The Hunted [08.28.3302]
28 Aug 2016Milwaki
It's all a bit chaotic really. I suppose in a way I'm pleased to hear there's something more under the surface to this whole idea of a hunt, but the information we've been given, and by whom, makes it something of a steaming grey wash.It turns out the hunt has been orchestrated by a few chaps working for an undisclosed boss. The three are a trader named Logan Kohl flying a Type 9, an explorer named Mahina Dillon in an Asp, and a bounty hunter named Otto Granger with a Cobra. So far they've been leveraging vague as your like clues to their groundbreaking discovery via extortion of either illegal or rare commodities. It's worth noting that these requests have been overwhelmingly successful, all without any sort of evidence that they're promise is something of real value. The thirst for potential knowledge about alien life has clearly consumed the human bubble, with little disregard for much else. Watching it from a distance, it's almost sickening.
Countless pilots have flocked to the Apademak region of space, continuing their ground level searches for new information while pirates, hunters, and mass murders follow in their wake leaving dozens of ill-prepared vessels as pockets of debris and lost information. With the Empire and the Federation at each others throats, it leaves little else but underfunded Independent authorities from allowing these bloodthirsty criminals from turning their recent economic booms into a fear-mongering ghost town. It's a battle they'll lose.
My interest in pursuing this scavenger hunt is in tatters. The void itself has never felt so hostile, but more than that; ferrying commodities, untwisting riddles, and waiting idly by for more clues has a certain whiff of lap dog about it. On the off chance that an invasion is really coming, we need to capture these assholes and get the information out of them before it's too damn late.