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My Name is Logan White.

I hope this finds someone in the Lane Hackers, I would hate to be shot down after I barely escaped New York with my life. I need someplace to hide, I don't know where else I can turn. I hope you will be sympathetic after you hear why I'm on the run, after all you were in my position once as well.

I worked for Ageira for seven years at Detroit Munitions. My specialty area is the automation of industrial practices. Namely programming the AI for factories, shipyards and the like. About three years ago I began revolutionary work that would make Detroit Munitions the most advanced factory in Sirius. When the project was completed Ageira would be capable of producing an enormous amount of weapons at very little cost, creating millions upon millions in revenue. This task would also cost millions upon millions to complete, but when I showed the planned results to my bosses, they gave me everything I would need, except the freedom to pursue it how I saw fit.

One such boss fancied himself a programmer, and so would show me his code from time to time, it was pitiful work, but he insisted I incorporate it into whatever project I was working on at the time. I was usually able to make it fit without too many problems, but refitting an entire factory with state-of-the-art processes was a little more tricky. I tried to talk him down, convince him to leave it to the experts but he insisted his code be in the final AI. I told him I would incorporate some of his ideas into the time-keeping routines, after all the clocks are just clocks. This would, unfortunately, have disastrous results.

One month ago the revolutionized factory went online, instead of producing weapons however, it produced were a series of explosions that rocked the station, the new machinery and millions of credits were lost in the process. I was of course brought before a questioning panel and when told the news I was baffled. I knew my work couldn't have done that, so I decided to search the code. My gut told me to check my boss's code and when I looked at it he had changed my implementation of it entirely! After checking the access logs it seemed that the night before it went online, he tied some of the subroutines' independent timing schedules to his clock program, which ultimately threw off the mixture of gases involved in laser production, resulting in catastrophic failure.

I showed the results to the panel and they agreed he was clearly at fault and that disciplinary action would be taken. I thought it was behind me, but I was wrong. The next morning I turned on the news to see the chairman of the panel had died in a freak accident, his ship had crashed into planet Manhattan. Over the next few weeks anyone connected with the investigation fell off the face of the world. I decided to do some digging into my bosses files, since HE was still coming to work. Fancying himself the master coder, he encrypted his files himself and they were broken in seconds. What I found was unbelievable, HE was the nephew of the CEO, and when the CEO found out, they decided it was easier to cover it up than admit failure. I tracked credits to many different shady organizations all being paid to sabotage those who knew anything about what really happened, I then found a note, it labeled me as the next one to go down.

That was last night, when I decided to get out of Liberty space. This morning I stole a ship off the landing strip on planet Manhattan, and flew to Detroit Munitions, I couldn't trust that my ship wasn't tampered with. Once there I landed and went as fast as I could to the company mainframe. I was going to get my life's work, my magnum opus, from their systems, and I couldn't do it remotely because in my work I had insisted that all plans be kept off the net, after all other companies would kill for the work I had done. When I entered my credentials into the terminal an alarm started going off, they had added me to the watch list, not a good sign. I had to hack through the security, which wasn't easy, but I helped design the security for my project, and so it was possible. I downloaded a clean copy of my project, and all pertinent data, without my bosses code, I always kept it as a spare, into my neural net, and proceeded to wipe the drives containing any information on my project. If I couldn't implement it, they never would. By then I heard running towards my location and I barely made it into the loading dock where I parked my ship. There was a liberty police officer waiting right outside it, running the numbers.

I managed to sneak behind him, and as I ran at him he drew his pistol and started to point in my direction. I guess I'm not as sneaky as I thought, but in the end he was too slow. I managed to knock the pistol from his grasp and sent it skittering across the pavement. I dove for it and managed to get a hold of it. By then he was on his feet and charging me with his baton. I panicked and pulled the trigger. When I opened my eyes he was a bloody mess at my feet, and I was in shock. I managed to get to the stolen ship and fly out of the factory, but the police were waiting, and I didn't have time to think about what I had done. They hit me with a cruise disruptor just as I was getting to the trade lane, but I limped into its grasp.

Fate may have been with me then, for at that moment the trade lane was disrupted by a group of liberty rogues. They didn't have time to pirate me because at that moment four liberty police officers were having their trade lane disrupted too. In the spirit of "The enemy of my enemy is my friend" I opened a comm channel with the rogue flight leader and tried to explain that I was being hunted by the police and if he helped me I would make it VERY worth his while. The conversation took its course during the battle in which we managed to destroy three of the police officers while one managed to escape. In return for the promise of riches the rogue showed me to Buffalo Base, after all he had just witnessed me help in the murder of three police officers, and I was covered in the blood of another. In return for a dagger and the name of a system in which I could find a Lane Hacker base, I agreed to give them a program that would give them the docking codes to Detroit Munitions and enable them to dock on the small arms shipping area of the factory, where they could steal an ungodly amount of weapons for whatever uses they had for them. With the deal struck I headed for Freeport 4 in my new dagger and my old life behind me. It's strange, but at that moment I felt free.

Even though I had a new ship, getting to Freeport Four was not easy. Just outside the base a bounty hunter patrol picked me up and said that of all people a Liberty Rogue tipped them off that I was coming, the double crossing bastards. I had to fight my way through, I managed somehow, though I was very badly damaged afterwards and leaking oxygen. I guess I managed to dock, I don't really remember, but I woke up in the sick-bay of Freeport 4.

I'm writing this from one of the terminals there. I don't know where Mactan Base is, but I'm coming to find it. I hope you don't shoot me down when I arrive, as it would truly be your loss. I am an able bodied pilot with great technical expertise. In return for taking me in I offer to you all of the information about my project. It can be adapted to almost any manufacturing process imaginable, and will serve you very well. I will also offer my loyalty until the day I die. I thirst for revenge, and through the Lane Hackers, I know I can achieve it.

I'll be showing up on your doorstep in a few days, I hope you're ready. Enclosed is a picture of my ship to show that I am in fighting condition and proof of my dedication to the Lane Hackers.

Look for the sign LH~Logan_White to appear on your scanners.

Images:

Ship: Proof of Dagger

Rep: Proof of Rep

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**Incoming transmission**
**Source - Magellan System**
**Coordinates...failed**
**Decryption file accepted**

**Decoding transmission**

Hail Hackers,

My name is Konrad 'BiZ' Bizmarck, and I originate from Planet Erie. My younger brother and I worked for Ageria for several months. During our work with Ageria my brother came down with an illness that left him stuck in bed. Ageria had promised with its medical coverage that he would be treated, this did not happen. Within a week my brother was dead, and for this I blame Ageria.

I want to do everything in my power to reverse the work that this corporation has done. I want them to feel the pain, and suffering that I feel. Ageria failed my brother, Liberty failed my brother, I have no where else to go, and that is why I am here.

I started by unleashing my anger on the property of that belonging to the authorities. Following that with no where to turn I started decimating Xenos light fighter attack ships. Once my thirst for blood was quenched I headed to Rochester base and lay low for a few days. After talking to some locals I was sent off to Buffalo base within the New York system. I ran with the Liberty Rogues for a week until I had flown with a few hackers who told me the location of Mactan base.

I reached Mactan base and took up on every job offer that was available, until I was able to purchase my lovely Dagger and armaments. I now present to you my qualifications, and hope that you do accept my application into the Lane Hackers.

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I look forward to hearing from you.

**Transmission terminated**

//application withdrawn

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"Greetings, my name is Maxi Corwyn. I apologize for breaking into your secure channel, but I had no other idea how to reach you. I used to be an Ageira employee, like most of you. I was one of the leading scientists responsible for new methods on trade-lane monitoring and deep-space communications development. However, while testing out a new prototype of satellite, I picked up a secret comm. It was being relayed from system to system, and I had been in the exactly right, or wrong, place at the right time. My satellite had a malfunction and prevented the data from transferring any farther. The communication was related to a top-secret thruster project.
"I returned to work, and reported all of this to my immediate superior, as usual. He knew all about the project, and apparently he also knew that he was to be assassinated soon, before he could tell anyone else about it, and had been looking for someone he could trust to make a break with. I was now that person. Again, the wrong place at the wrong time- two men in Ageira uniforms burst down the door of his office with military-grade firearms. My superior was shot dead, instantly. The men began to advance upon me. I picked up a wrench that was lying on my director's desk, and hurled it at one of the men. The other was caught off guard, and I picked up the now-unconscious man's firearm and shot the other man in the chest. I held on to the firearm and ran for the docking bay. I opened the door, hopped in my ship, and got the hell out of there.
"Now, Ageira men are following me. I have nowhere else to turn, and I want revenge on those who wronged me. I have a kid to support, but obviously I can't bring a 7-year-old boy with me to a pirate base. I'm desperate. I've already made friends with the regulars at Mactan base, and outfitted a "Dagger" Border Worlds series light fighter with Lane Hacker equipment. All I need now is your blessing. Maxi, out." There is nothing more than static.
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Greetings,
I see that I am not the only one to have suffered under the corruption of Ageira. I was one of their most trusted transport pilots, dedicated to his job. Then, suddenly, strange occurences happened. People around me started disappearing. Regular people in my escort parties and regular contacts in the bases I shipped to and from disappeared. When I asked, no one had even heard of them. Things only got weirder from there. The cargo I was shipping started changing, instead of the Gate/Lane parts as usual, the cargo became unidentifiable. I was even forced to sign the Liberty Secret Acts papers.

One day, on a routine flight from Pueblo Station to Detroit Munitions, my escorts suddenly deserted me. I was met at the end of the trade lane by three Havoc Mk II Bombers, who then proceeded to destroy the ship. They tractored in my escape pod and took me to a secure location. They dumped me on Planet Erie, where htey tried to 'dispose' of me. Luckily, some strangers saved me, and gave me co-ordinates to a location where they said I would be safe. Little did I know this was my first contact with the Lane Hackers.

So, dumped on a lone planet, with little to no credits, my ship destroyed, and a mystery set of co-ordinates, I hijacked the most inconspicuous ship I could. It turned out to be the worst ship I would ever own. The CTE 750AE Civilian Starflier. I made my way to the New York system, and, with the little credits I had, purchased a new shield and managed to get hold of Ageira's own weapons, making the irony so much better. The rest, as they say, is history, but can be briefly summed up with many, many Xeno ships being destroyed, many Bounty Hunters in an early grave, and many Storage Depot's being pilfered. With enough credits to my name, I visited a Liberty Rogue base in New York to purchase a new ship, going by the name of the 'Dagger'. I then set my co-ordinates to the mystery base in the Magellan system. It turned out to be Mactan base, where I met my old friends who had also gone missing. Everyone there seemed to want one thing. The downfall of Ageira.

And so, I plead with you, please consider my proposal. I am willing to use my skills as a Transport Pilot to join your smuggling ring, or if no more smugglers are required, I can use the fighting skills I aquired from the long battles against those Bounty Hunters. I enclose below links to my ship and its current layout.
Ship loadout
Ship loadout (Cont.)
Reputation Sheet

I leave this transmission here. I hope to hear from the Lane Hackers soon.

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To Whom it may concern-

Greetings. If you are reading this I was able to escape Planet Erie with my life, and was able to complete your tasks and gain access to Mactan base so that i could send this message.

My name is Jacob McKane. Ex-Employee of Ageira... but arent we all? Those bastards tried to have me killed!! I was shocked to say the least when they tried to take me into custody. You see, I was head manager on one of their recent projects. Something to do with a new Scanner array for the police forces. We finally were able to compile the software correctly so that police scanners could extend 25% further than they could before. Though, unsuprisingly (suprising for me at the time though) when we finished our work they tried to imprison and/or kill us. Something about how we knew how the software worked therefore couldnt be trusted with our lives anymore. Greedy scoundrels. But I was able to escape Erie with my life. I proceeded to head to Detroit munitions and used my old ID card to buy some weapons and undocked. I hovered above the station in wait, And sure enough just like your encrypted datafile Xenos started flying by like crazy. I destroyed them one by one. It wasnt until later when a rouge showed up that I realized I had finally reached my goal. I then headed over to Buffalo base and purchased a Dagger. Fine ship i must say. It held out quite well against the fighters that i was pit against after I had traveled to Mactan and started Freelancering missions from them. Finally after 5 or so missions later I was on good enough terms for them to give me an official Lane Hacker Identification Card. I have now started to take missions from the Rouges, Outcasts and other allied parties while I wait for your reply to this message. I hope I can be of service to you and the Hackers. Those Ageira will learn that crossing me was a bad idea.
Enclosed is proof of following your orders. My Current Transponder reads LH~Blackstarr, though If you have a better namesake for me then that is what I will fly under.

Jake McKane out

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Proof of ID Card
Proof of Reputation
Proof of Ship and Weapons Loadout