Journal Entry 02.10.09

• Jonothaniel obtains a letter of marque from the New Pegasus Directive.
• He travels to Lantea in his Perseus-class interstellar fighter, and obtains equipment and provisions.
• On his way to Athosia, he encounters a merchant working for the Free State Alliance, and attacks in the name of the NPD.
• After taking the goods being carried by the merchant, he heads for the nearby wormhole interface to make his way to Teranis.
• The wormhole jump leaves him nauseous, and he is intercepted by an enforcement officer of the FSA about the merchant he attacked.
• Jonothaniel flees back into the wormhole interface to rest at the pirate haven at Geldar.
• At Geldar, he finds a derelict attack frigate and commandeers its onboard computer.
• With the reprogrammed attack frigate, he returns to the Teranis system to find the enforcement officer still by the wormhole.
• The attack frigate detonates its warheads, destroying the FSA officer and his ship.
• Jonothaniel hauls the fragmented ship to Teranis, and fences the scrap metal and stolen merchant's goods.
• He hears a news report about the FSA and the growing tensions between them and the NPD.
• He tunes his ship's receiver to news broadcast and flies to Lord Protector.
• At Lord Protector, Jonothaniel reprograms the attack frigate once again.
• The attack frigate flies into the Lord Protector space port and detonates all of its warheads.
• The FSA declares war on the NPD.
• Jonothaniel attacks FSA ships on-sight, taking their valuables and selling the rest for scrap.

With the reprogrammed attack frigate, he returns to the Teranis system to find the enforcement officer still by the wormhole.

"I'll get that bastard," he muttered to himself, "let's see how he likes a couple tactical nukes up his ass." Jonothaniel drifted towards the wormhole interface with the newly reprogrammed attack frigate in lockstep. Tee minus 10 to wormhole jump, toned his fighter's computer. Preparing for hyper-spatial warp jump. Three. Two. One. Ignition.

Jonothaniel attacks FSA ships on-sight, taking their valuables and selling the rest for scrap.

"Another pile of scrap, John? That makes thirty this month alone!" I hate it when he calls me John. "I suppose those Free State Alliance guys deserve it, though, declaring open war like that on the New Pegasus Directive. Not that this scrap metal is the charred remains of a starship, nor that the markings on them are in FSA colors." A knowing wink. But what does he care about war? His only involvement is when I sell him the scrap, or my spoils to any one of a dozen pawn shops like this one. I smile and nod as he talks on about duty. Duty, from a man living in Rogue space.

The wormhole jump leaves him nauseous, and he is intercepted by an enforcement officer of the FSA about the merchant he attacked

Take 1

Oh Deus, I'm glad I haven't eaten yet. They tell you your first jump can be bad, but they never tell you what they mean. Jonothaniel looked up from his aching stomach to take in his surroundings. Inky black space. A young, white-hot sun. The electric blue tetrahedron of a wormhole interface, which Jonothaniel would not soon forgive the pain he was currently in. Flashing blue and red lights... Wait, what? "Jonothaniel Blue. Ident number Seven-Twelve-Zero-Gamma-Bee. Pegasus-class interstellar fighter, 'Freewynd'. You are under arrest for the assault and murder of Geoffery Malacruzio Reshinan. By the authority of the Free State Alliance, you will power down your weapons, shut off your engines, and prepare to be boarded. Violent action will result in termination. You have five seconds to comply."

Take 2

"Ow ow ow ow ow. They give you permission to act in their name, they give you supplies to get started, they give you tips on where to go... but do they tell you what it's like to fly through a wormhole? No. It's just the minor details of piracy you get for free, even if you could figure it out on your own. Not the important stuff. Never the important stuff." Jonothaniel looked around him as he winced at the nauseating pain of his first wormhole jump. Planet, planet, planet, space station, star, wormhole interface, enforcement officer, "Crap."

Take 3

Space. The final frontier. Finally conquered by man, there is no place in the universe that poses an insurmountable challenge. Even here, in the Teranis system of the Pegasus galaxy, hope is strong, and the will of man survives. Do good deed goes unrewarded, or wrong unpunished. That enforcement officer for the Free State Alliance, for example, is waiting by the wormhole interface for the arrival of a wanted criminal, Jonothaniel Blue.

Take 4

That floor looks mighty inviting about now. Damn, if only I had thought to get and airsick bag or something. I hate wormhole travel; messes with me every time. Hey, it would be a shame to get those nice leather boots messy. Hey, man, those are real leather. Real cows, from Earth itself. Yeah, man, cost a pretty penny, too. Now wait... I know I dyed these boots blue, but my floor was gunmetal gray last time I checked. When did I install a fancy color changing floor? Blue... red... blue... red... blue... red... Hold on, that's a light. Blue and red ligh? Blue and red... flashing blue and red... oh don't tell me- "Jonothaniel Blue, you are under arrest!" Damn, I told you not to tell me. I can't fight in this condition. Time to run!