//This probably isn't the best place for a stroy, but it's becoming one...
Jose El Nino was born on Crete, a bastard son of the Hessian ace Red Baron, corsair mother now known as Red Baroness. Never truly accepted by corsairs for his Hessian father, young El Nino had to really on his piloting skills at a very tender age. Had extensive pirating experience in his youth, flying nearly any class of ship he could muster, from civilian fighters to more corsair ships. Spending close to 20 years outside corsair space, working as a freelancing pirate, till he finally returned to Crete as a hero. Little did he know, that in the time of his absence, his dear mother developed an entire Smuggling empire.
Pirating was hard, and profits hardly covered crew recruitment for his gunboat, but whit his mother's support, he now could afford to upkeep a larger ship. And so hi did, buy a corsair cruiser on good ol Tripoli. Cruiser was used mostly to support allies and long range patrols in omegas and omicrons. More than on one occasion was the ship used to better outcasts in drawn out skirmishes, that earned young Captain El Nino some reputation. It seems he's career as a Corsair wouldn't last. With the last nomad war starting, he, the Hessian bastard, was the first to be ordered to engage nomads. In the years of nomad fighting, he grew acostumed to omicrons, allying himself more and more with order pilots everywhere. Distinguishing himself in the final battles of the war, he was offered a position as an Rear Admiral on an order ship El Nino.
This here is his Journal a little captain's log from daily events...
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My primary char: Jose El Nino - Corsair Elder captain of the SS Greenhawk
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Today we've had quite a lot of action. To much for my liking... Nomads have been engaging Omicron 100 from all sides, it even came down to engagements above Toledo. Can't say this day was any different from any other, but their ships have improved somewhat. Our fighter pilots report great difficulties in penetrating their relentless regrowing hulls. But such is life when you're out in the Omicrons...
Turrets 3 and 7 have been damaged and engineering department is still struggling to get them operational, the old "fill them with nano bots" doesn't quite cut it anymore for these old turrets. Perhaps it would be wise to seek replacement.
Outcasts have also been very persistent. They've sent several Cardamine filled Trains through our space, only to be promptly destroyed by our fighters in Omicron 100. Several shipments were destroyed before they halted their operation and I fear for their retaliation upon my crew. You never know with these Cardamine inhalers, spreading such a dangerous combat enhancing drug to Liberty can't be good. Neither can the economical implications of this unforeseen Outcast expansion. First they took over Omicron 90, now they are probably planing to take over Omicron Major and setting their sights over to 100. Our position remains resolute however and they'd better quench their thirst elsewhere.
We received great aid from Corsairs today. A squadron of new praetorian bombers, bounty hunters had better watch out, next time they venture in to Minor with their destroyers. On similar good fortune Junkers supplied us with military vehicles and fresh liberty turrets, not to mention food and medical supplies. If it weren't for such good suppliers our Noble mission here in Omicrons would grind to a halt. Even worse perhaps, I cannot imagine our Order pilots having to resort to piracy, when we would run out of supplies to combat Nomads. But such sorry days are long to come and with good money we pay these generous smugglers, better avoided.
Fresh news also came from the Engineering Department. It appears we've boosted the engine performance for yet another 0.5%, we currently stand second only to the team over at Isis.
...Log out...
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We've recived most disturbing news from Sigma-13. It appears the Wilde managed to get ahold of a Rheinland Battleship. GMG scrambled it's forces to counter it, but the engagement had not gonne well. We ploted a course to Sigma 13 and launched our Jump drive. We were there in moments, but not a moment to soon.
In the blue clouds of sigma terrible battle was underway, wings of fighters buzzing and clashing against eachother. Wilde vs GMG. In the back two clossal battleships were dishing out heavy fire. Perticulary the Wilde battleship was fully equiped, with some kind of nomad versions of rheinland turrets, dealing devestating damage at a reduced range it seemed. When we arived the GMG ship was cripled, escape pod were being launched. The GMG Excalibur held fast thou, firing all avaliable turrets and plowing throu with repair teams sealing off whole sections of damaged ship. Had we arrived moments later the ship would have been lost. Almost imediatly we had to open fire, even before the main guns began charging, we were in a middle of a fighter skirmish. The main target was the Wilde Rheinland battleship thou.
With secondary turrets fending of the fighters, main guns were directed to the Wilde ship. Our main Heavy mortar plowed a hit right in to the bow secion of the ship. Gushes of gas exploaded around and a gaping hole was well seen in the bow. This drew the attention of the ship to us, without a doubt saving many a crewman aboard the GMG Excalibur. We took some heavy fire to the ship's main shield reflectors. But they held fast, and Wildes were soon on the run.
Just at that time our fighters were ready for Launch. The engagement was unexpected so we bearly had seconds before the jump, to prepare them. And this was it. All fighters and bombers launched from the bay, two by two. The fleeing warship was sun overrun with fighter fire. And down the middle we traced a gaping barrage of primary guns.
Rallied by our arrival, GMG Excalibur managed to get it's shields back up. It was just in the nick of time, as another capital ship joined the engagement. Noone would have guessed that Bountyhunters were so desperate for our blood to join in on the Wilde side. But so they did. One of their destroyers engaged the GMG ship preciving it as easy pray. They almost were, had it not been for the ship's fine commander, who preserved it's shields long enough for us to come and lend them a hand.
The destroyer didn't survive many hits from our primary guns. Soon it was reduced to space rubble, the kind very often found in Sigma 13. The Wilde battleship got away thou. Our fighters and bombers were unable to destroy it. It got it's jump drive fully charged and jumped.
So it seems, the wilde ship is out there, still alive and kicking. It will take some time for it to repair, but I have no doubt we'll see them again.
Our new orders are to patrol in sigmas and gather intel on Wilde attacks. They are most ofthen found in Sigma 13, by the New Berlin jump hole. They make regular patrols there, and we have a chance to catch them.
The pilot's are poor men, enchanted by nomad simbiots, usually they die within minutes of being captured. Suicide perhaps, but I reckon they are keeping a very dark secret.
This patrol will likley take a long time..
Jose.. out.
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My primary char: Jose El Nino - Corsair Elder captain of the SS Greenhawk
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Another day busting my behind chasing around rogues and marking up parking tickets... Being an LPi Officer sure sucks. Being an LPi Detective sucked even more untill I got my demotion, for what chasing Outcasts?
Some police force this turned out to be, the moment you step on the bigman's shoe you get a demotion and transferal to traffic department. Not the ideal way of getting something good done in a bad place. Seems to me I've made a wrong choice joining LPi. In the navy I was stuck on Missouri, doing combat simulations. Bombing runs on capital ships that didn't exist, preparing for a war with Bretonia and other strange scenarios that were highly unlikley. Drilling, drilling, drilling, till it finaly drilled my skull out of the navy.
Of to LPi I thought, they are a private coorporation, they should pay well, outstanding equipment, liberator was the hotest fighter of the day. Much to my shock I was issued a patriot. A sorry piece of fighter excuse. I did not finish my flight training top of my class, to fly a damn patriot, taxing ordinary citizens for speeding over 90 in free space. Collecting fines on industrial scale so to say.
In right about this time in my life, I run in to this guy... Sharp dressed with hispanic accent. He claimed to be Armando. He was armed alright, waltzing in to Manhattan bar hipmounting a 65 Rheinland Marine Specialsgewehr Blaster. You don't bring a blaster like this to a bar unless you intend to do buissines. Probably he thought he had it concealed, but nothing could evade my bionic eyes.
He ordered Rum, from the bartender, poor fellow dazling throu the lower drawers to find his emergency Rum de Hermano bottle. By this point I've been upset, I've untaped the safety on my standard issue LPi spanklaser, thinking: "Nobody comes in to my bar, after a long shift, upseting my bartander..."
The Armando fellow then spoted me and was very pleased to find me: "Hola Judy!" He then proceeded to setup a lenghty conversation regarding liberty finest secrets. Zone 21, Alaska, Nomads,...
After the morning began to dawn over Manhattan, I've decided to join Order. Armando Needed a pilot to fly his freighter and I was all to happy to fly for Order. No more minimum wage, low tech, and donuts. Damn how I hated donuts!
There it was in the hidden part of the planet: My new Raider! I was seated behind the controls. Buttons and displays abound, everything at the reach of my hand, auto adjustable. "Yeah!" I answered when Armando asked for the ship to be fired up.
Whoever built this ship, sure knew how to make it fast. Four engines spaning almost half the ship, this was no freighter, this was a rocket ship waiting for blast off. Tap on the throtle and off we went, with 10% engine capacity we launched in to orbit. Then just a tap over 90% and we were doing 350 throu space. The engines were unhuman. He mentioned something about advanced alien technology, but I thought he was trying to hit on me...
There at preset coordinates he ordered me to dock... dock what I thought there was nothing there!... Reluctant I engaged the docking procedure and the ship docked, All of a suden I was in a hull of a larger ship... "Girl what have you gotten yourself into.."
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Skype: jure.grbec
My primary char: Jose El Nino - Corsair Elder captain of the SS Greenhawk
Currently Inactive due to pursuit of life long dreams, will be back...*edited* As promised am back.