A women in a black cloak appears on the screen, with a deep smoky voice she starts talking
Good evening ladies and gents‘, whoever is receiving this. Let me introduce myself. My name is Mara Jade and I am contacting you, because I’m interested in joining your ranks. I am impressed by your mission and your will to succeed in this more than hostile environment.
But let me tell you my story, maybe my intentions become clearer then.
Omicron Theta has always been a battleground for the Outcasts and the Corsairs. My people lived in this battleground, afraid from their unbalanced neighbors, powerless to resist them. My home Freeport 9 kept fueling the war by allowing these Outcasts and Corsairs to dock, giving their warriors a safe haven, where they can refuel and buy ammo to kill each other, pirate and enslave innocents, just a few clicks away. I mean, as if they would have a choice to refuse them above mentioned goods. Also Zoners must stay neutral they said, no Zoner will be harmed.
She presses out forced laugher to underline the irony in this kind of politics.
So must they, will they really never be harmed?! My Father lost both legs, by “accident”. Asteroids, as if. He states that every time he gets asked, how such a cruel injury could happen to him. Even me, he never told the truth. But there were the damage of gunfire on his freighter when he returned with all of his crew dead and him being injured dangerous to life.
I myself decided to join the Zoner escort and defense forces by that time. I learned flying a fighter and keeping harm away from Zoner transport ships. But my experiences during this time in space made me sad and angry at the same moment. All scum of Sirius, Outcasts, Corsairs, Hessians and Coalition forces killing each other, pirating and enslaving innocents, just a few clicks away from me and I was forced to stay neutral, to keep calm, to let them proceed, ‘cause this is none of Zoners business.
I can no longer live this life of reservation and pretending being neutral. I want to act. Act against all this unrighteousness. The only way to do this is to stop useless killing.
I heard rumors about your organization, about fighting for a peaceful and better world and so I started to look for you. After endless hours of I found an old pilot who told me a story about a station called “Safe Haven” in the “Cayman System”…It’s the only evidence I have for your existence, tales of an old drunken pilot. He meant to remind that he found the jumphole leading to “Safe Haven” is located in Omega 49. I was there very often, escorting transports from and to planet Gran Canaria but I never heard of it before.
We took great care to preserve Cayman's secrecy until we were ready to reveal it to rest of Sirius. As I said to one Zoner once, absolute neutrality does not exist. You will be forced to pick one side or the other, eventualy someone else will do that choice for you like it was in my case.
You are accepted to Reapers of Sirius, best defenders of Braillia. Preparations will begin tommorow, as well assigning you to one of the squadrons.
-BIO-
NAME "Antonija Rosell"
AGE "24"
PLANET "Unknown"
PARENTS "Unknown"
-MOTIVES-
Loner girl, fighting trough all problems alone, managed to keep on living not so normal but more darker life. On stand by to destroy any ship having weapons made for destruction. So far lost one ship by accident, looking for another one and ready to give her soul for fighting in return.
-SKILLS-
Enemies killed counter broken due to high number. Going to buy new one.
****CLOSING MESSAGE****
***SHUTTING DOWN CHANNEL***
**TRANSMISSION ENDED**
-OORP-
MAIL "filipgothic@hotmail.com"
XFIRE "jedifilip"
SKYPE "filip92.gothic"
Not much information you included. As much it is hard to believe in broken "kill counter" and only single ship lost I am willing to give anyone a chance to join, as long as they fit in - same goes for you. I will contact you regardless and see whether you know what we really represent and what we are up to in this part of space.
My name is Maerto Bertinelli , and I was born on planet Malta. I won't speak about my childhood, I can say it wasn't really good. At last, when I already became 19th years-old I joined patrol squard. Two months and I became best pilot in my team, I had good population within girls. But well... When I was 24 years old, people couldn't call me a human, as I became something other. I killed many people, civilians and even kids. Heads of my victims I attached to my ship's hull. When Maltesians understood that Ima danger for them, they dropped me on unhabitted Island on Malta. I was there without anything, only had my clothes with me, out of civilization. They closed me with me alone with my most blood enemy - myself. I'm not sure how much time I was on the Island. But I understood what hard crimes I did. Thanks God that ramdom Junker had something like a hiding-place, where he had hidden purveyance. He took me with himself, and together we departed to Omega 49. That was nice guy, he's name Dan Raston. When we arrived to Omega 49, where we landed on planet Gran-Canaria, he told me about some special kind of people that based not so far. He told me about you, Reapers. About your goals... And... I know I was something less than human, but I changed. Few years on the Island changed me. I know about all the Omega's medness. I know what 'Sairs are doin', I know what Communists stands for. I know who is who, and who is staying for... I'm interesten in your organization.
Name: Leslie Curero
Age: 22
BIrthplace: Omega-47
Parents: Dead
Skills: A very experienced pilot
I am a young woman flying through space since childhood. I never had a real home. Parents often helped Outcasts against Korzárům. This bloody war is useless. Blaming one another leads to a bloody, long war. Where it came near humanity? Omicron and Omega known. I often stayed here and watched the local area nebulae of asteroid fields. Once I found a hole step into the unknown. My navigation computer, the system did not recognize. But curiosity won over fear, and I started exploring the system. I waited for a clash with the enemy. But when I step near the hole appeared battleship, which showed no interest in me, so I immediately relieved. Along the way I noticed running Reaper's squadrons. They seemed strange. Similar boats, but other me a bit stumped. After a while I hit the first base. Beautiful architecture convinced me of advanced technology Reapers's base base. Inside, however, I did not get, but this civilization awakened in me something new.
One of the members told me Reapers for the fight. And I agree. People should not go to war with each other. What they did not tell nomadic war? People got together and managed to defeat them. But now, when people once again at war with each other because of nonsense! pity words. Nomads and Wilderness quietly grow and eventually will be the second nomadic war. It is necessary to unite and prevent wars in Sirius. I want to join Reapers because I want peace in Omicrons, Omegas and throughout Sirius.
Hello my name is Hawk and I'm looking for a Job, I have been flying in space for about three years now. I am twenty three years old now, I have been killing corsairs for about two years and I feel its time to get a job, and if killing corsairs is in the job description then count me in!
For administrative purpose, all of previous recruits have been dealth with long time ago. As for the most recent applicant...
Do you have full name? How I can contact you back?
Not exactly what we are looking for allthrough you are free to talk with me. We will see if we can put your anger in bit more positive way. Mind you, we are not interested in pointless slaughter - this is our arch-enemies domain. Submit me your Skyp3 name to continue.
Greetings Reapers Of Sirius.My name is Pablo Tavares.I am sending you this transmission, because I would like to join your ranks in order to help you prevent the massacre between the Hispanian people and stabilize the situation in Omicron and Omega systems.
I was born on Planet Malta in 795 A.S.Both my mother and father were part of Zoner Trading Council.They used to trade between Omicron Alpha, Omicron Theta and Gamma.They were well known aboard FP 9.
They managed to survive the Nomad War, thanks to the Zoners aboard Freeport 5 who also survived thanks to radiation from the Neutron Star.Quickly after Nomad War, the humanity has healed its wounds and the trading could start again.
Corsairs were satisfied with the commodities my parents used to supply them with.Same with the Outcasts, satisfied with the Alien Organisms my parents used to give them.Outcasts used those Alien Organisms in order to produce the drug Cardamine 'faster'.
One day, in 819 A.S.My parents were familiar with the situation between Outcasts and Corsairs but weren't worried about that since they were Zoners and Zoners are pretty much neutral with all.They managed to find an Outcast aboard Ibiza Base, who offered them a deal.The deal was to transport Engine Components to an secret Outcast installation near Omicron Gamma Jump Hole.Reward was a huge one.
Corsair scouts and spys heard about this transportation, and were much interested to hijack it because they use Engine Components on Tripoli Shipyard in order to construct fearsome Corsair Dreadnoughts.The shipment was to be done 48 hours after the deal.
Accidentaly, or should I say luckly...my father got ill and couldn't participate in the transportation.He stayed with the medic aboard Freeport 9, and my mother went to the Gamma Hole alone with 5000 Engine Components.15 K before she arrived to the installation, she was intercepted and surrounded by 2 Corsair Titans and 1 Praetorian Bomber.
She was asked to drop the cargo, and she agreed.Despite that she dropped the cargo, her transport was destroyed and her escape pod was brought to Planet Crete.I still don't know what happened to her, and is she alive now.
I would like to join you in order to find my mother, and prevent this stupid war between Hispanians and finally reunite them again.
Your intentions to stop this war may guarantee you a place in our ranks... As for Corsairs, they ain't playing in slavery you know right? For them it is just another redundant mouth to feed with their overpopulation problem. Anyway, you have your chance...