Thu Feb 27, 2003 5:09 am
Compilations of another freelancer.
Renton Kelteel
Manhatten, New York
Personal log, October 18, 801 A.S.
I met up with my old friend Airen Terrik at the Liberty Crossway bar on Manhatten to discuss some recent business and to catch up on recent events. You see me and Airen go way back, we used to be dock workers at the Norfolk Shipyard when we made our first big break. We stumbled upon an un inventoried crate of J-37 superconductors. We quickly sold it for enough money to purchase a used battered up CTE-750AE Starflier from the local ship dealer. We found another Starflier in the Detroit debris field and we tractored it back to the nearest base, where we used the last of our meager funds to patch it up.
Anyways, we were becoming quite nostalgic when we were approached by a Liberty Navy officer. We were prepositioned to complete a simple cargo haul to the Ithica Reasearch Station. We gladly accepted the deal, seeing as how were barely able to pay for our beers. The officer told us to meet him in orbit the next day at 0900 hours where he would upload the required waypoints into our neural nets.
"That which does not kill me only makes me stronger."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Manhatten, New York
Personal log, October 18, 801 A.S.
I met up with my old friend Airen Terrik at the Liberty Crossway bar on Manhatten to discuss some recent business and to catch up on recent events. You see me and Airen go way back, we used to be dock workers at the Norfolk Shipyard when we made our first big break. We stumbled upon an un inventoried crate of J-37 superconductors. We quickly sold it for enough money to purchase a used battered up CTE-750AE Starflier from the local ship dealer. We found another Starflier in the Detroit debris field and we tractored it back to the nearest base, where we used the last of our meager funds to patch it up.
Anyways, we were becoming quite nostalgic when we were approached by a Liberty Navy officer. We were prepositioned to complete a simple cargo haul to the Ithica Reasearch Station. We gladly accepted the deal, seeing as how were barely able to pay for our beers. The officer told us to meet him in orbit the next day at 0900 hours where he would upload the required waypoints into our neural nets.
"That which does not kill me only makes me stronger."
-Friedrich Nietzsche