Cmdr OldarBladeborn
Role
Vigilante / Enforcer
Registered ship name
Ysgramor
Credit balance
-
Rank
Elite
Registered ship ID
Fer-de-Lance PL4SM4
Overall assets
-
Squadron
Allegiance
Independent
Power
Independent

Logbook entry

Log 11 - A Narrative Recap

21 Dec 2021OldarBladeborn
Y'know how I said I'd keep up to this logbook? Like, every single time I've wrote one? D'you think I should stop saying that, cause I've literally never kept a logbook release schedule. Ever. Ah well...

So, its been a wild few months since my last log, what with my ID number *still* not being sorted months after I put in the request, so no new ship stuff, the fights I've done and the good people I've met along the way, my resignation to the Federation... and turn to piracy... and so on. I'll try and summarise each, haha.

About 6 months ago, I was trawling the CG system, I don't remember which, in my Corvette, looking for a nasty villain, or strong opponent, or something like that. Unfortunately, I had little luck, so I hopped into a conflict zone, on the side of the Feds. We came out victorious, and I re-entered supercruise happy but low on shields and cell banks. Someone else hopped into supercruise at a similar time, in a Corvette, but he was fully stocked, shields strong... and hungry for prey. Hos name was CMDR Jordoman.

And he'd selected me.

Next thing I knew, I was tumbling around in an interdiction. I fought, turning this way and that, struggilng against the controls, but to no avail - he won, and I dropped into normal space. Panicking, I flicked my "Report Crimes" on. The Vette didn't like this, and hailed me over comms, demanding I switch them of, but I refused, and shakily drew my guns, hoping to scare him off. This had the opposite effect however, and he drew his own... and opened fire.

Immediately I knew I was in danger. I boosted to pass and bank, to recover my ailing shield, but as I did I saw him turn, and then light me up with Hammer fire. His cannons began laying down their deadly fire to devastating effect, and before I knew it alarms were blaring, telling me that I was taking corrosive hull damage, and exceptional module damage, and life support has been rendered inoperable, eject eject eject-

And I woke at Jameson. Everything was quiet, calm. My Corvette's remains had been collected and were almost finished repairing. On my comms was a message from the CMDR, apologising and offering a place in his squadron, The Chimera's Crew. An odd turn of events, I thought, but I accepted, and we talked. He helped me develop my Corvette, from its weak, resistance-light state to be finished literally yesterday as I write this, and over the course of the next few months strengthened my skills in it. I have since moved on from the Crew, but I'd now count him as a close friend, something I did not expect that day.

What next? Ah, the Oddyssey ship update... this one'll be fun ehehe...

So, my ID problem hasn't been fixed. It's a simple problem, but it means I've been confined to my ship for 6 or 7 months nore, whilst people I fly with have been able to stretch their legs on planets. It's really a shame, but I suppose there isn't much I can actually do about it, despite my best efforts. It's not really about the exiting my spaceship bit, I'm just annoyed that they promised it and then didn't deliver it to me and others like me, who also had the issue. *sigh* Guess I'm just gonna have to keep waiting... as I have done for so long.

Something less controversial next, I think... oh yeah, my Fed-signation (geddit?... no? fair tbh). So basically, joining the Chimera's Crew rather changed my perspective of the Federation, from the noble democracy standing for the rights of all, as I thought, to what it really is: a hive of corruption and poverty, with some Federal citizens literally living worse than the Imperial slaves that Hudson hates so much. And soeaking of Mr Zachary Hudson himself, the Fedneck military "rule by might" mantra has me ticked off too - what kind of 32nd century superpower needs to rule by might? Simply introducing the good way of democracy, then setting laws and motions towards peace with peaceful vote, with the will, prosperity and goodness of the people behind every decision, would do the trick!

... I need to stop talking about politics, I think ehehe... Oh well. Let's finish of with a nice tale of ny shady pirate exploits, eh?

So, about two months back, I was patrolling the CG again, in a Krait Phantom. This time though, I wasn't looking for a simple fight, I was searching for a cargo ship, full of expensive gold, or brillant diamonds, or some other untold riches, that would set me for life. I was still casring my eye for such a ship, when I was spotted by a CMDR Psychotic Rob. Now, Rob was, and is, a copper; he fights for justice, like I once did, and with honour. He saw my pirate vessel, and I saw his patrol Fer-de-Lance, and we both knew we must fight. He pulled me interdicyion, and I pulled the throttle back to submit, and we dropped into a dirty brawl.

His gins came free first, and he loosed a plasma volley towards me, which I dodged by an inch, and returned the favour with my Short-Range plasmas, but also missed. We traded again, and his prismatic shields bore more of the brunt than my bi-weves, but I held on, drifting after each joust to allow for my shield's regeneration, and banking every so often. Little by little, his shield dropped lower and lower, but then I mistimed and crash! we rammed hard and my shields shattered. I panicked, then forced myself back under control and went full aggression: boosting close and letting loose volley after volley. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, my shield came back in a flash of indigo, and I relaxed; Rob's shields were low now, but I still had to be wary. Trade after trade, both of us now banking to cling to our shields. Jousting and orbiting, until finally, in a flash of green his shields fell: and seizing the opportunity I leapt into fury off aggression. I no longer cared about my own shield, as I dropped devastating volley after devastating volley, shredding his hull and then... boom. His ship was gone. I saw a glint of an escape pod flying away, but it was no longer a threat, so I left it alone,and emerged into supercruise victorious. I was battered and bruised, my hull standing at 43% integrity and my cell bank completely drained of chatge, but I had won. The end.

So, that's the last 6 months, I guess. A lot more has happened, but it's either not as important, or has slipped my mind, and this log is long enough anyway, so I'll end here. o7 to everyone who took the time to listen to my unplanned essay that came pretty much out of nowhere (i hadnt even planned to write anythong today lol).

And of course, always fly dangerous!
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