Blog Articles in Category “Crossfire”

Okay, so, here we are stranded on Manhattan, with no ship and no way to get back home...

Oh. Speaking of that, there's one thing worth mentioning: Edison Trent keeps a personal journal. Let's check it.

So... that dude we last saw wheeled out on a hover gurney is named Lonnigan, and he owes Trent a fat load of cash. But he's not quite in the condition to pay up, so Trent's stranded here until he gets better.

With that said... let's check the local bar.

So, this is the local bar. Trent walks in and makes way to the bar stand.

Trent: Sidewinder Fang.

Bartrender: All we have is Liberty Ale, friend.

Trent: Fine.

Bartrender goes to pur Trent's drink, Trent looks around and notices a lady sitting at one of the tables.

Bartrender: Her name's Junko Zane. She's a tough one.

Trent: Oh, why's that?

Bartrender: She's LSF. All business. If it's the job you want, that is. On the other hand, if you're looking for something more...

Trent: Oh, the only thing I'm looking for right now is this drink. *drinks*

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Hello everyone. This is Ajay, and I decided to make a playthrough of Freelancer Crossfire.

First of all, I'm going to get this out of the way:

-I was going to make this story only screenshot-followed at first. Then I decided to finally man up, create an YT channel and use it to host videos of cinematics and combat scenes. This comes with following problems you'll have to deal with:

--I'm using unregistered Bandicam. This means, videos will be short and will have that watermark. At least bandicam's watermark is not as annoying as other programs'.

--Using videos might break my concentration on taking screenshots. In some cases I will use screenshots taken from the video after recording, which will mess up quality. Deal with it.

-I will play with full knowledge of the Freelancer Crossfire world, but I will pretend I know jack about the game's plot for the purposes of humour.

-I will get the most cheesy configuration of ship/equipment I can think of.

-My combat skills suck and I am not

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Since joining with the Blood Dragons, my call sign was altered to the |DP|Undefeatable. It must’ve been nearly half a year until they were able to trust me. I ended up working under Col. Myugu, a renowned Blood Dragon officer who was strict and precise. Apparently apprenticed under the legendary Lieutenant Ozu in his younger days, he used the knowledge given to him and became the hard ass colonel he is to this day. According to Myugu, the dragons had never had much use for using ships such as destroyers or battleships as they were mainly a faction that relied in raiding for resources or intel, but maybe it’d be time to start using them. The Kusari Naval Forces are cracking down on Blood Dragon activity majorly within the areas of Hokkaido and Honshu, and it’s time they respond with violence. The ends justify the means.

My first official mission with the Blood Dragons was to permanently damage Yukawa shipyard. The construction and repair rings on the shipyard are the primary targets. I

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After finding this bucket of bolts for sale at Astugi for a small Fee, I became the Captain of the Undefeatable, a formidable Kusari destroyer that was nearly atomised during the battle of Death Valley before it was salvaged and repaired at Astugi. After joining a Mercenary Clan and having a big foothold in Kusari space, I thought it was only right to commandeer a Sleek Kusari capital ship. I began working under the Kusari Naval Forces and wore the official IFF tag of |DP|KNF_Undefeatable. My main mission, was to aid in discovering the secret Blood Dragon base hidden somewhere on the edges of the Kusari Colony. A few Naval officers believed it to be somewhere in the Tau systems since the Blood Dragons worked loosely with the Outcasts. Some believed it to be hidden somewhere in the depths of Chugoku. Low sensor efficiency, organised strikes at the Battleship Matsumoto in Hokkaido, and most systems seemed to be linked to Chugoku where plenty of Blood Dragons are known to lurk would make

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After having to lie low since the first initial thieving, it was time to do more. I couldn’t handle being noticed so quickly, but now, with my small fleet being so quickly assembled and very well equipped, i began to jot down another date for my second thieving. The numbers 03/01/3021 (DD/MM/YYYY) were quickly scribbled into my personal notebook and quickly stuffed into my shirt pocket. In the meantime... my special voice had practically ordered me to raise more chaos.

Flying into New York, I worked out of Buffalo flying under the Banner of the Outcasts. Partaking in several Rouge and Outcast raids on West Point, and even a fully coordinated attack on the Battleship Missouri and Norfolk. No faction having any shred of Lawful allegiance to the house of Liberty were safe from the Whiskey Thief. However, the Freelancers were. For I had no problems with the many freelancers i have encountered within New York, I have in fact offered some credits and weapons to a small few in exchange for

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After several covert strikes against the ASF, I was prepared. Entering my Antares Freighter, I left Far Water and made haste to Neutro Station. Ever since the first whiskey incident on Planet Blood, they decided to export their whiskey to Neutro Station in exchange for other important commodities vital for keeping the legendary BloodGuard Squadrons somewhat ‘intact’.

I managed to stealthily sneak into the basement area of the Neutro Bar and carried crates and crates of Whiskey onto my Antares Freighter sitting on the deck of the launch bays. I managed to steal nearly 260 tons of the stuff completely undetected. I was thinking “hell... maybe this is easier then I expected?”

My voice that had laid dormant ever since I landed at Far Water told me to stop being so Naive and to hurry up and carry this theft out. The sooner we do this, the sooner our lust for power can grow. I quickly grabbed my last crate before an officer saw me out of nowhere. He knew I was nowhere near the commodity

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Another problem that I have faced was that... nobody really knew who I was

I mean, I had only just started my fleet up. There was no big news bulletin about who I was because nobody knew what I was really doing, nobody’s seen the Whiskey Thief in action really.

As so, I have enlisted some of my services to the Confederated Strike Force. The |DP|WhiskeyMurderer’s objective to get noticed, is to assist the CSF in as much battles against their Lawful counterpart, the Alliance Star Fleet. Co-ordinating attacks across key points in the Crossfire system against the lawful military factions amongst the Sirius Sector was a big part of my plan that I had put into action.

However, a problem had amassed. And that problem was that I was worried that I was worried that I was going to attain attention too quickly. Too many police clans, too many freelancers, and even too many of my own clan would know that something big was going to happen, and that it was going to start with me. It’s true, I do

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I appeared face to face with the Clan Leader Denne. I of course had already prepared and was already itching to grab my sidearm in case things went South. However, he expressed no interest in whatever I was doing. I watched as he was rushing past me

“There’s been reports of multiple police casualties in the House systems as well as bombings on at least seven different planets. The news haven’t told me as much as I’d like to know... but I’m deadset sure it’s one of those pirates again...”

I watched as he stopped and turned towards me

“Do you want to join?”

It was then that my heart started really racing. I didn’t even realise my hand was still gripping the handle of my sidearm until he sort of eyed me down.
“PLAY IT SAFE” I heard my voice answer and I sort of managed to stumble my speech out

“I Umm... I have more urgent business to attend do... I’m gonna have to use the Mercy Darks production lines for a small while to prepare... you go ahead and enjoy the hunt... for that pirate...”

I

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I had a plan, finally. To build a small fleet, and utilise it to its fullest potential. I travelled to every corner in search of something. On my journey,. I purchased a Chimera from the vaguely familiar ship dealer of Capua Station. Outfitting it with the best equipment money could buy, this would be the ship that Freelancers and Clans everywhere would fear. After parking it in an undisclosed location. The voice told me I need to think more... bigger. And I know what it meant by that. I added a Liberty Dreadnaught to my small fleet. The firepower and size alone would strike terror into the hearts of anybody. But then the voice attempted to clarify

He told me I was a dumb fool as there wouldn’t be enough space for me to transport vast quantities of stolen liquor across the Galaxy. He told me the best idea would be to purchase a Soulforge train. Sure, it has next to no defenses and is capable of being torn apart by even the weakest of ships. Which is why I needed help. I needed a

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This is where I’ll jot down my only memories and plans that’ll remain a secret only with me

First off. I remember absolutely nothing of my history since I woke up. I woke up on the deck of the seemingly abandoned base of the Mercy Dark all alone. Taking a stroll around, I managed to regain a bit of my more... happier memories. Memories of my old family. Memories of my current family. But... they all seemed to be filtered out. As if I was wiped out but not fully.

i decided to walk even more around the base but to no avail. I couldn’t remember any more then I currently could, and it frustrated me. It angered me. I lashed out, punched a wall, but I eventually settled down by drowning myself in Liquor. Tons and tons of it. I was consumed with drinking for weeks before I had a niggling voice in the back of my head to break the cycle. This voice wasn’t really my inner monologue. I know exactly what my inner monologue is and this isn’t it. Maybe it’s my better judgement? Coming to me

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