The Omega Trading Consortium

Captain's Log – Date: 1105-065

“Oh how right I was. Gandr a floating ball of waste. Not even a spaceport to dock and refuel. Deciding to hold on to our cargo was probably a decent idea. We flew passed Gandr and headed for the closest Hydrogen-giant in the system. A routine refuel. However, I find things are seldom routine these days.

We were contacted by a ship captain as we passed a space station. Turns out his freighter was attacked by corsairs and he would appreciate any help in getting his cargo back. The corsair ship was damaged by a navy vessel but could still be in the area.

Believe me, these pirates had better not show their faces around us on this mission. I’ve been itching to vent some steam ever since our run in with the Angel 3 weeks ago.”

LEC

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Captain's Log – Date: 1105-056

“What a backwater world! How can people live like this? Knowing that there are far nicer worlds to exist on should be all the motivation one needs to get off this planet. All I can say is I’m glad we were only there 4 days. But I doubt Gandr is going to be any nicer.”

LEC

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Captain's Log – Date: 1105-045

“Our mission can be classified a success… I suppose. We prevented the assassination attempts and the negotiations were concluded. Still, it doesn’t make me feel any better about the situation. To think, Brehus could be put down so easily. One thing is certain, despite how helpful he is in combat, we rely too heavily on his abilities. Asgeir and Schroder were nearly taken out and we failed to even put up resistance against this team of theres.

But, with their cover blown and navy reinforcements not far away, they decided that leaving this dustbowl alive was more important than dealing with us.

I have a feeling this is not the last we’ll be seeing of The Angel of Death though.

Once Asgeir and Brehus have been allowed to leave the hospital, we’ll be heading on our way to Mercury.”

LEC

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Captain's Log – Date: 1105-042

“So, it all comes down to this. After a hearty investigation filled with mis-direction and more than enough assassination attempts, one of which nearly claimed my life, we’re chasing our target back to a building in the warehouse district near the spaceport.

It turns out that the Bwap who was in service to the Imperial representative here in these negotiations is part of a team known simply as “The Angel of Death”. After Asgeir foolhardily attempted to tackle him out of the second story window of her private residence, we’re chasing him as he grav-belts his way back.

I only hope our plan to seize the element of surprise is a success here.”

LEC

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Captain's Log – Date: 1105 - 039

“After delivering our mystery package, we were informed that there might be more work available in the future. Turns out this first run was just to check our trustworthiness, which, evidently we passed.

However, we have learned of a much greater issue than any related to mere economical reasons for us. It turns out the that local Imperial representative was the target of an assassination attempt. She is currently in the middle of negotiations to secure a trade agreement with the Darrians to procure a new anti-psyionic device. The assassin slipped passed all the guards, rendering two of them unconscious. He also managed to disrupt all electronic video surveillance. He was seen and the description given vaguely matches that of an Aslan. But why the Darrians would try to break this negotiation makes no sense to me, especially when they have so much to gain from it. If I didn’t know any better, I would suspect the treacherous Zhodani to be behind this. It fits them to a tee.

The Imperial security forces believe that no one currently on the planet can be trusted to help with this situation, and because we were in mid-jump when all this happens, he believes there is no way that we could be responsible. A little naïve of him, sure, but we are willing to help. Besides, we’ve got at least a week on this planet to kill, time-wise, so why not?”

LECross

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Captain's Log – Date: 1105-032

“We left Fornice today, headed for the desert planet Catuz. As we were leaving, we were contacted by an incoming passenger liner with a request to help them rid their ship of a rodent infestation. I was reluctant to supply any aid due to our tight schedule, but the promise of payment made the others all the more interested. I told the ship captain we would help, but could not spare more than 3 hours on the task. As it turned out, that was all it needed. Still, I’m not of the opinion that it was time well spent.”

LECross

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Captain's Log – Date: 1105-030

“Another week in transit, another star system to plunder. Well, not literally, but the way Richthofen does business, it almost seems that way. Not much to be done on Fornice, but we’ve decided to spend almost a week to ensure we have ample time to buy and arrange transport of cargo. Asgeir was approached in the street by a mysterious man looking for his help to transport a package for him to Catuz. Since it was the next planned stop for us, he accepted. I would have preferred if he’d run it by us first, even one of us. Who knows what we might be carrying. At least he was smart enough to enquire whether it was a prohibited substance. I have no intention of be jailed for drug running.

I sent my monthly progress report back to Admiral Rythal the other day. Although no real progress has been made as of yet, I’m confident that it’s only a matter of time. From what Brehus tells me of this “Messenger”, I struggle to see how our two goals aren’t interconnected somehow. Especially considering the proximity in which we served. I would like it officially stated on this log that I have made retired Gunnery Sergeant Brehus Lancaster my first officer on the Tanngrisnir. It was a tough call between him and Richthofen, but what it eventually came down to, was could I really trust the Baron when the going got tough? I don’t think the man has much of a spine, at least not that I’ve seen.”

Lt. E. Cross

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Captain's Log – Date: 1105-018

“We arrived on this ‘planet’ three days ago. Officially it’s called Moran, I prefer shit-pile. No recognized for of government, it’s a wonder there’s anyone left alive here. I imagine that the placement of an Imperial Naval base on the world has something to do with it, but even still, they aren’t supposed to get involve in matters of state. Although I’d be surprised if there were any situations that classified as matters of state on shit-pile.

Richthofen has been up to his usual tricks and managed to more than triple our expected returns on investment with this cargo. I knew we should have gone for the corsair class vessel. Oh well.

Brehus and I are planning on visiting the military base tomorrow. We both have some questions that we’d like answers to, and a backwater military installation like this one might be the perfect place for the kind of people we’re looking for to operate out of.”

Lt. E. Cross

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Captain's Log – Date: 1105-008

“And the Tanngrisnir is born. Aptly named considering our proximity to the Sword Worlds. Smaller than I’m used to, but I’m sure that it’ll suit our needs. Our cargo was loaded efficiently and without issue. To be honest, I couldn’t care less what or whom we are carrying, I leave those matters in the capable hands of Richthofen and Jade. As long as we can make mortgage payments that is all I care about. I think we were carrying hydraulics on this run. It also appears that running mail freight will be quite financially viable for us as well.

Now to see how the beast flies. And whether this ‘pirate’ has the chops to fly it, so to speak.”

Lt. E. Cross

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Captain's Log – Date: 1105-006

“Victory! But was there really any doubt? Just before the competition began, I discovered some tampering with our truck. Although quickly fixed, it would have been crippling out in the field. We decided to keep our knowledge of the tamping to ourselves, and perhaps turn it to our advantage. Which, as it turns out, is exactly what happened.

We cruised into a dense forest and began making preparations for our trap. As expected, Tien’s cohort came straight for us. Thinking we were broken down, they were cocky and easily despatched. Brehus created the initial disruption, and I put Tien down with the first shot. The rest of them never saw it coming. Brehus especially showed his worth here. Not that I ever had any doubts, but it’s good to be reminded on occasion.

The next encounter was a bit more… interesting. Note to self; boarding actions between flat-out flat beds are not as simple as one might initially think. As fun as it was, I don’t think I’ll be doing that again in a hurry. Once again Brehus easily pulled his share of the load by continually stunning the occupants of the other truck. I hate to admit it, but some quick thinking and exceptional driving from Asgeir allowed us to prevent any tricks they may have had in store for us.

First time seeing everybody in action, and though there are some people on my crew I wouldn’t trust to watch my back in a firefight, I’m pretty happy with the various skills everybody brings to the table. Now, let’s hope petty squabbles don’t interfere too much with the overall opperations of the ship.”

Lt Emanuel Cross

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