Gabe Yazimoto: The only way out is through

'Least I didn't lose the eye...

2010-02-21T18:05:00.000+01:00

Sometimes I wonder why I keep goin' to Joe the Bastard's dances in Eavesdown. I s'pose it's that hope the hwuan dan dangles in front of me, that maybe I'll best the other fighters an' win the purse. So I keep tryin', an' I keep spittin' blood 'cause of it.

Well. 'Least I still got all my teeth.

There was a dance last night. Joe's got a pretty good pit for it, all hidden away from pryin' eyes. Pretty well-attended, too, there was quite a crowd gathered to watch us bleed for 'em. We got there late but Joe was still tallyin' up the bets. He seemed'ta have a spot of trouble gettin' people to sign up to fight, but he got a handful, when push came to shove. Was a fella there that tried'ta back out, but once your name is on the list... not a whole lot you can do 'bout it.

Duncan went in first, 'gainst the yellowbelly that didn't wanna fight. T'was a good fight, but I think maybe Duncan didn't wanna hurt him too bad or nothin', 'cause the fella lasted the whole two minutes and Joe the Bastard called it a double defeat. I took exception to that, but Joe plays by his own damn rules. Duncan was just about to take the fella out, too.
He seemed'ta be all right, though. Duncan. Weren't messed up too bad, but he weren't in a good mood, neither. 'Cause of the way Joe called it, I s'pose.

I was up next. An' it don't matter how many times I do this, when they call my name, my stomach just starts makin' these li'l loops, an' my heart starts racin'. An' then Joe called the name of the person I was gonna fight an' my stomach stopped makin' loops and just dropped to the floor. Fargis.

I hadn't e'en seen her, there was so many people in that li'l room. Didn't know she was back on Persephone. Not that it's my business knowin' her whereabouts, an' to be perfectly honest, I don't rightly care.

Either way, there she was, hands wrapped up an' lookin' like she was ready to administer a world'o hurt. Which. Well, kinda the point, innit?

We climbed into the cage an' Joe locked it up tight behind us. We shook hands'n all, all polite-like, an' I s'pose that's how it's gotta be. Don't matter none who's in the cage with you. Only thing that matters's that when that bell goes off for the second time, you're the one still standin'.

Everyone was suddenly rushin' to make last-minute bets, an' we were standin' there in the ring, sweatin' under the lights, for a good ten minutes 'fore we had'ta start yellin' at Joe to just ring the bell an' start the show.

An' I s'pose we put on a good one. Fargis can throw a punch like she means it, believe you me. But she didn't fight dirty, 'least not dirtier than I did. I got a couple good hits on her, but by the time the bell rang, the last person standin' weren't me. I hit the canvas hard 'nuff to knock the wind right outta me, 'course, my pride was stingin' more'n anythin'.

"Gorram, Gabe, you can fight!" she said.

Had'ta spit to clear my mouth 'fore I could say anythin' back. "Can say the same for you, I reckon," I told her. Well, seein' as I was the one that was down for the count, there was no arguin' with that. She stood over me an' she coulda gloated if'n she'd wanted to. Didn't, though. Offered me her hand to help me up, instead.

"Good fight. Glad D's got someone who knows what she's doin' watchin' his back." She had a split lip that musta stung like hell, but she grinned anyways. I dunno 'xactly what I'd been expectin'. Weren't this, though.

I shook hands with her again, an' didn't rightly know what to say. "Yeah," seemed appropriate. "Good fightin'."

Had so much gorram milk acid runnin' through me I could barely walk outta the cage, my legs were shakin' so bad. Sat next to Duncan to watch the next couple step into the ring. Say what you will 'bout ole Joe, but he's got some good couches in his pit. Doc JJ came over and lectured me 'bout fightin'. Had a cut o'er my eye she didn't like the look of.

"That cut isn't pretty," she told me. "Any lower and you could have lost the eye." I told her that then it was a good thing it didn't hit any lower. She didn't seem'ta think that was funny. Said I was lucky I didn't need stitches. She tended some to my hands'n all, but the wrappin's took most'a the punishment an' I was given the all-clear. When she left she was mutterin' somethin' 'bout the sillyness of adults fightin' just 'cause they could, or somethin', but I didn't rightly hear her. S'pose she's right, though. Kinda silly. But what the hell're you s'posed to do when time're this lean?

Sat on that couch for the rest of the night. Fargis went in to fight in the final round, but she couldn't hold her ground 'gainst the big fella, Zerbino or summat, that was in there wit' her.

Dunno if that would'a made it more worth-while or nothin', but. Would'a kinda liked to see her win, 'yknow?

Times they are a'changing...

2010-02-16T20:07:00.000+01:00

Been a while. I guess I've been too caught up, in... well, everythin'.

S'pose the best way to tell a story is to start at the beginnin', and just work my way on down to the end. Or at least 'til I get to the "to be continued" part.

Duncan ran, stupid man. Up and left us on Caliban, figured he'd get lost in the Black. Lost in his head, wit' his thoughts, more like. Now, I ain't one for losin' things. There's prolly quite a few folk in the 'Verse who can afford to, but I ain't one'a them. Losin' somethin' means you gotta replace it, and to my experience, that's neither easy nor cheap, 'specially when it's somethin' important. 'Sides, after you get that new knife, or whatever it was you lost in the first place, it never really fits. It don't quite rest in your hand like the one you lost, and you end up...

That weren't what I was talkin' 'bout, was it?

Well, I went after him. Not a whole lot else I could do. It ended up bein' a one-woman manhunt all across the 'Verse. Visited a couple backwater moons I never set foot on before, and don't plan to return to, neither. Seemed I was always just one step behind, if I even found somethin' out. Most folk out on the rim know better'n to flap their mouths for nothin'. And I didn't have much to give to loosen up them tongues. Weren't 'til I got to Anvil's Moon, over Himinbjørg ways, that I got a real, solid lead.

Tellin' y'all 'bout the folk I met there is a whole story in itself, and I'll save that for later. Only thing that matters is there was a man there, a decent man, who could point me in the right direction. The real right direction.

And so I found his sorry bee-hind. In a cage-fighting pit, no less, doin' his fool best to mess himself up good'n proper. Now, it wouldn't be fair to say he didn't hold his own, he left a couple fellas layin' on the canvas, cryin' for their mommas. Still, it was a gorram foolheaded thing to do, and when he finally got out and I could talk to him, I done told him 'xactly what I thought 'bout things like that. And he... gave me words right back, and that was that. We bought our sorry selves a bottle'o Jack and just about drank it all up, just talkin', and the next day we were headed back towards the Drift to try'n track down Cody to get the boat back.

An... I guess there's no point in denyin' it. Somethin' had changed 'tween us. 'Course, he was still the Captain, will always be that, but it felt different somehow. Couldn't put my finger on it, so we just went about our business, tryin' to secure jobs and whatnot, and we didn't talk about it. Now, there's that difference 'tween not talkin' about somethin', and not talkin' about somethin', and it felt like the last one, and it was just ...bù píng cháng.

An' then we got a job takin' some cargo from Persephone to Beaumonde, and it kinda stopped bein' bù píng cháng and just sorta... fell into place. It's kinda hard to not talk about somethin' when you're stuck in the black for a week wit' just eachother as comp'ny. And I don't need to sleep on the gorram wooden plank that pretends to be a mattress in the passenger bunk no more, 'cause we share the bed in the Captain's room now, an' that's that.

As it turns out, things are more or less the same as they was before. We still gotta keep flyin'. Still gotta look for jobs, get coin, get by. But I'd be lyin' if I said it don't feel just a li'l bit better, when my back's against the wall, or when I'm tryin' to haggle down the price of somethin' with some sonnuvabitch trader mogul, or when I'm just tryin' to make the time pass while hoppin' from one gorram ass-end of the 'Verse to the other, and I look to the side at the person standin' or sittin' or layin' next to me, and I know... that's my man, right there.

Oh Captain, my Captain

2009-10-28T15:44:00.000+01:00

Mercenary desperately seeking Captain. Duncan has gone missing in action.

I ain't sure I ever saw him as bitter and closed down as I did that night a couple days ago. He felt double-crossed, I s'pose, and I know what that's like, I was in the same kinda mood my own self. I dunno why Jai did what she did, and why she didn't let Duncan know of her intentions, but it all ended up a big ole mess.

Together with Duncan I committed felony arson, and vandalised the CATZ offices of Prosperity and Hale's Moon. I feel kinda bad about it now, but it felt like the right thing to do at the time. 'Sides, no-one got hurt. Buildings can be replaced, and it ain't like the Zenobians lack the funds to do it.

Later I went with Duncan and Akasha to Caliban to confront Jai and hopefully bust Cody and Lily out of Alliance custody. It didn't go as we had thought, as Jai had, it appeared, perfectly reasonable explanations for her actions, and Cody and Lily were already free. Cody even wandered into the middle of the conversation.

They talked for a long time, and I just stood and listened with Hilde. I seen the look in Duncan's eyes, the look of a man like to do something foolheaded, and I weren't about to be caught off guard. But no shots were fired, no-one got hurt, even though Ditko was gaving me some mighty ugly looks the whole time. Polite as I am, I gave her some right back.

We were walking down the tunnel to the spaceport, me and Duncan and Cody and Kash, when Duncan suddenly just turned and looked at Cody. He said Cody could have the Raivenn, that he was the Captain now. And that he was sick of running no-more. Then he got this eerie look on his face and turned and stepped through the airlock, and activated the time delay after he closed it. We couldn't override it, and by the time we got the door open, Duncan was gone. The Raivenn was still there, but I reckon Duncan took one'a the shuttles outta there. Tired of runnin', well. He ran one last time, hwoon dan.

Told Cody that he weren't my Captain. Been a long time since I sailed with someone, all regular-like, and it takes a lot for me to call someone my Captain. Cody's a nice enough fella and all, but he ain't my Captain. Not e'en close.

Didn't fly outta Caliban with Cody and Kash, didn't feel right. I sat 'round the spaceport 'til some shaggy trader came through, and I hitched a ride out with him.

I gotta find Duncan. Ain't no question 'bout it, he ain't gettin' away that easy. I'm comin' after him, and I got me a pretty good idea on where to start.

Beer. Hopefully.

2009-09-10T14:12:00.000+02:00

I touched down on Hale's a week or so ago, ended up in the middle of a huge commotion in town. Seemed like someone had broken into the general store, beat the clerk bot to a pulp and stolen a lot of goods. It's the kinda thing that happens on the backwater planets, but it's still sad to see it happen to folks I know.

When I came back a few days ago I ran into the Sheriff, and we had a little chat. Turned out they know who did it, and there's a reward for the capture of said thief. A crate of beer for the captor, which didn't sound all that tempting at first. Once he told me there are 850 cans of the stuff in the crate, then it became a whole different matter.

850 cans of beer, even Dharma beer, is always 850 cans of beer, so I suppose I'll get into the bounty hunting business. Even if I have to split it with someone, it's still 425 cans of beer. Should last me all week.

The Sheriff was non-specific as to whether he wanted the criminal dead or alive, but I'll try to aim for alive.

I was in the tidied-up general store with the Sheriff and Emma when, once more, I was rudely disturbed by a fella. They really should wear all purple, all the time, so I'll know from a distance who they are and thus prepare a less polite approach.

He was some kinda Alliance investigator, and he said that someone had, again, broken into the cruiser stationed above Hale's and vandalised the quarters of the hwoon dan who pushed me around a month back. That, in combination with the words "Remember G" etched into a wall, had me pegged as a suspect.

I told him what I knew, which was of course "absolutely nothing", and while he seemed kinda content with that, I still got a bad feeling. There's something... eerie about a fella that's so calm and reasonable. Even if dealing with scum isn't my favourite past-time, at least they show their cards.

He also seemed to believe that Duncan had something to do with it, which I find kinda hard to believe. Even if he would do a thing like that, he definitely wouldn't try to frame me for it. I sent him a wave, telling him to be on the lookout for a slippery man with questions.

The fun never ends.

Been thinking about Faulkin a bit lately. I ain't seen him in a dog's age, it feels like. Maybe I should send him a wave, see if he wants to meet up for drinks and talks.

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[2009/09/03 10:29] Gallagher Aeon: Oh. Howdy.
[2009/09/03 10:30] Jnkz Sorbet: Dr. Aeon. I received your message
[2009/09/03 10:30] Gallagher Aeon: I am not a doctor any more. You can call me Sheriff or Gallagher.
[2009/09/03 10:31] Jnkz Sorbet: My apologies, Sheriff it is then. I am to assume one of these two is Miss Yazimoto?
[2009/09/03 10:31] Gabe Yazimoto blinks.
[2009/09/03 10:31] Gallagher Aeon: Yep.
[2009/09/03 10:31] Gabe Yazimoto elbows Gallagher.
[2009/09/03 10:31] Gallagher Aeon: What? He said you're not in trouble. Just gotta ask you a few questions.
[2009/09/03 10:32] Gabe Yazimoto: That's what you said last time.
[2009/09/03 10:32] Emma Ditko: "Where we heard that before..."
[2009/09/03 10:32] Gabe Yazimoto nods at Emma.
[2009/09/03 10:32] Gallagher Aeon: The other said you might have been in trouble. He said you're not.
[2009/09/03 10:33] Jnkz Sorbet: Your Sheriff is correct, you are not in trouble. I simply wish to speak, as sensible adults, regarding an investigation.
[2009/09/03 10:33] Gabe Yazimoto sighs. "Sure. But I ain't goin' up in no space ship."
[2009/09/03 10:33] Jnkz Sorbet: As a gesture of good faith, I am even unarmed.
[2009/09/03 10:33] Gabe Yazimoto: As far as I can see, anyhow...
[2009/09/03 10:34] Jnkz Sorbet smirks. "We can conduct the interveiw here, in front of witnesses, if you prefer."
[2009/09/03 10:34] Gabe Yazimoto: I would prefer that, yes. Right-o.
[2009/09/03 10:35] Jnkz Sorbet nods, and takes a moment to prepare his questions. "Firstly, you are aware of Alliance officer Raymond Janic?"
[2009/09/03 10:35] Gallagher Aeon coughs.
[2009/09/03 10:35] Gabe Yazimoto bristles. "Aware? Yes, I am aware. Bastard threatened to kill me."
[2009/09/03 10:36] Jnkz Sorbet nods, "Yes, that would be the one. Good."
[2009/09/03 10:36] Gabe Yazimoto frowns.
[2009/09/03 10:37] Gallagher Aeon: Insulted your boots too if I remember correctly.
[2009/09/03 10:37] Gabe Yazimoto: Yes, he did. Hwoon dan. No fashion sense what so ever. I was most insulted.
[2009/09/03 10:38] Jnkz Sorbet: "Unfortunatly, good taste is not a requirment in the rank and file. Sometimes, people with no style tend to slip into important places."
[2009/09/03 10:38] Gabe Yazimoto: Hmpf. Obviously.
[2009/09/03 10:38] Gallagher Aeon coughs. "That explains why the 'lliance soldiers' uniforms have pink stripes."
[2009/09/03 10:39] Gabe Yazimoto smirks.
[2009/09/03 10:39] Jnkz Sorbet: "Moving on, are you also aware that Mr. Janic was robbed, recently?"
[2009/09/03 10:39] Gabe Yazimoto shakes her head. "I was not. Very, very sorry to hear that. Truly."
[2009/09/03 10:41] Jnkz Sorbet: "Please, Miss Yazimoto, there is no need for false sympathies. Officer Janic is not a well liked man. He got where he is because he gets the job done, far too well, compared to those of us who like to achieve rank through more honest means. I would not be surprised is many of his own subordinates are laughing at his misfortune as well."
[2009/09/03 10:42] Gabe Yazimoto shrugs apathetically. "Fine. He got what was coming to him, then. And that comes from the heart."
[2009/09/03 10:43] Jnkz Sorbet: "Now, please understand Miss Yazimoto, I am not here to accuse you of committing the crime. I can see you are far too intelligent to risk destabilising the precarious balance we have here, over a minor grudge."
[2009/09/03 10:43] Gabe Yazimoto blinks. "Dest... the pre... balance. Yes. Far too intelligent."
[2009/09/03 10:44] Jnkz Sorbet: "However, Based on evidence found at the crime scene, we have concluded that it is likely, that someone is either framing you, or using you as their own motive for doing this."
[2009/09/03 10:44] Gabe Yazimoto scowls. "Evidence? What evidence? I didn't have nothin' to do with any robbery."
[2009/09/03 10:45] Gallagher Aeon: Janic did say we hadn't heard the last from him. I wouldn't be surprised if he planted the evidence himself. When did the robbery happen? Because I happen to know for a fact that Gabe has been in Prosperity for the past week or so.
[2009/09/03 10:47] Jnkz Sorbet: "Grafitti, Miss Yazimoto. The criminals left some scorched into the walls of Officer Janics room. 'Remember G'. When asked who 'G' could be, we were given two names by Mr. Janic. Gallagher, and Gabe.
[2009/09/03 10:47] Gallagher Aeon: Sounds like a cheap trick. Anyone could write that.
[2009/09/03 10:47] Gabe Yazimoto frowns. "Anyone coulda done that."
[2009/09/03 10:48] Jnkz Sorbet smiles again, "As I said, Sheriff Aeon, I am not here to accuse. But the truth requires all leads to be investigated."
[2009/09/03 10:48] Gallagher Aeon: Of course. In your position I would do the same.
[2009/09/03 10:49] Jnkz Sorbet: "The reason I have come here, is to ascertain, if either of you have contacts, or enemies, who would do this on your behalf, or, to set you up."
[2009/09/03 10:49] Gallagher Aeon: The only person I can think of who would want to frame either of us would be Raymond Janic himself. He was noticeably angry that he didn't get any information out of us. If he can send Gabe down another way I have to think he would.
[2009/09/03 10:50] Gabe Yazimoto: I ain't friends with everyone I ever met, but I can't think of anyone who'd go through all that trouble when they could just find me and shoot me.
[2009/09/03 10:51] Gabe Yazimoto nods at Gallagher.
[2009/09/03 10:51] Jnkz Sorbet: "I am forced to agree, Miss Yazimoto, thats why I also wish to know, if you have any reckless associates, who may have perceived striking at Mr. Janic, as doing you a favour. Understand, none will be punished, we simply wish to retrieve our equipment, and return the status quo."
[2009/09/03 10:52] Gabe Yazimoto squares her shoulders. "Can't think of a single one."
[2009/09/03 10:52] Gallagher Aeon: I could contact you if I hear anything or think of anyone. But as I say. I am inclined to think that maybe Raymond Janic would be more than capable of doing this himself.
[2009/09/03 10:54] Jnkz Sorbet: "It is more than likely. Especially considering the ship used to board the frigate, was of a design we recently confiscated a great number of, and considering the intruders bypassed security with one of our own codes."
[2009/09/03 10:54] Gabe Yazimoto: Sounds like a done deal, then. You go and pick that Janic fella up and give what's coming to him.
[2009/09/03 10:55] Gallagher Aeon: You are a private investigator? I will give you a crate of beer if you investigate Raymond Janic. 850 cans.
[2009/09/03 10:56] Jnkz Sorbet adjusts his glasses, "Perhaps, Miss Yazimoto. Though one more question, whilst on the topic of the ships used. You are a regular aquaintance of Duncan Cooperstone, are you not?"
[2009/09/03 10:56] Gallagher Aeon: We all know Duncan. Good fella.
[2009/09/03 10:57] Jnkz Sorbet smiles at the sheriff. "A tempting offer, but no need. Mr. Janic is already under investigation, from the moment you brought him into this conversation." He taps his glasses, "Direct feed to my superiors."
[2009/09/03 10:57] Gabe Yazimoto shrugs again. "I know Duncan, yes. Stand-up fella. Straight and narrow."
[2009/09/03 10:58] Jnkz Sorbet nods, "I have no doubt he is a decent man. But I will need to be speaking to him as well, both due to your connection to him, and due to the markings on the side of the attacking ship."
[2009/09/03 10:58] Gabe Yazimoto frowns. "I can tell you right now, he didn't have nothin' to do with that."
[2009/09/03 10:58] Gallagher Aeon: Markings?
[2009/09/03 10:58] Jnkz Sorbet: "A large number '12', Sheriff."
[2009/09/03 10:59] Gabe Yazimoto clams up.
[2009/09/03 10:59] Gallagher Aeon: The 12th Cav disbanded months ago. They had dozens of crafts. I believe many were sold at auction.
[2009/09/03 10:59] Jnkz Sorbet: "You of all people should know, Sheriff, organisations disband, ideals and grudges do not."
[2009/09/03 10:59] Gallagher Aeon: Of course.
[2009/09/03 11:00] Jnkz Sorbet: "Though you are correct. Many of their craft are now in private hands, and a great deal in our own hands, which Mr. Janic could well have used."
[2009/09/03 11:00] Gabe Yazimoto nods. "Anyone could have one. And anyone could paint one *on*."
[2009/09/03 11:00] Gallagher Aeon: Janic is a nasty piece of work. Wouldnt surprise me if he playing this one outside the law.
[2009/09/03 11:01] Jnkz Sorbet smiles politely, "You are correct Miss Yazimoto, but as I said before, the pursuit of truth requires me to investigate every lead."
[2009/09/03 11:01] Gallagher Aeon smiles.
[2009/09/03 11:01] Gabe Yazimoto curls her lip. "Tellin' ya. It's a dead lead. Duncan's a straight shooter. 'Sides. He wouldn't implicate me with grafitti. ... were he ever to commit such a bad act, which he wouldn't."
[2009/09/03 11:02] Jnkz Sorbet: "If you could inform Mr. Cooperstone, that he will be spoken to by one of my associates, it would be greatly apreciated. We dont like to drop in unannounced, unlike the military branch of investigation which Mr. Janic belongs to."
[2009/09/03 11:03] Gabe Yazimoto narrows her eyes. "Shiny. If I see him, I'll let him know you're comin'."
[2009/09/03 11:04] Jnkz Sorbet: "That would be most apreciated." He pauses, listening to some unheard communication, "I'm afraid I must depart, another lead requires my attention. Good day. You have been most helpful. I will keep you apprised of my findings, of course."
[2009/09/03 11:05] Gabe Yazimoto nods shortly.
[2009/09/03 11:05] Gabe Yazimoto mutters to herself.
[2009/09/03 11:07] Gallagher Aeon: You know anything about this? Or are you as lost as I am?
[2009/09/03 11:07] Gabe Yazimoto: I don't know a damn thing. He's got it all backwards.
[2009/09/03 11:07] Emma Ditko: "'Least he wasn't shooting answers outta you like the last one..."
[2009/09/03 11:07] Gabe Yazimoto: Yeah. This must be my lucky day.
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**Private video wave sent to Duncan via the Cortex** Hey, Duncan, Gabe here. Just thought I'd let you know that some Alliance investigator is lookin' for you. He just asked me a buncha questions about some robbery, seems someone has tried to frame me for it. He said he needed to question you as well, so just keep a lookout. And keep your head. He seemed like a cool, calm and collected fella, which in my experience is the most dangerous kind. Keep safe. **end of transmission**

Back to work

2009-08-22T15:41:00.000+02:00

With the exception of a very botched salvage mission together with Jai, Emma and Zade (as recounted brilliantly here: http://jairaghilda.blogspot.com/2009/08/laundry-day.html), it has been all work and no play this week.

I hitched a ride to Persephone, as the Eavesdown Docks are just about the busiest place in the 'verse when it comes to... well, everything, really.

I was trolling the more rundown section of the trade port -- seems that I don't look fancy enough or talk posh enough to sign on as crew for the larger, spanking clean and soul-less boats on the fancy side of town -- when I ran into a fella by the name of Needlemeyer Pointdexter Chubarkley. Literally ran into him, and that could've been a whole anecdote in and of itself, had he not fairly quickly come to mention that he needed supervision of the hot lead and menacing stares persuasion for a few drop-offs he was about to undertake around the rim planets.

He weren't a very pleasant man, I'll tell you as much, and he looked at me funny and asked if I was any good, and I looked at him funny right back and told him damn straight, I am.

So he signed me on, and his coin weren't unpleasant at all, lemme tell you. Right generous, if you asked me. Most of his crew weren't bad, either, the pilot was nice but a bit quiet, and she spent most of the time up in the cockpit, where I weren't allowed.

And we set off. We went to Hale's first, which was a blessing, 'cause I've missed it something fierce. Didn't get much of a chance to walk around and talk to folks, though, as I was set to guarding the current cargo while captain Chubarkley made deals with the buyer over in Fook's.

I don't think we was dirtside more than a couple of hours 'fore we set off again. This time our destination was the second moon on Athens. Not a very nice place to be. We landed in the night and loaded some large crates. 45 minutes, in and out, tops.

Once we was airborne again the captain and the first mate went to inspect the crates, though I was told to get my ass up into the messhall. I walked down to the hold later to have a look, after everyone had fallen asleep.

Was some mighty large crates, wood, with air holes in 'em. I got a bit concerned, but after knocking on them for a goodish long while and just getting grunting and growling in response, I felt a bit better. Prolly just some critters bound for someone's soup. I should know better than to ask questions about that kinda thing, anyways.

Someone came and knocked on my bunk door that night, rattling the handle and all that. I think it might've been the cook, he been looking at me all funny-like, but the door was a good one, and the lock even better, so I s'pose he had to take matters into his own hands.

Turned out the crates were going to Prosperity, and again, I was left to entertain myself together with Brunhilde, guarding the ship while the captain went to find the buyer and the rest of the crew stretched their legs.

I sat on the crates for a spell, trying again to figure out what was in 'em. They smelled funny, like sour milk. I never seen a critter smelled that way.

After a while some real shady-looking folks came and took the crates away, and I finally got some leave for the evening. I wandered around town for a bit, and ran into Duncan Cooperstone and the local doctor, and talked with them for a bit.

Duncan offered me to stay and hide on his boat if I needed, if the 'lliance wouldn't stay off my case, and I thanked him accordingly. If I have any more trouble, I might take him up on the offer, though for now, I seem to be in the clear. He also said he might have work coming up, which will be a kindness, 'cause my agreement with captain Chubarkley ended as of today, and I'm stranded in Prosperity at the moment.

With money in my pocket, what better way is there to spend the first of it on something to quench the thirst? I spent the evening at Bootlegger's, just watching the crowd from a corner together with a glass of whiskey. Don't feel too sociable right now. Kinda hard to know who to trust.

I still got that datachip we downloaded from the broke-down ship. I dunno what to do with it, it feels wrong to just throw it away. I s'pose I'll just hang onto it for now.

That's what you get

2009-08-16T22:23:00.000+02:00

Over the past week I've started to remember why I never did settle down. Why flying around the 'verse was always so much better than being in one place. It's a dangerous life, for sure, but it's my kinda dangerous. Not like... the other kind.

Couple of days ago the Sheriff brings around a man in an Alliance uniform. Says I need to answer some questions regarding that amazingly kind act I did a few weeks back, giving that Alliance lady a ride back to the cruiser, and footage of me wandering around the cruiser, lost. And something about a break-in and theft in said cruiser a few days later.

I didn't wanna go and I told him so real polite-like, but when he threatened to bring an extraction team and pick me up, I didn't have no choice. Didn't wanna risk bringing that down on the people of Hale's.

'Course, I shoulda known he was up to no good.

The Sheriff went with us up to the cruiser, and I'm glad he did 'cause if he hadn't, I prolly wouldn't' be alive right now. Y'see, as soon as the door closed behind us -- the Sheriff waited in the hallway -- the gorram hwoon dan pulled a gun on me. Fired warning shots, put it to my head, threatened to shoot me if I didn't tell him what I wanna hear. Well, if you've ever been pinched, you know what I'm talking about.

I didn't tell him nothing, though, I ain't got nothing to say to the likes of him. The bastard even had the nerve to insult my choice in footwear.

He finally let me go, though, after warning me that they'd be keeping their eyes on me.

And that's when it hit me. It was stupid, gorram stupid, to settle down in the first place. I get stupid when I fall in love, and I fell so damn hard in love with that ugly chunk of rock they call a moon that I couldn't think straight.

If you're always on the move, people can't find you. Easy as pie. That Purplebelly son of a biao zi can't keep his gorram eyes on me if he don't got a place where he can expect to find me.

It's breaking my little heart, but I don't got no other choice but to cancel the lease on my apartment and get my things, the bed and the desk and the gun racks and everything, packed away for storage.

I ain't closing the Lounge, that would be too much for me to bear. I just won't be living there any more, so there won't be no reason for him to come looking. Looking, and possibly be hurting my friends in the process. He seemed right unbalanced, that one. Stupid, gorram cho san ba.

But, I digress. The Lounge. It will stay open still, anyone can come and sit down whenever they like, and I'll try and staff it as often as I can, whenever whatever boat I'm staying on at the moment sets down on Hale's. And Lily told me today she wants to dance there for tips, so that will probably draw a crowd, anyways. I can always use the extra coin. Always.

Been thinking about taking flying lessons, too. Maybe Jai can teach me. If I work real hard and save up, maybe I can afford a little boat of my own. Nothing big enough to do trade runs, but enough so I can move around my own self if I need to. Could keep it moored on Hale's, also, cheap dockage fees and all.

Found a couple snapshots I wanted to post, since looking at them puts me in a better mood, and I sure could use some better moods right now.

Flying. Nothing like it.

Friends. Friends are the best thing to have in the whole gorram 'verse.

Well. We won't have to argue about that anymore.

2009-08-09T02:20:00.000+02:00

Faulkin came 'round the Lounge the other night. Was a bunch of people there, we all had a real nice time. I almost always have guests these days, it's real shiny.

And, so. Faulkin asked me about the warbot, where we'd hidden it away. I know we weren't supposed to talk about it, or tell anyone, so that that Nack person would find her, but I know I can trust Faulkin. You can see it in his eyes, you know?

So, yeah. He asked me to tell him were we hid the 'bot. Vega told me it was a bad idea, but I know what I'm doing, most of the time. Me and Faulkin hiked up to the old lab, and I took him down and showed him the pit.

He told me it was a real fine idea to get the 'bot out of Firefly's, and... he had some plans he didn't tell me beforehand. I was busy talking with him, didn't notice him setting up all these 'splosives.

I told him I promised Emma I wouldn't do anything to the bot, but he convinced me it was the right thing to do. So we ran outta there and he detonated the 'splosives, and that was that. I ain't been down to look at the wreckage, but I can't imagine there's much left.

Ain't sitting completely right with me, but... Faulkin's a good man. I trust his judgement. Now I just gotta get around to telling Emma...

Speaking of Emma, she gave me a hand today, wielding hammer and saw, as I set to work making the Lounge a bit bigger. I figured we needed a dance floor, and so we got to working on that. It turned out real shiny, there's a lot more room now.

Me and Emma celebrated by breaking in the dance floor, and I was glad to see that Emma's leg has healed up enough for her to break out some moves the way she did. Zade and Faulkin was there, too, but they got distracted by things that apparently hold greater appeal to men than dancing ladies.

After a bit the new doctor, miss Lina Footpad, came to dance with us, and before we knew it, Zade and Faulkin were back, and Charly came round too.

Almost had ourselves a real shindig, and I didn't even spread the word. I gonna be adding some things to the place in the next couple days, and then I hope we can draw a really big crowd. Shiny.

I still need a drink, but for good reasons this time.

... and now for the big reward

2009-08-06T14:01:00.000+02:00

For some reason, I figured people would be grateful for the stunt we pulled yesterday. For a couple of hours, I walked around feeling mighty accomplished. One threat gone. One problem solved.

I must have been hitting the hookah without remembering, because that was not the case.

What happened first was that one of the recon bots came back. Weren't so much with the recon this time, though, it was heavily armed, and in a mind to use me, Vega, Doc and the Blue Sun woman for target practice. It chased me around the landing pads for a few minutes, and then one swing of those heavy metal arms, and I saw pretty stars even though it was the middle of the day.

"Threat Level>Substantial // Further Information>Required," it said, flashing that damn scanner in my face again.

After a while Vega managed to take it out, but just a few minutes later, a second one appeared, and round and round again we went. I got knocked out again, but finally we caught up with it. Unfortunately it self-destructed like the others, so we have no way of knowing if it managed to transmit its data or not.

Me and Vega were hanging around the landing pad, licking our respective wounds together with Zade, when this not particularly charming gentleman came out of the Mayor's office and stomped over to us.

Nack Barnes: "Hey. You."

Gabe Yazimoto: "Howdy."

Nack Barnes: "Don't howdy me. Where's my property."

Gabe Yazimoto: "What property would that be?"

Nack Barnes: "Don't give me that." He keeps his hand next to his pistols. "Where's my gorram property. You people are playin' with things you do not understand."

Zade Karu: "Maybe it was them bots that been jumpin' around the city lately."

Nack Barnes: "Dangerous things, and yer gonna get a lot of people killed."

Gabe Yazimoto: "Oh, you talkin' about that death machine you had laying around?"

Nack Barnes: "Yes, my property. And I want to know where you put it, so as to save yerself from a possibly lethal case of lead poisonin'."

Gabe Yazimoto scowls. "Right back attcha, mister."

Nack Barnes: "Trust me, you ain't as fast as you think you are." He glances at Zade. "Now, where is my gorram property."

Zade Karu: "What? I didnt take your damn bot!"

Nack Barnes: "I know it. I got security tapes from my bar. I'm not an idiot."

Zade Karu: "I don't need a coat rack."

Nack Barnes: "Unlike certain thieves who think they can just steal away someone's stuff. If I gotta I'll find my sister and we'll track the gorram 'bot to where it was taken."

Gabe Yazimoto frowns. "Look, I was doin' this town a favour, fella."

Nack Barnes: "Stealin' my property is doin' folks a favor?"

Gabe Yazimoto: "Not two nights ago I saw a gorram scout bot in your bar, scannin' the other one."

Nack Barnes: "Scout bot. Huh." He paused. "Ain't none of 'em can fix that gorram prototype bot in my bar. That thing is one of a kind, ain't none of them being produced by whatever Neuman... Von New.. whathefuckever his name is, machine here on Hale's. If there was any like that bot of mine bein made here, ain't any be left around here still breathin'. I kid you not. Gorram thing is deadly. Very very deadly."

Gabe Yazimoto: "Well, you can talk all you like, ain't convincing me it ain't a danger. So we took it, and put it where it can't hurt noone."

Nack Barnes growls.

Gabe Yazimoto: "Gorram thing's a death trap."

Zade Karu: "Well...atleast she shouldn't be spooged on anymore..."

Nack Barnes: "I'll track it down, you know that, right. Just got to find my sister, we'll sniff out where you took it and put it back where it belongs. And you damn well consider this a mercy that I don't shoot your thievin' ass right here." He jabs a finger at Vegaslon, "Same goes for you, mister."

Zade Karu: "But Gabe's butt is too purdy to shoot!"

Gabe Yazimoto snorts. "Thief? I'm a gorram hero, mister."

Nack Barnes: "Gorram hero my muscular buttocks."

Nack Barnes stomps off to find his tracker.

And that was that. He can fancy himself a tracker all he likes, him and his gorram sister, whoever she is, they ain't ever gonna find it. I best talk to the others and make sure they stay clear of Firefly's, just in case the fella gets triggerhappy, him having a security cam and all.

I need a drink.

Taking care of business

2009-08-05T17:43:00.000+02:00

That fancy lady, miss Zanzibar, that came to see me the other day, she came back to Hale's today. I didn't see her at first, just saw she'd left a note for me on the bar counter. I was a bit busy, so I didn't read it straight away.

Then, a little later, she came 'round again, and her and me and Jai and Emma and Kren and Vega sat around and talked for a bit. We had tea and/or coffee, and I gave Jai and Emma some of the Soylent Green snack samples I picked up.

After a bit I remembered the note, and I pulled it out of my pocket and read it.

Gigi Gabe,
I came to visit to Hale's Moon once again. I was weak in my resolve and looked in on our mutual acquaintance, Raids Blackburn. Raids is standing in the middle of the floor. I don't know if this is a concern.

Since the lady in question was still around I asked her if it was true. She said yes, and I... well. I ain't proud to admit it, but I saw red. Nobody does a damn thing about it, nobody seems to care. So the way I reckon, it falls on my table to care.

I hiked over to Firefly's, and true enough, there the thing was, standing in the middle of the floor.

I walked around it for a bit, trying to suss out if there were any wires or anything that could be easily yanked out to disable the gorram thing. Couldn't find any, and after I unsuccessfully tried to nudge the gun out of its hands, Emma and Jai catch up with me.

I get a little hot-headed, and tell them to help me drag the thing outside and set it on fire. Emma... took exception to that. She said I shouldn't hurt the machine, that it weren't fair. She stood between me and the bot and said that I could move her if I wanted to, but if I did, she didn't know me very well after all. And... what could I say to that? And those big eyes?

I stood down, but told Emma that when, not if but when, the thing wakes up and starts going for people, I will end it. Emma was upset and walked out the door in a huff.
I told Jai that Emma is too naive, but all of a sudden she reappeared, riding a small mulebike. She tore into Firefly's on it and picked up the warbot with the front end grappler.

She raced out of the bar again with the bot firmly attached, and while Jai managed to jump onto the mulebike, I had to run after them. At first I thought Emma was ornery and was going to drop the thing in the Lounge or something, but she headed to the southwest instead, towards the old lab.

She was being a very clever girl today. Not that she normally isn't.

Turns out, she wanted to drop the bot into the pit in the lab. She wanted to, to keep people from hurting it, and while I didn't share that sentiment, keeping it locked up in the lab seemed like a shiny idea. Me, Jai and Vega helped Emma drag the bot down the stairs.

Once we got it down, Emma could bring down her mulebike and pull the bot the rest of the way over to the pit.

And now it's down there, and I hope that's where it's gonna stay. Still have to make nice with Emma, though. She weren't too happy with me. Just trying to protect her, is all.

Caught in my skivvies

2009-08-03T18:13:00.000+02:00

When I woke up this morning, earlier than what really should be considered legal, I moseyed my behind down to the Lounge to make myself a cup of tea. I didn't bother getting dressed, hadn't taken a bath or nothing, and I figured that no-one would be awake at that hour.

As it turns out, I was wrong. All of a sudden this real fancy lady comes wandering into the courtyard, and there I was, in my jammies. It was awkward for a couple seconds, but she was a real polite and proper lady. Made me feel comfortable... or at least less uncomfortable about the whole situation.

She said her name was Mirra Zanzibar, and she was looking for Krenshar, referred by Feargananym of the Bihar sanctuary. I told her that unfortunately Krenshar was incommunicado, he was recharging or updating or somesuch. I asked her to sit down in the Lounge and wait for him, if she wanted. Made her some tea, too, which she seemed to like.

Her dress was really fancy and I told her so, and she told me it was a sari, but that in private she wears pantaloons. She seemed like a real smart woman, she looked at me, wearing long johns and nothing else, and could tell I was a merc. She said such insightful things, I felt all simple compared to her.

After a while, when Kren still hadn't woken up, she asked me if I could do her a favour. She wanted to buy a gun from the gun store back in town, but she didn't know very much about them, and so she asked if I could help. I said of course, and then she asked me to cover up my bee-hind, 'less it could be considered "a free invitation for physical familiarity", as she put it. I could only agree.

After I had gotten dressed we started the hike into town. As we passed by Firefly's, she asked if we could go inside and look. When we got in, I told her to stay away from the warbot. She seemed awful interested in it, though, and kept walking closer and closer.

She got really sad, and started talking about it as if it was a person. Wondered if it could suffer. Said it was synthetic, not mechanical. I was feeling all kinds of uneasy, and when miss Zanzibar asked if she could touch her, I strongly advised against it. I don't think anyone should fiddle with that thing.

Venica and Altarus Byron, a new fella, came by to see what we were up to. Altarus said he'd heard that the bot's motivator was missing, but it was still conscious. Still all there in the head, but with no will. It scared me bad, hearing that, 'specially after what happened last night, but miss Zanzibar only got sadder.

"Sister, if there is a being within you, I weep on her behalf and pray for your release or redemption. I apologize, but that is all I can offer you today," she whispered to it, and she got uneasy and wanted to leave. I had no objections.

We finally reached the gun store and looked at the piece she wanted, and she ended up buying it. I think she'll be satisfied. I took a detour before I went home, and when I got back to the Lounge, miss Zanzibar had left a little note and a gift for me, a real nice mural for the Lounge. It was a real shiny gesture, and I'm glad to have met her.

I just relaxed in the Lounge the rest of the day, thinking about all the things she said. Such a wise lady.

Warbot on the loose

2009-08-03T11:50:00.000+02:00

Something very disturbing happened last night. I'm a little shook up about it, and frankly, I'm getting sick and tired of people telling me that there isn't anything to worry about, ever. I've learned through the years that there usually is, and that it's better to be prepared and don't need it, than... well, it's like condoms, like Jai puts it.

Faulkin came 'round in the evening for a drink, and it was nice as always to see him. Didn't even get a chance to open my new bottle of scotch before we heard a loud thump on the roof of the Lounge. I ran outside, and just barely managed to glimpse something huge and black and ugly leaping up onto the apartment building. It had a scanner, and flashed it at all of us, it was right unsettling.

Faulkin drew his weapon and opened fire on it, despite my advice against it. The robot ran away, and Faulkin ran after, with me following - it was a right case of follow the leader. After a while the bot opened return fire, just barely missing me, and then it disappeared. Me, Faulkin and Krenshar regrouped in the street, and I stupidly went to mention the warbot they got parked in Firefly's bar.

'Fore we knew it, the large, black bot appeared on the roof above us; it had been eavesdropping on us. There was a voice that said something like, "Information>Subject>Raids>Acquired", and it leapt over the building and was gone. I got a very bad feeling about it, a feeling Faulkin didn't share, and while he wandered off, I ran over to Firefly's.

Right enough. There the big bot was, and it was scanning the smaller, nastier-looking bot. "Analysis:Subject>Raids Blackburne> Notes Prototype Motivation Unit Removed>Request Auxiliary unit for replacement", it said.

I bravely waved Brunhilde at it, telling it to go away - yes, I know, but what else could I do? And then it said "Escape Options>Limited>initiating Self destruct", and self-destructed it did... blew itself up, I had to throw myself out of the way to not be hit by the flying parts.

I left the parts there to be cleared away by the bar's staff. Or Amon, perhaps, it'd be the kinda thing he'd find interesting.

I voiced my concern to Kren, but he didn't seem to think there was a problem. I think that "requesting auxiliary unit for replacement" of the small bot's motivation chip is a LOT to be worried about.
Later that evening I spoke to the mayor, but she didn't seem worried, either. Just said she she weren't surprised, that she had intel that someone would like to spy on us.

So, yeah. Getting fed up with people being indifferent. Really am. As for my part, I will take to sleeping with Brunhilde from now on.

You just count on it.

Week of "interesting" events.

2009-07-30T20:29:00.000+02:00

So much has been going on this past week, I get exhausted just thinking about it. I got shot twice. Yes, you heard me. Twice, on two different occasions, and it was both friendly fire. Let me tell you what happened.

All right, first of all, on Saturday we went on an... outing with Dharma. It was me, Jai, Emma, Sandra, the Sheriff, mister (not sir) Duncan, Reese and Vega. After the meeting in the Sheriff's shuttle the week before we knew pretty much what to expect... in theory. We were supposed to retrieve some cargo, and a diversion would be created down on ground, making most, if not all, Alliance guards leave the cruiser.

When we came up, we learned that indeed had most, but not all, guards come to the aid of the townsfolk. A couple remained, and it weren't a good day for them. Two of them got shot down. It weren't...

The Sheriff had an inside man on the cruiser, and he appeared to give us the code for the cargo hold we needed to get into. T'was helpful and all, having someone on the inside, but I can't help thinking that it could go both ways. They could infiltrate us, too.

In any case, the code didn't work, and we had to venture further into the cruiser to get another one. There were replicant guards, so many of them, and they charged us. Unfortunately, when you shoot them up, they tend to smoke a lot, and when I couldn't hear metal feet moving anymore and the smoke had cleared, I saw that Jai had been knocked out cold. Sandra was still with us, but I could the footsteps of the others echoing in the distance. T'was no choice on what to do, really.

Me and Sandra stayed with Jai until she came to again, and she didn't seem worse for wear, thank God. We could hear gunfire in the distance, but before we had a chance to run to the rescue, the others came back.

The Sheriff was in a right state, he was red in the face beneath his hood and he was yelling and hollering at us for staying behind. I yelled right back at him, good and proper. Ain't nothing will keep me from sticking by a friend in danger, and the Sheriff can be a hun dan sa bi all he wants about it. I'm leaving him behind next time, see how he likes that.

... not really, but it'd be a good point to make.

After that it was pretty smooth sailing, even though Emma got trapped in a corner by more replicants and had to be pulled out, and Duncan got a good one to the head, also. But we got the cargo.

The night after we took a trip to MacLaren's Drift and Prosperity. They had a kinda shindig in the bar, but true to form, reavers decided to crash the party. It was complete chaos, bullets were flying everywhere, and before I knew it, I got clipped in the leg by friendly fire.

When I came to, Faulkin (yes, he was there too, shiny) helped me up the hill to the doc's office. They pushed me down on a cot, made me stay down, and wrapped up my leg and gave me pills from the pain. Pills made me kinda woozy, but I remember Emma being there.
I missed my ride back to Hale's, but fortunately Jai was in the neighbourhood and could swing by to pick me up the next day.

So I come back, my leg smarting something fierce, and I can't really walk that well. And then the reavers came.

I ain't sure I ever seen so many of them at a time, it was complete madness. Folks were screaming and shouting, doing what they could just to stay alive. I tried to help, but my hands were shaking funny and I couldn't aim right. But my friends... they was being cut down left and right, I had to try.

Lily thought different. I only got a hazy memory of it, Emma told me proper what happened. Lily told me I couldn't fight, that I shouldn't be up. I disagreed, and then Lily took out a gun and shot me in the gorram foot. I was knocked out pretty cold, and when I woke up, I was on a table in the infirmary with a damn needle the size of my arm in my chest.

The Sheriff said he had to stick me with it 'cause my heart weren't doing so well, and that's all kinds of unsettling. But he stitched me back up so my leg and my foot weren't bleeding so much, and had me lay down to rest.

All the while I could hear screaming and shooting and reaver howls above us, it was awful not being able to help out. Then they started pouring into the infirmary and we had to flee, the Sheriff dragging me through a hidden tunnel into the Sheriff's office. Emma took refuge there, too, and I could only watch as her and the Sheriff tried to break the seige. The windows were jam packed with reavers. I weren't very helpful.

Then somehow we got back to the infirmary, and it weren't like my legs couldn't hold me... just needed some more rest, is all. But then Emma tumbled down the stairs, with a hole through her shoulder and her legs all chewed by reavers. I don't really remember much after that, but people tell me I grabbed Brunhilde and... went to town. My first memory after seeing Emma, was me standing over the body of a dead reaver.

I'm healing up pretty good. Leg's not paining me so much anymore, it's itching more than anything.

Still. Kinda hard to sleep at night. I keep thinking about that guard as soon as I turn off the lights. I gave her a ride up to the cruiser, she'd missed her shuttle ride, the day before the... outing.

She seemed like... She weren't a bad person. But she got put in the way, and now she's dead. Something ain't right there.

Good news and bad news

2009-07-23T23:42:00.000+02:00

Emma is back!

She's been away from Hale's, visiting family, I believe, but today she came back. It was a joyous reunion, and me and Jai celebrated by taking Emma 'round town, showing off all the new buildings.

To top it all off, we let ourselves into Amon's apartment and jumped on his bed and drank his whiskey.

Me and Jai got our hands on some new, shiny uniforms. They look kinda like Alliance officer uniforms, but Jai insists that they are Gestapo flight attendant suits, whatever that means. They ain't Alliance, though. Impersonating an Alliance officer is illegal, yessir. Wouldn't muck about with that.

In light of the recent incidents at the Lounge, such as the Blue Sun camera and the reaver trashing, I've gotten a camera of my own for the Lounge. It should keep tabs of who's coming and going, letting me point fingers at the right perps if something should happen.

I know it's wrong to say this, but the Sheriff is so adorable with his monkey, Neelix. Just look at this photo of them cuddling. Just... adorable.
I tried to give Neelix some more fudge today, but he's abandoned me for bananas. The pain.

I met Lily today out in the Wastevillage. She seemed very agitated, talked about some danger, "danger like a dagger". She wouldn't elaborate.
She also asked me to teach her how to kiss, but that just ain't appropriate. We talked about other things, also. Just things.

Faulkin came over to the Lounge the other day to have a smoke, and I joined him. He told me about his sweetie, Sabine. She sounds like a real swell lady. Pretty, too. And curvy. He's lucky.

After a lot of tinkering, I finally finished the racks for all my girls. It turned out real shiny, and it's nice to have them all readily available.
I bet Faulkin would appreciate seeing them, being a merc also. Maybe he'd like some of his own. I'll have to ask him.

Boys

2009-07-21T16:36:00.000+02:00

So, I had a little discussion with Jai regarding the recent disappearance of my veggies. She claimed complete innocence, promising that all her weasels were accounted for.
Then Lily chimed in, talking about how the weasel Jai gave her had a big "pumpkin belly", and that it hid away, and then there were babies.

So. There's more of the little bastards. Gallagher shot the one in the greenhouse, but I've started locking the place up so I don't lose the newly planted crop. Jai gave me some coffee bean berries to use in a trap. Vermin must go.

I've been hanging around with the boys a lot lately.

Amon showed me his apartment. He's got a lot of fancy, shiny gear and nice furniture. I sat on his computer chair, on his sofa and on his bed. Everything was nice and comfy. Sure, my things are, too, but not as clean. He gave me the access code to his front door, said I was free to hang any time. That was nice of him.

Speaking of furniture, I got a new desk. It's mostly just junk I picked up around town, some crates, an old piece of plywood. But it works for me, and I found an old monitor, too. It works, and picks up a security feed from some place. Perhaps I should show the Sheriff. Might be important.

Amon opened up his scrap shop the other day. It looks real nice, and the sign is shiny. Literally, it's all metal. It looks good, and hopefully his business will give mine a push, and the other way around. Scrap metal and drinks, what can beat that?

I hung out with Gallagher and Amon back home in the Wastes. I fed Neelix fudge, and we talked about religion. Amon don't believe in God, but that's all right. If he leads a good life, he'll go to heaven anyway. And I still ain't a monkey.

Neelix was clambering all over us, and he found things to eat in Amon's hair.

No lice here, though.

Later I went with Zade and Gallagher to browse through stores. I'm still close to broke, but I couldn't help getting that jacket. It's real nice.

Bosktipping is a fun sport, too, they should have real contests. Zade gave me a ride on his hoverbike and spread some carnage.

Over and out.

Vermin!

2009-07-19T14:23:00.000+02:00

I am upset. I am very, very upset.

After waking up this morning-- all right, it was after noon, bloody scotch, I went down to the greenhouse to see if the tomatoes had ripened, maybe water and weed a little.

This is what I found.

All my veggies are gone. All of them. Every last tomato, every last little leaf of cabbage. And I know who the culprit is. Oh, yes. It was still lurking around the scene of the crime.

One of Jai's bloody weasels has escaped and eaten the entire crop! I will have to have very strong words with her when I see her. Perhaps she already knows, because she's been strangely absent the past day or so.

Speaking of vermin, I ran into this lady recently.

Her name is x0x0 and she works for Blue Sun. She neglected to inform me of that until after we'd shaken hands. She was looking at Jai's new trade office, and then she talked a little bit about Lily. Called her a thing. What a chao chee bai.

Oh, yes, Jai's new office. It's looking real shiny, she set it up good and proper.

Disinfected the place, too, which was a good thing. The House might have had a shiny sign, but rumour has it the floors were sticky. She also moved up to the apartment just upstairs, so just like me, she won't have far to travel to get to work.

Gallagher has bought a car, a real old vintage one. It's gotta be a replica, though, I doubt he's earning enough to buy real, Earth-that-was antiques. He took me for a ride in it. I am now convinced he really is insane. I was a hair's width from losing my lunch. I'm sure cars ain't supposed to go that fast.

Apparently I am insane as well, because later in the evening I voluntarily got into the Deathmobile again. Me, Gallagher, Vega and Sandra went for a drive round town and shot down those damn Blue Sun surveillance cameras that's popped up everywhere. I must say it was very satisfying, and I got to play with the Mossberg a little more. Shiny.

... and wouldn't you know it? When I came home in the evening, Faulkin was chilling in the Lounge and he called me over. Pointed to the corner ceiling. The bastards had sneaked into my property and put up a camera. It was quickly disposed of, and then me and Faulkin drank scotch and compared peni-- I mean guns. His was really nice. Gun. His gun. The Fairlight shotgun. Nothing else.

The last of my coin

2009-07-17T10:09:00.000+02:00

It was a quiet day yesterday, which always is a nice change. Jai showed me her new cargo shuttle with pick-up capabilities, which looked like it might come in handy in the near future. For some reason it did not want to photograph, I will try and snap a picture of it later on.

Sheriff Gallagher had thought it was a shiny idea to get a little monkey. No, two, as a matter of fact. One was small and cute and quiet and did not bite me when I tried to pet it. The other... climbed up to my shoulder and tried to hump my hairdo. I was not amused. Monkeys ain't so fun, after all.

To make myself feel better I went shopping with Zade as the day grew on. It's strange how that always seem to calm the nerves, even though they might not need calming. I picked up this nifty little thing for cheap, and I am sure I will be glad I did at some point. Everything seems to come in handy at one point or another.

Zade wisely held his tongue.

Zade had this completely amazing Callahan, and it made me all weak at the knees. Beautiful piece of potential mayhem, death and destruction. Not to mention a good thing to have between you and people who want to shuffle you off.

I was also in the mood for a new gun, and Zade knew of this amazing warehouse. It was shotgun heaven. Expletives of joy were uttered, also a few sighs and moans. I can't help it. I looked for a good long while at this little beauty...

... and also at these delicious twins. Moss started to grow on my north side.

I ended up getting the Mossberg, though, and it was a good buy, although it used up the very last of my coin. It's got a nice heft to it, so even if I run out of ammo, it should make an excellent blunt weapon to keep whoever at bay. The kick weren't too bad, either. I think we will be friends.

We sent a wave to Charly, who was in the vicinity, and she made an appearance to buy a tiny little thing, that nevertheless suited her perfectly and will probably serve her well. Too frilly, also too petite, for my tastes, but perfect for her.

I saw Amon briefly, he's gotten an upgrade from his wooden legs. These ones seem to work for him, though they look helluva impractical.
Gallagher said he'd planted a bug in the Blue Sun office, and Amon went their to interview for the new position they've advertised. Gallagher said Amon had told Blue Sun he'd lie and scheme for them. Surprise, not so much with the. I've got my eye on you, bud.

New faces

2009-07-14T22:18:00.000+02:00

I've met some new faces as of late. It seems like there's new people landing on Hale's every day, and that's just shiny. More people means more business for the Hookah Lounge, and more chances for me to get some real work as well.

Mr. Duncan came for a visit today, together with a lady who's name I didn't catch. I'm getting work again, soon, from Jai, we're gonna run her shipment of coffee beans and civets to Zenobia, and Jai suspects we may need some extra protection. Duncan and the lady are gonna provide that, and all of us combined, we should be fine.

And then there's this fella, who I good and honest can't get a grasp of. He needs to get his mouth washed out with soap, that's for damn sure. Ain't the most polite or friendly guy I ever met, that's for sure. He's a mite careless with his limbs, too. Got wooden legs and a mechanical arm of some sort, seems fancy. As for other appendages, I'll leave that to someone else's imagination. Oh, and he fancies women who can cook.

This man is a newcomer, as well. Poor guy, he's on the run from his wife, 'pparantly, stole her ship or somesuch thing, and just ran. Musta been a hell of a bad marriage. He figures she was pretty ornery over the whole thing, and he weren't too keen on having his picture taken. I'm gonna go ahead with his...request and not reveal his name. God forbid his wife finds him. The 'verse hath no wrath, and so on.

I passed by the House of Negotiable Affection today. It's a shame that businesses can't stay open, no matter what you think of what they actually sell. We need more business.

Heavy sleeper

2009-07-13T22:42:00.000+02:00

You know it's not going to be a good day when you sleep in late, and wake up and find this outside your window:

Yes, I managed to sleep through a meteor strike right in the middle of the Wastetown courtyard. The crater was huge, and located about 10 feet from the entrance to the Lounge. Kren came along in the evening and dragged it out into the Wastes and filled the hole up, so all is well. At least it didn't hit my building, so thank goodness for small favours.

The day didn't proceed much better, Hale's got hit by reavers, but the flow of reavers was thankfully spotty at best. Poor Reese was the only one who bit the dust, but yours truly atleast tried to drag him to safety. I took down a couple meself, or at least got the honour of the final blow.

... and then I return home, only to find that some wandering reaver decided to turn the Hookah Lounge upside down. At least I hope it was a reaver, for their sake, 'cause if it turns out it weren't, the person responsible is gonna be very, very sorry. Took me forever to tidy up.

After Kren moved the meteor he talked a bit about Blue Sun. I s'pose everyone feels uneasy about them being on Hale's, but Kren is positively agitated. No good will come of this, I feel it in my bones.

Right.

Ended the evening with a knife sparring fight with Zade. Always good for a laugh. And then ice cream.