Registration
17 Nov 2015Brenner Soriah
Stardate 1811-3301, six in the buckin morning.*ahem* Commander Brenner Soriah speaking. After spending my weeks and months drifting alone in space, I finally made the decision to begin registrations and properly document my achievements. The most difficult piece of the process will be getting all of the paperwork officiated. I'll keep an organized checklist to remind myself of what's left to finish.
-Financial Statement - Complete
-Organization Rank Statements - Complete
-Fleet Registration - In progress
-Autobiography - Incomplete
In the meantime, a few words about recent occurrences. The war in Cayutorme left my pockets a large bit fuller .While I would have thought it under Hudson's interests to supply the rebellion with reinforcements, I saw no such initiative. Largely, I was left to quietly take the Empire's money, and afterwards, their ships. Budget is tight now, but an opportunity to freely acquire Imperial vessels with no questions asked is one only an idiot would pass up. I paid for the best of the essential equipment and transported each of them back to my home base in Eravate. Obviously, the Federation started sniffing around and sent inspection teams to thoroughly look through the sleek ships. As long as they didn't break anything, I could care less.
Following one more job as the local governments 'Aggressive Ambassador' to a trio of self-proclaimed pirate lords, I took it easy and spent some time in the markets and agricultural habitats. The fresh scent of a pine clears my head of the thrumming steel and smoke of heated electronics. My ship needed a few replacement sensors and a new paint job, but that's just the usual upkeep. I can never seem to undock without getting into some sort of fight. I call that being lucky, considering my preferred line of work. Just as well, because I got a call about another opportunity to take someone's pay and have someone killed. Or rather, a lot of someone's. I didn't waste too much more time before making the trip to Kaushpoos. The station looked like ship without paneling as it was in it's final development stages. I don't know why the pirates in the area were so hellbent on knocking it down. I didn't care either; the pay being offered was substantial, and it was in addition to any bounties that I could find. And being the smart hunter that I am, I dug a little deeper and made sure my kill warrant scanner was up to date with information. These will be good funds for finishing arming the ships I recently added to my little personal armada.
Commander Brenner Soriah signing off.