This will be a little fanfiction-like thread that will contain a log of Commander "Maddog" Goldman's exploits, victories, and failures as he traverses the Galaxy, and all from his perspective. This is purely for entertainment purposes, and will be an artistic recounting of real events that my Commander participates in. Updates will be at irregular intervals and will usually be after each station docking (unless it's a simple refueling station).
If you wish to read more about Commander Goldman, read Commander "Maddog" Goldman's Tale of Woe and Fortune, which is the backstory behind the character.
To protect my assets, and any Commander I may meet, names and star/station names will be labeled [REDACTED] (Unless the commander in question expresses his/her permission to use their name). If you meet me, or rather, Commander Goldman, in-game, I will be in-character, and will respond as such. I would greatly appreciate it if you would respond in kind.
Location: [REDACTED]
Current Ship: "The Black Betsy" Sidewinder, 0A-45C-17I
I have been sitting in [REDACTED] for the past few days, some damned plague keeping me grounded. According to the doctors here it’s a common infection for [REDACTED] and that it was a simple, if time-consuming treatment. At least I’m finally back on my feet, though the suddenness of the sickness did open my eyes to my legacy. What if I were to die out in space, unknown and unidentifiable?
I’ve decided to log my experiences here so that any who do find me can at least tell who I was. It gives me something to do with my time as well. Though I will admit, the people here are much nicer then back at [REDACTED]. Perhaps I’ll make my home here rather than where I was.
Goldman out.
Stardate: 8 FEB 3301, 18:16
Location: [REDACTED]
Based on some new trade information that a nice chap in a bar lent me, I’ve got a new trade route in mind. Nice and circular too. I’ll be leaving as soon as they’ve cleared me for launch. Hopefully this will be able to make up for the upgrades I bought here.
Goldman Out.
Stardate: 8 FEB 3301, 18:34
Location: [REDACTED]
Thank you, random stranger, for that glorious info! 3,000 credits of profit and for just my first jump of many! It feels good to have credits rolling in again. Perhaps I should seek out [REDACTED] when I return and give him something for that info.
Goldman Out.
Stardate: 8 FEB 3301, 20:18
Location: [REDACTED]
I took a brief respite here in [REDACTED]. Tried to find that guy again, but he wasn’t in any of the bars or hotels on station. Perhaps he left. Either way, I’ve got an order for [REDACTED] to bring them several tons of coffee at quite a price. Thankfully, they’re on my route so I can easily handle the job.
Goldman Out.
Stardate: 8 FEB 3301, 20:57
Location: [REDACTED]
When I returned to my new home in [REDACTED], I met a very kind Commander by the name of Loetmichel, who offered me a very generous amount of credits out of the kindness of his heart. This kindly old man has given me a new outlook on the state of the Galaxy, for if one such person exists, surely there must be more. I will take this lesson to heart and pass on this kindness if I can.
I like that thought. Perhaps when I am old and rich I will pass on generous gifts to people in need.
Goldman Out.
Stardate: 8 FEB 3301, 23:12
Location: [REDACTED]
Current Ship: “The White Whale” Adder, 9V-40D-11P
Thanks to Commander Loemichel’s generosity, I am now the proud owner of The White Whale, an excellent Adder specially adapted for running trade. Sadly, I had to give up The Black Betsy, but I hope that she will find a better home with whomever buys her.
I think that I will retire and sleep in The White Whale rather than the Hotel d’Jacques tonight. It will save me credits and let me get a feel for her.
Goldman, signing off.
[ERROR: Transmissions interrupted, unknown reason]
[ERROR: Data corruption detected]
[ERROR: Unauthorized access to data storage]
[ERROR: Multiple files expunged]
[ERROR: Unauthorized shutdown detected]
[Shutting down]
[Rebooting]
[ERROR: Chronological record out of date, resetting]
[Previous date recorded: 8, Feb 3301. Current date: 13, Oct 3302]
[ERROR: Multiple unknown entries detected. running diagnostic]
[ATTENTION: Recorded data corrupted, attempting retrieval]
[ERROR: Retrieval failed, displaying corrupted data]
Stard***: 13, %$^ $(&
[EXPUNGED]
Log: The Alliance has forsaken me, after a simple [EXPUNGED]
***rdate: 27, &^* &*($
(*&^@#$%^!DASdfh1894
Log: %^&*(!@#$%&^%$#@#$%^ moving through Fedarati(&^%$
Empire is the only way for me to conti*^%$#@
Damn s, I didn't even do it! Wanted fo&^ 9 9 9 9 9 9.
[ERROR: Data stream terminated.]
[ATTENTION: New stream detected. Codes Authorized.]
Stardate: 13, Oct 3302
Location: [Redacted]
Current Ship: "CS Eagle 5" Cobra IV 3C-73N-57I
Log: That fracking . I hope he flies into a goddamn sun! GRAAAHHH!!!!
*sigh* Commander's Log, entry number... uh... , I can't even remember anymore, he took my logbook too! Let's go with 400. I arrived at [REDACTED] station some scant few hours ago, having just turned in several quests for some of the Empire's higher-ups. Apparently some nearby systems didn't want to join the Empire, and so I had to go collect some rebel transmissions. Scratched my paintjob too, not that it matters anymore.
After I arrived and reported in, I was approached in the nearby bar by some charismatic character by the name of Lucien Starr. He and his copilot were looking for a faster ship, and they had heard rumors I wanted one with more cargo and weapons placement. Of course, I didn't even think twice on how they found that out, since I only mentioned it in passing to someone at the Empirical office. I attribute it to the multitude of drinks and the silver tongue of Starr.
Anyway, the point is they wanted my ship, the "Star Ranger" and I wanted a bigger ship. Hence they offered me their ship in trade. After a bit of deliberation, I asked to see their ship first. I have to say it looked rather pretty, with a shiny new paintjob in the Predator pattern, and some shiny weapon mounts. I asked to check out the inside, but they refused, saying they didn't exactly trust me having had bad experiences with some of the Pilot's Federation before. This should have been a red flag, but unfortunately I was to enamored by the shiny ship.
We negotiated that they would hand over a few thousand credits, since my ship did have a newer FSD, which they grudgingly accepted. We traded codes and I became the proud owner of what turned out to be a hunk of junk. Once inside the ship I was greeted by the acrid smell of burnt rubber, with exposed electrical wires everywhere. There was evidence of extreme thermal damage, and some unidentifiable stains in the seats (which were supposedly unstainable).
The repairs cost me most of my capital, far surpassing the paltry amount Captain Starr had given me. I had tried to get the 'Ranger back, but the duo had left the moment they had the codes. Cursing my luck, I checked the modules onboard and found more than half of the ones I had been told were here weren't. The last of my capital went towards getting the ship into a somewhat decent configuration. I took a job to get some of it back, and cursed again when what should have been a single jump would take me more than twenty.
And just to add insult to injury, on my syscheck, I discoverd the weapons may as well have been vestigial, since deploying them cut power from all but the most basic of controls. I'm slow, practically defenseless, and practically penniless. Hopefully I can find somewhere with a better power plant soon.
Goldman out.
If you wish to read more about Commander Goldman, read Commander "Maddog" Goldman's Tale of Woe and Fortune, which is the backstory behind the character.
To protect my assets, and any Commander I may meet, names and star/station names will be labeled [REDACTED] (Unless the commander in question expresses his/her permission to use their name). If you meet me, or rather, Commander Goldman, in-game, I will be in-character, and will respond as such. I would greatly appreciate it if you would respond in kind.
Personal Log. Commander “Maddog” Goldman.
Stardate: 8 FEB 3301, 18:00Location: [REDACTED]
Current Ship: "The Black Betsy" Sidewinder, 0A-45C-17I
I have been sitting in [REDACTED] for the past few days, some damned plague keeping me grounded. According to the doctors here it’s a common infection for [REDACTED] and that it was a simple, if time-consuming treatment. At least I’m finally back on my feet, though the suddenness of the sickness did open my eyes to my legacy. What if I were to die out in space, unknown and unidentifiable?
I’ve decided to log my experiences here so that any who do find me can at least tell who I was. It gives me something to do with my time as well. Though I will admit, the people here are much nicer then back at [REDACTED]. Perhaps I’ll make my home here rather than where I was.
Goldman out.
Stardate: 8 FEB 3301, 18:16
Location: [REDACTED]
Based on some new trade information that a nice chap in a bar lent me, I’ve got a new trade route in mind. Nice and circular too. I’ll be leaving as soon as they’ve cleared me for launch. Hopefully this will be able to make up for the upgrades I bought here.
Goldman Out.
Stardate: 8 FEB 3301, 18:34
Location: [REDACTED]
Thank you, random stranger, for that glorious info! 3,000 credits of profit and for just my first jump of many! It feels good to have credits rolling in again. Perhaps I should seek out [REDACTED] when I return and give him something for that info.
Goldman Out.
Stardate: 8 FEB 3301, 20:18
Location: [REDACTED]
I took a brief respite here in [REDACTED]. Tried to find that guy again, but he wasn’t in any of the bars or hotels on station. Perhaps he left. Either way, I’ve got an order for [REDACTED] to bring them several tons of coffee at quite a price. Thankfully, they’re on my route so I can easily handle the job.
Goldman Out.
Stardate: 8 FEB 3301, 20:57
Location: [REDACTED]
When I returned to my new home in [REDACTED], I met a very kind Commander by the name of Loetmichel, who offered me a very generous amount of credits out of the kindness of his heart. This kindly old man has given me a new outlook on the state of the Galaxy, for if one such person exists, surely there must be more. I will take this lesson to heart and pass on this kindness if I can.
I like that thought. Perhaps when I am old and rich I will pass on generous gifts to people in need.
Goldman Out.
Stardate: 8 FEB 3301, 23:12
Location: [REDACTED]
Current Ship: “The White Whale” Adder, 9V-40D-11P
Thanks to Commander Loemichel’s generosity, I am now the proud owner of The White Whale, an excellent Adder specially adapted for running trade. Sadly, I had to give up The Black Betsy, but I hope that she will find a better home with whomever buys her.
I think that I will retire and sleep in The White Whale rather than the Hotel d’Jacques tonight. It will save me credits and let me get a feel for her.
Goldman, signing off.
[ERROR: Transmissions interrupted, unknown reason]
[ERROR: Data corruption detected]
[ERROR: Unauthorized access to data storage]
[ERROR: Multiple files expunged]
[ERROR: Unauthorized shutdown detected]
[Shutting down]
[Rebooting]
[ERROR: Chronological record out of date, resetting]
[Previous date recorded: 8, Feb 3301. Current date: 13, Oct 3302]
[ERROR: Multiple unknown entries detected. running diagnostic]
[ATTENTION: Recorded data corrupted, attempting retrieval]
[ERROR: Retrieval failed, displaying corrupted data]
Stard***: 13, %$^ $(&
[EXPUNGED]
Log: The Alliance has forsaken me, after a simple [EXPUNGED]
***rdate: 27, &^* &*($
(*&^@#$%^!DASdfh1894
Log: %^&*(!@#$%&^%$#@#$%^ moving through Fedarati(&^%$
Empire is the only way for me to conti*^%$#@
Damn s, I didn't even do it! Wanted fo&^ 9 9 9 9 9 9.
[ERROR: Data stream terminated.]
[ATTENTION: New stream detected. Codes Authorized.]
Stardate: 13, Oct 3302
Location: [Redacted]
Current Ship: "CS Eagle 5" Cobra IV 3C-73N-57I
Log: That fracking . I hope he flies into a goddamn sun! GRAAAHHH!!!!
*sigh* Commander's Log, entry number... uh... , I can't even remember anymore, he took my logbook too! Let's go with 400. I arrived at [REDACTED] station some scant few hours ago, having just turned in several quests for some of the Empire's higher-ups. Apparently some nearby systems didn't want to join the Empire, and so I had to go collect some rebel transmissions. Scratched my paintjob too, not that it matters anymore.
After I arrived and reported in, I was approached in the nearby bar by some charismatic character by the name of Lucien Starr. He and his copilot were looking for a faster ship, and they had heard rumors I wanted one with more cargo and weapons placement. Of course, I didn't even think twice on how they found that out, since I only mentioned it in passing to someone at the Empirical office. I attribute it to the multitude of drinks and the silver tongue of Starr.
Anyway, the point is they wanted my ship, the "Star Ranger" and I wanted a bigger ship. Hence they offered me their ship in trade. After a bit of deliberation, I asked to see their ship first. I have to say it looked rather pretty, with a shiny new paintjob in the Predator pattern, and some shiny weapon mounts. I asked to check out the inside, but they refused, saying they didn't exactly trust me having had bad experiences with some of the Pilot's Federation before. This should have been a red flag, but unfortunately I was to enamored by the shiny ship.
We negotiated that they would hand over a few thousand credits, since my ship did have a newer FSD, which they grudgingly accepted. We traded codes and I became the proud owner of what turned out to be a hunk of junk. Once inside the ship I was greeted by the acrid smell of burnt rubber, with exposed electrical wires everywhere. There was evidence of extreme thermal damage, and some unidentifiable stains in the seats (which were supposedly unstainable).
The repairs cost me most of my capital, far surpassing the paltry amount Captain Starr had given me. I had tried to get the 'Ranger back, but the duo had left the moment they had the codes. Cursing my luck, I checked the modules onboard and found more than half of the ones I had been told were here weren't. The last of my capital went towards getting the ship into a somewhat decent configuration. I took a job to get some of it back, and cursed again when what should have been a single jump would take me more than twenty.
And just to add insult to injury, on my syscheck, I discoverd the weapons may as well have been vestigial, since deploying them cut power from all but the most basic of controls. I'm slow, practically defenseless, and practically penniless. Hopefully I can find somewhere with a better power plant soon.
Goldman out.
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