To: Daniel Archer

[Vendetta]

Hm,

This old Colonial network has been dead for nearly three years. Jayse had told me, only himself and Matilda had survived. However, your name popped up on the Freeport one of our transports was passing, and it put a look on Jayse's face. Like he had seen a ghost.

Of course, in the last few years, we have found the other three survivors, thinking that was it. David Avant, Harland Voss and Daniel Blake are still alive. You however, had no real ties to the Colonial Military. You were a mercenary before you were recruited. I'm sure you accepted that, your fleet was basically wiped out on Baxter's suicide revenge mission.

I digress.

My name is Joshua Hunt. As far as you're concerned, I'm dead. We've never met before, but Jayse talked about you a lot. If this really is Lieutenant Daniel Archer of the Colonial Twenty-Seventh, then I would like to offer you a position within our ranks. If you accept, you will be briefed once you arrive, equipment and operational funds made accessible and retraining given. If you decline, this message does not exist, and I trust you can keep your mouth shut.

Your choice, don't disappoint me.

~H

|Signal Lost|

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[rhodesia]

Greetings Joshua Hunt,

As you understand I wouldn't normally trust a man I hadn't yet met, but given the use of this channel and the information about past friends I shall make an exception.

I imagine you would be curious as to my escape from that fateful battle. Well here it is.....

The attack began, much like every time before, just larger....and there was more purpose, I was no longer a mere Mercenary, I was fighting for a new found family, and we were fighting for survival.

Soon after combat began I took a hit, my port stabiliser exploded sending fragments everywhere. My ship went spinning off away from battle, we had taken heavy fire, the sky was covered in the colours of weapons fire, explosions and melting hull. My ship was too damaged to re-engage, I made my way out into Newcastle and from there into Trafalgar Base where I scrapped my Nyx for all it was worth, got rid of my uniform and called in some old Merc associates. I got myself set up and got my old gunboat out of retirement. Since then I have been working contracts in the Omega's.

Enough about me, I'll keep my response to your offer short and sweet,

Where do we meet?

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[Vendetta]

Mister Archer,

The Cincinnati's current whereabouts have been forwarded to your private neural net account. The rest of our fleet is en route from Theta. You'll be meeting up with Maxwell, and Maverick O'Howell.

Welcome to the Initiative.

|Signal Lost|

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