Blog Articles in Category “Freelancer”

............... hello ?

..........what happened?

......... where am I ?

The eyes slowly opening, barely realizing the location nor the actual time or day.

It seems that I am not in my ship, nor am i even in any familiar place.

....... there is someone, I can ask.

..........

Oh .... my ...... god.

I just learned what actually happened to me.

Really?!

I seem to have been engaging in a lot of battles, putting myself at risk for the greater good. Or was it more for the greater reward?

Anyways.

Long story short.

That ugly nurse just told me that I have been in a medical induced coma for more than 2 years.

My personal belongings have been stored in some sort of chest tucked away for the rats to build their nests in.

My ships have been transported all over the place and under my pillow I found a piece of paper with some scribbles on it. I assume that those scribbles are my own notes I wrote down before I was taken down and passed out.

I can remember a few things.

X-something, Hiruga

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Ajay's Story: Armed Trust

Mirtrak Battle Station, Weth.
Stagnation does people no good. But fighter craft suffer it even worse. If "Stranger" had a sentient AI, you could've asked it. But if my ship had a sentient AI, it would have vented me into open space soon after I got addicted to Inner Core fighting, for putting the poor old heavy fighter's hull through hell several times - or for sitting at one base for weeks straight.
Of course, since I did not want my ship failing me, I needed to do maintenance more often than usual. So when Flyagin's message flashed up on my personal console, I was running diagnostics of the ship's engine block. Since it's a zone close to a ship's fusion reactor and a zone that regularly is in contact with high levels of space radiation - among other things - I was wearing an exoprotection space suit. When I was done with checking out the engines, removed the suit and took a decontamination shower (just in case), Canteen was busy trying to melt my console

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test ach

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After a long day he decided to get in his mining ship to make some profit aside. without being bothered and mugged or even disturbed or molested by other individuals, pilots, aliens and whatnot.

minding his own business, he recognized some red flags going off near his dashboard. Alerting him to pay a bit closer attention to the surrounding individuals, who must have pissed someone off really bad, since they had a nice, shiny, blinking sack of credits attached to their heads.

Not even thinking twice about it, he immediately jumping out of the seat of the mining ship and right into the seat of the fighter ship, which is always fueled up, well maintained and ready to go.
Checking the scanners around, he discovered one pilot going from the corridor through Nephele towards X-3043. Checking the own system he decided to fly from New Tokyo towards Hokkaido, Chugoku and aiming for X-3043.
The luck must have been on his side, since the fellow pilot flew right into his wings (sorta) getting

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Ajay's Story: Flight of the Munificent.[1]

Since some time, command has taken a liking to interrupt my reading of Warhammer 40k books. This time was no exception, though it was "Caves of Ice" this time. I was just about to read how the "brave" main protagonist of the book was just about to witness the huge-ass flak-off explosion[2] when Canteen's message appeared.
"Ajay, phone me back. NOW. G.M. Igor "Canteen" Flyagin."
Well,it isn't like I was reading that book for the first time, and messages from Flyagin so far were promising some interesting stuff. I jumped from my bed and got myself into shape, then left my flat - I was on Murmansk by that time - locked it and headed to my ship.

-A wreck seeking? Really, Canteen? - I asked my CO, talking to him via videophone built into my personal console. - To find a Rheinland freighter lost since... two years or so, and find out what happened to it?
-Better than doing nothing, am I right? - Flyagin asked back.
-Right...
-Listen, I was working on

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Ajay's Story: Yet Another Homecoming.

-Yes, everything is alright - I've reported to my commander via the comlink. - The Hypergate is completely usable.
-It delivered you to Inner Core system?
-Yes, straight from the anomaly Hypergate in the Omega 3 uses. Currently I'm in Weth. Mirtrak Battle Station.
-Very well - Flyagin said. - You need to return back. There is something we need from you.
-Namely? - I asked.
-Do you know why you have been suspended?
-Let me guess, being friends with Dom'Kavash? - I replied.
-Partly. But there was another reason. Some time ago, "Gorshkov", a Czar-class carrier, came under attack from Warrior heavy fighters. In Nedjef.
-Yeah, I've heard about it.
-It was a precedent. During that time a freelancer named Edison Trent was aboard the carrier.
I nodded. Edison Trent was the first human to make contact with the Dom'Kavash. Never seen him with my own eyes though.
-So far, I have been tasked to keep an eye on you. By the way, since you are a Coalitioner that has

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WARNING: SPOILERS

Author's Note: The previous chapter had a classified fragment. I planned to write it down when people will start finding the ███████ ██████ system as well as what is beyond. If you do not want to spoil the fun, turn back. if you don't mind spoiling the fun or are that desperate to know what did I find, you may continue, and do not forget that I have warned you.

Ajay's Story 2.0.
Data declassified by Coalition Intelligence Directorate order # ИЕФ131114_009.

While working (thankfully, with his permission) on editing my subordinate's stories, I mostly leave all his writings untouched. The only exception from this are classified data, the only reason I have to do it. Fragment that is following was one of such classified data. The original author did not mind me erasing it from the story release, but asked me to release this fragment once information has been declassified.
For now, such a moment has come.
Coalition Intelligence Directorate General Major
Igor Evgenyevich

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Ajay's Story: 2.0.

I was sitting on my bed and reading "Angel Exterminatus"[1] in my room aboard the CNS K-719. I've been sitting on that battleship for a long time, mainly due to the fact that my CO decided to separate me from the first friend I've had in my whole life. He said that "Stranger" needs recalibrating and repairs. The ship has been in my care for little less than two years.
Only now I realized that I really can't live without my Basilisk. How I really want to hop in the cockpit, launch the engine and fly somewhere. Inner Core, Altair, Nomad space, doesn't matter.
The message came up.
"Greetings, Ajay.
The Hypergate is activated.
Meet me on the landing pad.
Your CO,
General Major Igor E. Flyagin."
I bolted from my bed, quickly got myself into the shape that looked vaguely like Coalition Intelligence Directorate Senior Lieutenant, and left the room, heading towards the landing pad.
At.
Flakking.
Last.

When I arrived to the landing pad, I've seen my CO. And behind him...
-You're done

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Ajay's Story: Not Weakened, Not Alone.

Omega-3 system. GMG Observatory.
I was sitting on the bed in the cargo hold of the "Stranger" and sending directives to one of my assigned store managers when the console then suddenly displayed the new message.
"To: "Ajay"
From: Coalition HQ, Vorkuta
Captain Mercy has reported for duty some minutes ago. He's got a storage ship in Sirius ready for departure to Inner Core. Assist him if possible."
-"If possible"? Of course it's possible - I muttered.
Cpt. Mercy was one of the rare people I could've call my friend. He was a Fighter Corps special operations agent (Or another Intelligence Directorate agent, he never specified) sent to the Inner Core, and in Sirius he was seconded to the Crossfire Police Department. It didn't matter that he double tasked: CFPD kept order in Sirius, which was even useful for us, while outside from Altair his task was mainly to fight aliens - the same task I was usually doing, so no wonder we fought side by side so

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