Entry 0009 - Dirty Work for the Mob

CMDRs Log
15 Jan 3303

So, according to some sources, the best pack of engineers out there are attached to some, uh, less than savory folk, and they won't even let you talk to their low-grade wrench bender unless you're in their good graces, so it looks like I'll be doing some dirty work. Time to break out the business.

Sex on...wings?

Pulse lasers like a disco, and a shiny new Class-4 (HUGE) Multi-Cannon. The CHUKKA-CHUKKA-CHUKKA on this thing is real satisfying. Also, nothing that big should track on a gimbal that fast. So good.

So yeah, the unsavory folk have me knocking out power stations across about a 20 lightyear bubble. If you're planetside within a few hops of...Let's say Scylla, well, you should probably take a vacation off-world.

Speaking of Scylla. Y'all need a better system with some closer planets. For Serious.

I ain't gettin' paid enough for this.

CMDR Aubrey Herreshoff,
Signing off.

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Entry 0008 - Back in the Bubble

CMDR's Log
 15 Jan 3303

Well, that didn't go as planned. There I was, all camped out on some unnamed rock, and I get a long-distance communication from a voice from my past. One of my old hunting buddies tells me he's getting the wing back together. Big, easy money he tells me. Come on back to Imperial space (Hail the Empress, long may she reign), and we'll blast some 'criminals' to dust and reap some mad bounties.

 So, around I turn, and head back for the tiny bubble of civilization. I dump the Diamondback in the garage, and ask "What are folks hunting in these days?"

"You better start off in a Vulture or something, buddy. The criminals have upped their game, and I'd hate to see you drop 5 Mil on an insurance claim on your first day back."

So, that would have been some useful information before I hauled my backside through 3000 light years of nothingness.

No sooner than we got out to our old hunting grounds around HIP 20277 and blasted a couple marks, we have to split and dock up for some rack time.

Hoo. He wasn't kidding. Even the cobras and iEagles were tougher than I remember. Maybe I'm rusty. Maybe I'm old. Maybe Trayce is right, and the arms race has taken a jump. Either way, I think I'm going to have to get out to some of these engineers I've been hearing about, and trick out the old FDL.

Keep yer nose clean.

CMDR Aubrey Herreshoff,
Signing off.

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