The Omega Trading Consortium

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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Captain's Log – Date: 1105-005

“We set sail today. No, not metaphorically, we literally boarded a boat and sailed to the island that this competition of ours was to take place on. Why we couldn’t just fly there is beyond me, but it’s a tradition so I accepted it. Besides, it gave us ample time to conduct some recon on our opposition.

There are 3 other teams participating. It took the entire day to travel so we decided to mingle amongst the other teams. By ‘we’ I mean Richthofen and Jade. Brehus and I spent some time on target practice, but mostly we spent our time at the bar and casino. Made a fair bit of coin but nothing like our friend the Baron Richthofen! He played that casino for fools and walked away with heavier pockets. Now if only his mercantile skills can live up to his gambling skills.

Tapox spent most of his time buried away in research and retired early. I hear Bwaps have low stamina, but I think Tapox may put others to shame. Perhaps cybernetic research is more tiring than it leads to believe.

It also seems as though the vargr was scoping out the competition. Not the kind of recon I’d undergo, but whatever works for him I guess.

Now, onto the games tomorrow. I have a strange feeling about this Tien woman though. I think she’ll be the toughest opponent.”

Lt. Emanuel Cross

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Captain's Log - Date: 1105-004

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“An old friend of Karl’s came by our accommodation today to discuss a little proposal she had. Lyta Rheldon wanted us to participate in a formal wargame that the various political branches of Mora held annually. She has only just become elected to her current role, and as such hasn’t got her security organized yet, and would like us to help her out. For payment of course.
Collectively we decided it couldn’t hurt, and was definitely a way for Brehus and I to pass the time effectively.”

Lt. Emanuel Cross

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Captain's Log - Date: 1105-002

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“So the ships details have been all but finalized and outfitting is well under way. In the meantime, we are attempting to secure cargo in order to pay for the thing. It’s a little smaller than I’m used to, but we don’t really have much choice in the matter.
The ship won’t be ready for a full week at best, so we’re using the time to plan our first leg and ensure that we can get maximum use of the cargo space. Business isn’t my strong suit, but I can understand it’s necessity.”

Lt. Emanuel Cross

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Captain's Log - Date:1105-001

“Hmm, captain. Still seems like a bit of a cop-opt. Not only have I not reached captain officially, but I’m still waiting on my ship to arrive. Hopefully when this is all over I’ll have reached captain for real.
We arrive on Mora not two days ago. We were due to rendezvous with the final member of our crew. Karl von Richthofen appears to be a pampered old eccentric. But in order to afford this venture of ours it was necessary to bring him along. And besides, Topax has vouched for him, and while I don’t trust Topax inherently, I do trust his judgement.
After traveling with Brehus for these last few weeks, it’ll be good to have some company. But I’m not too sure about the dog we’ve brought in tow. And to top things off he’s a pirate. I’ll have to make sure he stays on a short leash.”

Lt. Emanuel Cross

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