping hand, and being a presence for those who think the same. That group is the Paladin Consortium.

These guys confronted me after a LOG upload in station. CMDR Big Pappa, the Wing commander, said to me "Greetings Commander, I've been looking at your service record and was wondering if you would be interested in being the newest addition to our wing, the Paladin Consortium."

I just got out of my ship, curious about the stranger bearing news, and asked, "Well, I don't really know what you do, or who you are, so maybe." I started to walk towards the spacer bar to catch a drink before hitting the bed when he followed me and explained

"We are a group of like minded individuals that are there for those in need of assistance, as a sort of peacekeeping force intent on being able to do what suits us and still be able to group up for a common cause. For example, or name 'Paladin' means 'A person who actively supports or favors a cause...' we are there to support the cause of being a valid spacer out there, in or out of the bubble."

I paused, "Well, I have been thinking about being a part of some type of group just for the comradery, but what is really required of me?"

Big Pappa replied "Well, beside being a part of our community, and not being a pirate, there isn't really anything that is required. The only real requirement is to help us help ourselves or others in times of need when called for. The rest is really up to you. Take some time if you want. If you made your decision PM over the Galnet, or join us Kaushpoos. Neville horizons is giving an extra bonus on bounty vouchers to protect their miners during the construction of their new exploration station. See you later commander."

He waved his hand and headed towards his anaconda. I thought that thing looked huge in space, but inside the station! Well, let's just say I almost mistook it for a lopsided hotel.

I sat down in the spacer bar and looked over his credentials over my holocom. He checked out as an elite combater. This guy was as legit as it came to anything serious, so I decided accordingly. Turns out Kaushpoos wasn't that far from my current location...


After docking at Neville Horizons, I called up Big Pappa and winged up with one of my new wing mates, Commander Mark Norton, and headed out to take on the pirates. After an hour of hit and miss with all the other commanders getting into the action, Mark left for some less crowded protecting. I decided to try my hand at mining. After an hour of that I realized just how boring, and hard, mining was.

As I was heading towards the station to cash in my palladium for the new construction, I was ambushed by a clipper. That's an Imperial Clipper. The thing was crazy good at making short work of me, busting open my cargo hatch and taking the measly ten tons of minerals I had stored up, and flew off. I didn't realize that until I showed up at the station. Why, you might ask, didn't I know that I had lost that much before getting there? Well, Showing up with one percent hull integrity, no cockpit, and no shields would distract oneself from noticing cargo bay integrity.


Bounty hunting was hard. Well, hard for me at least. Mining was boring. Trading was meh. Exploring was almost tried with the best equipment, but the looming foreverness that is the milky way galaxy turned me off to that idea. But I love, and quite frankly, am good at combat.

After thinking this over in a conflict zone I came upon an epiphany. Albeit one that struck just as my hull struck an anaconda tipping it's hull integrity from 1% to 0%. That epiphany was that "I am a mercenary."

I mean, that's what I do! I show up in system, and look for a conflict zone. If present I super cruise in and look for the power I want to fight for, and start fighting. Sure I carry out the additional bounty mission, or take out a pirate whenever I see one, but I mainly fight for a cause on the fly. Plus it pays alright.

This got into my head at the same time as I flashed back to that clipper. Man that would be cool to fly. The thing is you have to have a high enough rank with the imperial navy to get it. Luckily you don't have to join the navy in order to get a rank. Weird right. In my time that would be like getting the rank of Samuri in the Japanese army, while being a Brigadier general in the British army. Well, sort of like that I guess.

Anyway, I decided to try and get a better rank with the imperials to get that clipper. Heck even the their variant on the eagle looks great.

The reality check of realizing that I'm really just a mercenary trying to be a bounty hunter, added with my new drive to get a higher rank with the imperials, plus being a part of a wing has really helped me forget about what's going on in the background with my past. The only thing I hope for right now, is that the imperials distrust in the federation channels of communication, or the distrust of them in general, will help them to not notice me as the threat they claim.

After all, having the greatest lynch pin for the destruction of the human race, in all of human history, making it's way higher on the ladder of you navy is not something that would bode well. If they do care, well, bummer. No imperial clipper for me.
 

Don Alvarez

Don Alvarez
Oh, say it aint so! Don't sully yourself with the stink of Imperial slavery just to own a used Gutamaya jalopy. Besides, I thought the rank restriction was lifted on Imperial ships at the moment thanks to the crowning of their new "Empress". Better check first before you ruin the family name offering your services to sanctimonious Imperial slavers!
 

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Old Aquaintance... New Mystery

CMDR Alvarez LOG 11, Star-Date 3301

I just entered a LOG a couple of hours ago, and normally I wait a bit to make another one as to include more than "yup, I jumped to a new system. looks like a station is here. Yeah..." but something weird happened, and I thought it would be best if I logged it for future reference.

I just entered a new system, can't really remember them very well, some are like "The Titanicus Obseleum Foritcus!!!" and others are like "DSOgj-gekb2323-gre" so I kinda lose track of all of them after that.

Like I was saying, entered new system, found a salvageable wreckage. "That's weird." yeah, probably should stop saying weird, but my mind is stuck on it. I dropped out of supercruise and checked it out. I think the only way to really convey this across is just to show you.

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Yeah that's a lot of ships. And that's only from one viewpoint. All around me were busted up 'conda's , pythons, there were even a couple of federation cruisers and what looked like the remains of some imperial fighters. Whatever happened here, no one knew about it yet, and it looked like it would stay like that with the S&R service beacons were turned off manually. I mean, pirates try to disable them either remotely, if they are smart enough, or with their weapons, if they are not smart enough. But even one of the three major factions can't turn those things off without being on the ship, and even then they have to have a vast array of backup passwords, biometrics, voice recognition, and brain scans to actually access controls (S&R is very serious about the "search" part of "search and rescue" )

Needless to say, showing up at a wreckage like this, which looked like a small war, and have no S&R signals immediately turned on the "weird" sensors in my brain.

I was about to leave, hoping no one saw me and decided that I should be a part of the wreckage, when I found a signal source in the heart of it. The rest is just going to be a transcribed recording of what happened, because I don't know if I'll relay everything across right after all of that.


INITIALIZING...

IN-FLIGHT RECORDING ACTIVE

>>> SHIP CLASS: DIAMONDBACK SCOUT><REGISTRATION: RES VENATORIS><ENTERED WRECKAGE ZONE

>>> ACCESSING BATTLE RECORDS...
>>> ERROR: ACCESS DENIED

>>> ANALYSIS: BATTLE INCLUDING FEDERATION AND EMPIRE FORCES KEPT QUIET IN FEAR OF RESPONSE

>>> WARNING: NEW CONTACT FOUND
>>> SCANNING
>>> SCANNING

>>> NEW CONTACT CLASSIFIED AS: OCCUPIED ESCAPE POD

>>> LIFE SUPPORT MINIMAL
>>> SHIP ACCELERATION INCREASED
>>> CARGO SCOOP DEPLOYED

>>> ESCAPE POD RETREIVAL SUCCESS
>>> HATCH OPENING
>>> LIFE FORM DETECTED: IN NEED OF MEDICAL ASSISTANCE

>>> ACCESSING VIDEO RECORDER
>>> LIFE FORM INTERACTING WITH PILOT

I opened the escape pod, a monster of one really. It had markings that I could only assume meant empire, but wasn't sure. The hissing of the atmosphere vent inside of it stopped, and the pod door fell over. Inside was someone I hadn't thought I would ever see again. The figure stepped out of the escape pod as I raised my hand and said "Well, I guess it's never"

Yeah, the crazy gun toting lady from the time I was avoiding Recon was standing in front of me, albeit hanging on to the side of the pod from injuries. I immediately grabbed her and ran her to the medbay. As I laid her down she said to me "I don't get that saying at all." I shrugged "No one probably does, so you're good."

I turned on the scan. Dang she was beat up. The medbay worked it's magic on her while I sat there and watched. She was sleeping, or at least unconscious due to the drugs, and seemed peaceful. She was average hight, about 5'10, with past shoulder length brown slightly curly hair. She had on a flight suit that seemed military, but after further inspection turned out to be private military. As I was noticing the emblem of her organization, which just happened to be on her chest and was extremely small, she woke up to find me with my head basically in her chest. I think it was more awkward for me. She pushed me away and said "Do you inspect all of your newly acquired products?"

I stumbled a bit and asked "What do you mean?" Products didn't sound right for some reason in that sentence

she laid back down, almost sadly, and said "People like you sell me on the black market, or worse, after picking me up in an escape pod. The only real rescue is from S&R"

I sat down. "That is the most stupid rule I have ever heard. Why can't regular people save other regular people without selling them?"

The girl seemed confused "I don't know, that's just how things work, I guess."

"Well the way things work suck" I stood up "I'm not going to sell, you, but I don't know who you are, or where you're going either."

She sat up in the bed "My name is Elara Aiken, and I'm headed to any system loyal to the empire, at least they don't hate me."

I paused, random women hated by all but empire, found in wreckage from federation attacking empire for no real reason, and she's the only survivor which probably meant that she was hidden from the feds and stored away, which could be the reason they fought in the first place! Sound familiar? well, sort of familiar, I guess. But I had to ask.

"When were you born?"

Elara looked surprised at my question, and contemplated for a minute "Well, I was born in the year, um, 3280?" she said it like it was a question with all the grace and poise of a lying third grader.

"Listen, We both know that isn't true, and if I'm right about when you were born, I promise I'll try to explain as much as I can. So please, tell me."

She looked down for a second and then said with a much stronger tone "I was born on march 27th, in the year...2070"

The only response I could give to that was complete and utter shock. I mean sure, she was around the same time period as me, even the year, but month? that's crazy

I stuttered to get a response out at first, but finally said "Well, I was born on march 14th, 2070, and I think I know why everyone but the empire hates you. You may want to relax, cause it's sort of a long story..."

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Don Alvarez said:
We've lost Commander Alvarez! What happened man? Was you captured and sold into Imperial slavery? I need to know what happens next!
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Sorry. I've been pretty busy irl and haven't gotten to much of the game. Hopefully that will change soon, but for now I may be infrequent with when I post.

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CMDR Alvarez LOG 12, Star-Date 3301

Explaining all the previous LOG's and hacks of LOG's to Elara wasn't that hard, but her actual comprehension of it all was.

"Wait, So you're telling me that we were cryo frozen in the year 2090 and basically shipped to the backwater of space, woken up 1,200 years later, and are now tasked with doing whatever we feel like now?"

I stood up "Yeah, except that I don't think we are the only ones, and that us being here, talking about this is probably not what was supposed to happen."

Elara sighed explosively "Well then, what was supposed to happen?"

I shrugged my shoulders "I don't know really. I just woke up with almost no memory of getting here, and started to make a living. That's when the bounty came up and I hightailed it out of there. The really weird part though, was that when I heard the A.I. say the bounty amount, it sounded familiar. Like I knew the person talking, even if it was a computer."

Elara said "That's different."

"Yeah, it is."

I started to think about the A.I. again. It really did sound familiar, like an old friend, but then he would've remembered them. right? Whatever it meant, it wasn't good. Maybe they were preserved for some other purpose, maybe...

"ahem" Elara coughed loudly

"Oh, sorry. Got lost in a train of thought. So do you know how you got here?"

"Not really" She said as she stood up "I only remember waking up in levethick dock with a bill for a room, 100 credits on the table, and a sidewinder waiting for me. The weird difference between us is that you said you remember most of your life back then except the freezing, but I only remember my birth date and name."

I just sat down, not sure what to make of it. As I looked Elara over, I realized something. Well, beside the obvious of her looking good, she had the makings of a pilot. A great one even. I came to the conclusion that us working together, instead of apart, would help solve the mystery around why we were here, and to help each other in the bubble.

I must have been staring for a while when she said "Um, hey. So did you get lost in another train of thought or what?"

I blinked, then said "Elara, I know we just met, but I have the inkling of a notion that whatever happened before, today our paths are inexplicably crossed to the point of entanglement. No matter what happens next, most likely we will be involved somehow. And to ensure that we both discover the secret of this mystery, and that we both will survive whatever comes next, I would strongly suggest that we both accompany one another to be of assistance in all manners of harm. What do you say?"

Elara tilted her head "So basically let's be co-pilots to not die and learn what happened to us. Right?"

I nodded "Something like that. You in?"

Elara stood there, staring me over this time. I now know how discomforting it can be. After a sizable length of time she spoke up "You know, I think that this arrangement can work out, for now." She walked over and grabbed the ladder to the bunks "I'm gonna hit the hay, we'll talk over specifics tomorrow. Goodnight"

I waved at her "Goodnight."

Whatever had happened to us, whatever was going to happen to us, was going to happen with us together. At least we would both figure out what was really going on with our past and the present. I just really hope that I don't like her enough to do something stupid for her. Oh well. Time will definitely tell with this new, friendship, I guess.
 
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