It's been a while since my last log, then again, nothing much really has happened to be that importantly worth mentioning. Still doing those odd jobs and whatnot, still making sure my ship can fly.
Interesting news I've heard over the HoloNet though. Apparently CEO Avogatri from Blue Moon resigned, and that Mon-Cal fella, Narelli is taking over the position. I wonder what that's going to do for the company. I've had a dealing or two with them in the past. They helped me outfit my ship when I first got her. Should be interesting. I can't remember if I ever met Aellyn though I think I may have met Mr Narelli before. Can't remember now...
On another matter, I've made acquaintances with the new manager of the Pink Pussycat, that rather...burlesque -- oh who am I kidding. It's a stripclub-slash-brothel. Anyhow, the manager's name is Kalo Aldaar. Human, nice man. Pretty down to earth too. Sometimes he's at the club, but most times they say he does his business elsewhere, and that the Pussycat is only one of the businesses he owns around the galaxy...
I think that's about all I can be bothered logging for now. Perhaps this coming week will bring more stories to tell. Who knows...
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
LOG GM/10 - The Pink Pussycat
I was enjoying a drink in the players lounge at The Pink Pussycat when a man dressed in black uniform gear, and an officer's cap walked into the lounge. Now granted, there will always be the few military-types visiting the Pussycat, but still, there seemed to be something a little different about this man. That, and the fact he was alone. Most military-types come in groups having just been on patrol or duty or whatever, but still...
The man was at the bar, and caught my gaze as I was looking at him. He raised his glass in greeting, and so I felt no harm in returning the gesture. I waved somewhat to the empty seats in the booth I was in, and he decided to come over an join me. And that, was when we started talking.
Turns out his name was Max, and that he was part of the Crimson Eagles group. Yes, the same group whom I met their leader not too long ago now. Anyways, whilst we were talking, I managed to call some girls over to dance at our table, which they did so happily. Sometimes it's good when you're friends with the owner of the place.
We were enjoying our little chat, and our drinks, when Max apparently was called away. Shame really, he seemed like a decent man. Of course, his visit to the Pussycat was in search of information. I guess 'security' groups like theirs love to hear the rumours and news that pass through such places. Then again, where else would you go for the hottest news and such. Trust me, you'll hear anything and everything across the cantinas, lounges and various other...establishments...in the universe.
Well, I suppose that's about it for this entry. Always plenty of things happening, I think I might take a walk through the streets again, or maybe head out to another planet. We'll see what happens. I might take a nap for now though...
The man was at the bar, and caught my gaze as I was looking at him. He raised his glass in greeting, and so I felt no harm in returning the gesture. I waved somewhat to the empty seats in the booth I was in, and he decided to come over an join me. And that, was when we started talking.
Turns out his name was Max, and that he was part of the Crimson Eagles group. Yes, the same group whom I met their leader not too long ago now. Anyways, whilst we were talking, I managed to call some girls over to dance at our table, which they did so happily. Sometimes it's good when you're friends with the owner of the place.
We were enjoying our little chat, and our drinks, when Max apparently was called away. Shame really, he seemed like a decent man. Of course, his visit to the Pussycat was in search of information. I guess 'security' groups like theirs love to hear the rumours and news that pass through such places. Then again, where else would you go for the hottest news and such. Trust me, you'll hear anything and everything across the cantinas, lounges and various other...establishments...in the universe.
Well, I suppose that's about it for this entry. Always plenty of things happening, I think I might take a walk through the streets again, or maybe head out to another planet. We'll see what happens. I might take a nap for now though...
Monday, June 1, 2009
LOG GM/09 - Domestic Disputes
As I was, strolling, around Nar Shaddaa, my walk took me to one of the busiest landing bays on the moon. Just as I walked through the pad however, an interesting sight caught my eye.
Two Imperials ; a Recruit and presumably a Corporal by the ranks on their uniforms - who seemed to be in some arguement, about what though I do not know. Anyway, out of pure curiosity, I decided to take a closer look, and managed to sneak my way to a bundle of stacked cargo crates. As I leaned against a crate, the Recruit shouted something at the Corporal, and the Corporal threw a punch at the Recruit. Of course, the rest I don't really have to say in detail.
Suffice it to say, the Corporal ended up stunned on the ground, and the Recruit still standing.
An interesting conversation ensued, and I perhaps may have contributed a few words. The Corporal soon recovered, and left on his ship. Interestingly, a Bounty Hunter named Sakbesh arrived not long after. Though it only turned out to be a coincidence. And here I though the Recruit's life was over.
Soon after that, another Imperial, a Flight Lieutenant came and arrested the Recruit, with a little chatback too. The Officer was forced to stun the recruit and drag him back to the ship.
All in all, it was an interestingly eventful day. I went home chuckling, having just witnessed a little bit of a Domestic Dispute between armed-forces members of our dear Empire. Definitely worth a chuckle...
Two Imperials ; a Recruit and presumably a Corporal by the ranks on their uniforms - who seemed to be in some arguement, about what though I do not know. Anyway, out of pure curiosity, I decided to take a closer look, and managed to sneak my way to a bundle of stacked cargo crates. As I leaned against a crate, the Recruit shouted something at the Corporal, and the Corporal threw a punch at the Recruit. Of course, the rest I don't really have to say in detail.
Suffice it to say, the Corporal ended up stunned on the ground, and the Recruit still standing.
An interesting conversation ensued, and I perhaps may have contributed a few words. The Corporal soon recovered, and left on his ship. Interestingly, a Bounty Hunter named Sakbesh arrived not long after. Though it only turned out to be a coincidence. And here I though the Recruit's life was over.
Soon after that, another Imperial, a Flight Lieutenant came and arrested the Recruit, with a little chatback too. The Officer was forced to stun the recruit and drag him back to the ship.
All in all, it was an interestingly eventful day. I went home chuckling, having just witnessed a little bit of a Domestic Dispute between armed-forces members of our dear Empire. Definitely worth a chuckle...
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