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This is the story of Timothy Barret a gaian who survived an encounter with the nomads and the Wild and ended up making an application to join the Core.

Starting Out..

Timothy has received the transmission from the Cores Temporary CEO and after reading it once again says to himself.

*That was a strange person, ...not impressed...Order...tech stealing...However... application ACCEPTED. But Klaksvik is so far away, how do they know of it. They must have info on all the known systems in Sirius but that's not very accurate. We made more than air purifiers. Oh well, better get started, there's a long journey ahead.*

He gets up from his seat, pays the bartender and heads out to the hangar.

The Long Journey

The trip from Sheffield to Capetown was long and perilous, it turns out the Bounty Hunters Guild has a lot of enemys all over Sirius: pirates, rogues, hackers, hessians, unioners, corsairs, even a junker stoped Tim and tried to steal his fuel. Some of them even tried to claim his head. Good thing his heavy fighter reaches cruise speed very fast and the countermeasures were really effective.

With a little bit of luck and help from some zoners at a Freeport he managed to eventually arrive at Capetown. Once there he was put through all kinds of tests, some of them were unknown to him, some seemed dangerous, all in all it one thing is for certain. The Core are not amateures, they have some serious tech and manpower.

When they were satisfied with their analysis he received coordinates to Dabadoru Station, fuel, suplies and an upgrade to the ships database and armor . Now, an armor class VIII, the best thing they could fit on it. A tap on the back, goodbye and that's it, out to space again.

The jump to Omicron Delta seemed like the longest one, he eagerly awaited to see what's on the other side. And when he finally exited near the jump hole he had little time to enjoy the view, the scanner started showing red, one..two..three...four, light crafts...fighters...NOMADS, time to leave, engaging cruise drive, destination Dabadoru.

The Secret Base

Safely inside the blue cloud, the Emmeth class station sits silenty between the drifting asteroids, patrolls come and go, weapon platforms ensuring the right people get through.

*Requesting permission to dock...
Roger that, please proceed to dock 4 captain Barret.*

The ships slowly starts the automated docking procedure.

*Strange, that's the second time they call me captain, i wonder why is that. Anyway, we made it here Fishy, we made it, all the way across the galaxy. You don't mind me calling that do you? The Hammerhead used to be a fish you know.*

The ship had no objections, it continued it's aproach, the docking lights blinking regularly. A few meters away from the dock the scanner showed two new red contacts.

*Don't worry Fishy, we're safe.*

Nomads again.

Jack Daniels, the Core's guildmaster, was doing some work on his experimental Manta, when he noticed the Rookie getting off his ship.
He grinned and called him over.

*'sup, new blood?
I see you have already met the natives.
They do have a habit of being excessively restless.*

Without waiting for an answer, he landed his arm on the Barret's back and laughed.

*But, you are still alive, aren't you?
Ha-ha! You'll do just fine, don't you worry!
But, we'll need to test your drinking skills as well.
As soon as you settle in, get to the bar, I'm buying the first round.
Now, off you go captain!
Oh, and I believe you have a scheduled mission for 0530 tomorrow.*
Chop chop nugget!

Countless Missions

05:30 First mission was a patroll in the Palau cloud. Several nomad fighters downed, Tim barely made it, his ship lost a turret and needed a shield replacement.
20:30 Another mission, patroll to the Kappa jump hole. Nomads, corsairs and a lost wingman.
The next day patrolls again

Day after day of countless patrolls and nomad ecounters, time seemed to stop, it took a toll on the body and especially the mind. His wingmen seemed to not care about anything except the mission, there was no emotion left. And this was not unusual, apart from guildmaster Daniels you could rarely see a smile. This worried Tim and he decided he needed a change.

File Classified

Tim requested a transfer to the engineering department but the only thing he got was computer maintenace in Capetown. It was good enough, he did have the know how, his parents were scientists after all. Routine kicked in after months of monitoring transmissions, repairing damaged fighter and station computers. An itch for danger needed scratching.
So he started reading classified files. Hacking them was not easy, and most of them were uninteligeble, with crazy stories that could not possibly be true. This is how Tim found out about the Iota system, and about a huge nomad complex in a strange cloud.

A Ghost From The Past

One day when work was slow he hopped in the Fish and set a course for the a part of Zeta he's never been before. When he was close something different appeared on his scanner, nomad weapon platforms, huge, intimidating hulks that guarded a jump hole to indentified as leading to Omicron Iota. On the other side, another pair of platforms waited, leaving the Fish with almost half it's nanobots and batteries. Tim started the cruise drive and headed for the dark blue cloud that the file talked about. Soon he found a minefield, comparable in size to the one had seen in Newcastle, there was no entrance visible and just when he was about to turn back and leave disappointed, scanners showed another curiosity. It was a trade lane, not like the ones in the houses but still, a tradelane, a nomad one.

*Let's see where this takes me*

And there it was, the Nomad complex, heavy fortified, weapon platforms all around it, it's shield glimmering in silence. Tim remembered to breath and started orbiting at a safe distance away from it. It did look a lot like what he had seen in the distance in Newcastle. Another nomad tradelane lit the scanner and Tim took another chance. And this one was the motherload, a human shipyard, but with nomad architecture all around it, and huge nomad ships in the docks. And something, something...

*The black gunboats..*

The abomination that destroyed his Claymore and killed his friends. Rage peeked it's hugly head and Tim could not contain it so he fired a shot at some storage depots nearby. That's when all hell broke lose, nomads awoke from their slumber and started swarming everywhere. Bigger ones too, one after the other they spread and looked for the one responsible for the transgression. Too slow though, Tim was already cruising at the best posible speed cursing his temper as blue streaks of energy flew behind him.
When he cleared the mine field he thought we was out of the thick of it but the worst was yet to come. The scanner showed a big ship behind him, unidentified class. Tim turned the ship to the right and looked behind to see what's after him.

*A what? Bloody hell? That can't be... it means that the stories were true!*

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Back in Capetown the battered Hammerhead almost crashed inside the dock. Tim was pale, and could barely walk.

*Hey you must have had a hell of a fight man. Are you alright, you look like you had seen a ghost?*

The dock operator said.

*A ghost from the past*

The words escaped his mouth, inaudible to anyone else.

Run For Your Soul

First thing he did was delete all logs of the flight. After that he began to work. It took him weeks to find it, always watching his back, and a gun loaded at his waist, encription layer after encription layer, slowly closer to the truth. And after what he read, the descision was easy.

*I must leave this place NOW! They were right*

On The Run

Tim had few things to call his own on the Core station, some tools, a PDA and the Hammerhead. He took all of them and headed for Delta. But this time his destination was not Dabadoru. It was the Freeport, closest thing that you might call civilization that would not shoot him, or worse. The trip was short and uneventfull, no one was even surprised he was on the Freeport either, to them he was just another bounty hunter. But now, in the relative safety of the bar Tim had a deccision to make, where to go, what to do, it seemed his hunt for nomads was not a wise decision after all, better to have stayed in the houses, but he could not have shot his brothers, the gaians. Oh the gaians, what would they be up to? The latest reports he had seen showed that the war in Bretonia was still raging on. But no, he had to think about his present situation, where could he go, the zoners could not protect him from the Core's wrath. The Order was out of the question, to them he was kill on sight. Only option left in that part of the world were the Corsairs. They had relations with the gaians, maybe that would help him somehow. Well, time to speak to the bartender:

How can i help you? Can i interest you in a drink or is it information you are looking for?

The bartender pointed to a dodgy looking fellow in a corner, that was the contact Tim needed to get in touch with the corsairs.

Hola Amigo

You want how much money?

More then Tim got anyway, he would have to sell the armor on his ship, but that would get him a direct line to someone in charge. Let's hope that whoever listens is willing to cut him some slack.

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