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...{rank}.{alias}.recognized...transmission.encrypted...
...uploading.data...

To Whom It May Concern:

Please consider this my official request to join your organization. I have fled Liberty after being targeted for attempting to reveal a cover-up on the part of Ageira Technologies. I have followed the instructions for joining you and attached is visual confirmation of my alignment and equipment:
https://docs.google.com/open?id=0B9IfExu...nlUeU9TVEU
https://docs.google.com/open?id=0B9IfExu...1NNam1FNFk


Here is enclosed an account of my life since it was turned upside down by Ageira's corruption:


I Was a computer/lab technician working for a theoretical physicist at Ageira Technologies. His specialty was wormhole theory and we worked in R&D on various aspects of jump gate technology. He had a fascination for the naturally occurring wormholes found throughout Sirius. Agiera publicly proclaims them to be navigational hazards and insisted that they are too dangerous and unstable to be used safely. However, he wasn’t able to determine any scientific reason for this, and had somewhat of a passion for collecting data on these phenomena in an attempt to conclusively prove once and for all the truth about them. His superiors forbade him from such vain and foolish pursuits while on duty, so he studied it much on His own. Both of us spent many evenings and weekends in his private lab poring over sensor data and crunching numbers. It became a bit of an obsession for both of us, and after extensive data collection and rigorous mathematical tests, we finally had results that were truly ground breaking. The in-inescapable conclusion we came to, was that natural jump-holes aren't the navigational menace they were thought to be. Rather, by careful measurements of the radiation emanating from a wormhole, one could determine how stable it is, and, once determined safe, the only thing remaining would be to send a probe through and find out where it goes. We were ecstatic about this development, enthusiastic about the implications - just think of all the new systems that could be explored, all the new routes that could be opened! I encouraged him to show his report to his superiors - to show them that his idea wasn’t so worthless after all.

Unfortunately that was the last time I ever saw him. He died in some kind of docking ring malfunction a few days later. At first, I didn’t imagine this had anything to do with his discovery, and grieved for the loss of my friend. Apparently a certain amount of naivety is inherent in spending one’s life in a laboratory...

Naturally, I was interested in the legacy of my brilliant friend. I knew he would want me to carry on his work, so I decided to see what became of his report. I went to his lab where we had spent all those years working together, and was shocked to discover the entire lab had been destroyed by an accidental fire the very day he died! Years worth of data - all gone! Only then did the truth dawn on me. Only then did I realize how foolish and naive we had been. It had never occurred to our naive, scientifically focused minds that Agiera would suppress such information if it threatened the profits from their jump gate technology.

Troubled and confused, I wondered what to do next. I couldn't let them get away with such a heinous crime! It took me a few minutes to realize that that was the least of my worries - it wouldn't take them long to realize I had worked with him all those years. Surely they would be coming after me next. I did what I could to cover any sign I had been looking through the lab, went home, emptied my savings account, packed a few belongings, and left everything - especially my name - behind.

I have kept a journal since leaving home of what has occurred since then, hoping that someone would find it in the event I was killed. My entries are enclosed below:

I’ve spent the last few days at a seedy motel, paying cash and using a fake name. I’ve been biding time and trying to stay invisible while I figure out what to do next. During that time I happened upon my obituary in the local news - it said I committed suicide following the death of my long-time friend the physicist. I better stay invisible now. It is not hard to get away with killing someone who is already dead.

Today I found a hacked computer terminal that I can use to anonymously access the net. Hopefully my days operating the computers for the professor will pay off, and I can sneak around the net without being noticed. Knowledge is power, and I need to find some knowledge I can use to survive.

The last few days have been a harrowing and fruitless exercise in futility. I’ve broken into Ageira’s encrypted network twice now in an attempt to find some proof of their crimes. Each time I get close to the data I need, the link goes dead, and I find myself making a hasty exit before the cops come busting down the door. I’m going to need another strategy before Erie runs out of seedy motels to hide in.

It has occurred to me that I might find some potential allies among Liberty’s criminal element. I had heard of a group called the Lane Hackers who insist upon the horrible corruption of Liberty’s major corporations. I never paid much attention to them - always figuring that they were just making excuses to justify their crimes. Maybe there is something to their claims.

I’ve now managed to gain access to an encrypted message channel used by the Lane Hackers. They left instructions to follow in order to join their organization. I left a message for one of their leaders announcing my intentions to join them, spent the small remainder of my credits on a tiny piece of flying detritus and left planet Erie for the last time. I sure hope I know what I’m doing, and I sure hope this thing optimistically called a “space ship” that I’m in holds together.

I feel like my entire worldview has changed over the past week. After dodging cops and bounty hunters, and weaving my way through hopeless labyrinths of space junk, I have finally found Rochester base. Talking to the inhabitants there has completely changed my outlook of Liberty. Everyone here has been completely exploited. Those without the appropriate connections have the choice between eking out a living on the slag heaps or mines, or going criminal and having a chance of making a better life for themselves - if they can stay out of prison. I’ve lived such a sheltered life I never even knew what was going on right under my nose.

Its been a while since my last journal entry. I’ve spent the last week or so finding my way around the criminal elements here in Liberty - I visited Cochrane Depot, Buffalo base, and traveled through a number of worm holes. I have to say it’s incredibly exciting to finally be using these things. If only the professor could have seen this for himself. Anyway, I’ve mostly been running around the New York system fighting off cops and bounty hunters; and selling loot hoping to earn enough credits to buy a better ship before this one falls apart on me. I learned a hard lesson the other day during a tangle with a few patriots: always keep an eye on your scanner, even when you’re in the middle of a fight. I was so absorbed in knocking off the last patriot when a blaster bolt bigger than my ship came sailing past my peripheral vision! Apparently the cops radioed for help and a nearby cruiser came in for the assist. I managed to lose them in the nearby debris field, but not before losing several important pieces of my ship. I limped back to Rochester, leaking air like a sieve. I had to spend some days in the medical unit of Rochester, and the medical bills and repair bills set me back a ways saving up for a new ship.

Well, I’ve finally done it. After collecting bounties on a number of police and bounty hunter pilots, I’ve saved up enough money to buy a Dagger. This ship is night and day from that beat up old Starflier. I’m now running missions out of Mactan base - mostly knocking off bounty hunter bases. I guess they are really trying to ramp up operations in this area.

I’ve been here at Mactan for a couple of weeks now. Things are going very well. I’ve gained the complete confidence of the Lane Hackers and I am adjusting well to new life fighting the evil corporations of Liberty. Hopefully some day our efforts will lead to the downfall of the current system and make way for a truely just society.

//End of File
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...Recruit.Mark Williams.recognized...transmission.encrypted...
...uploading.data...

I am Mark Williams, once a manager at Ageira, but now... now I am going to be their downfall. I have witnessed their brutality and unfairness with which they treat their employees and under no circumstance was I safe from it. As a manager I was extorted by other managers, I was threatened by superiors and I knew that this was not the way I wanted to live. They always accused each other of different actions, most of them just made up with the hope of gaining money from trails and such. I was managing a secret weapon modification project and I was always told that if I told anyone anything they will just kill us all. They always brought up the LPI and Navy to interrogate us even if we did absolutely nothing. Standard Procedure they called it.
I was fed up with it all and I couldn't withstand one moment longer. I used most of my money for bribes to secretly get to Erie where I wanted to start a new life. Having heard rumors of the Lane Hackers I started to search for them. I bought a starflier and started to attack supply depots, Ageira henchmen and even Police hoping to get the attention of the Hackers. I have made different dealing with Rochester base, including cardamine smuggling. It was there where i first heard of Mactan base. As soon as I had enough credits I headed there immediately and bought a Dagger afterwards I started doing missions. Now I await the final decision ...

Visual footage:
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...Recruit.Frank.Hammer.recognized...transmission.encrypted...
...uploading.data...
This is Frank Hammer. In the past, I wouldn't really be good with the optical computers, but let's say some time I spent on a prison liner gave me enough time to read up on those.

I used to be an independent contractor, working as an IT assistant, with specialty at mining equipment. One day, I was seen with some Lane Hackers, helping them with some stranded vacationers, and the LN openned fire on me without warning. I refuse to believe that wasn't without premeditation. Those Lane Hackers saved me, and I owe them more than one. That is why I decided to become a part of this elusive organisation. That, and to figure out why the LN wanted me dead before I was any part of this.

My old Surveyor was irreparably damaged during the attack on my person, with me barely making it to a spacedock after the attack was over.
Thus, I stole a Starflier from Erie, plagued the supply shipments and depots between Newark and Munitions, barely scraping enough cash to get a Dagger. The rest I'm sure mr. Krest can fill you upon.

Proof I am equipped and in good standing:
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------[Hacking in progress]------
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[Decrypting transmission source: Error] -Unknow-
[Decrypting user ID: Successful] -LH~Michael.Morigan-
[Decrypting transmission destination: Successful] -Lane Hackers-

"Greetings to whomever may take the time to go over this troublesome piece of paperwork.

First off, I believe the first question that may come to mind for someone tasked with new members is "Why join us?". As I believe such is the case here, I will proceed with the details.

Since this is probably common for many of the Lane Hackers, I am no different. After finishing my studies and earning a degree in programming and engineering with the help of my not-so-fortunate parents, I joined Ageira at the age of twenty six in order to satisfy my curiosity and work with the great minds I was given example of during my years of university, all but a beautiful dream come true at that time, only to find out it turned into a nightmare in the time it would take one to blink.

I worked across various sectors of Liberty space during my years with Ageira, specialising in electronic engineering, and in extreme cases, warfare, the complexity of my tasks increasing as I advanced every now and then. Five years have passed in this manner as if they were a mere second. As I was lucky enough to come in contact with a few more like-minded individuals, I acquired the corporation's resources necessary for me to start developing something of my own. I will not go into details because, needless to say, I was brutaly interrupted long before coming up with something that would benefit anyone. As I lost my five years of career in a heart-beat and watched close friends turn into scornful mongrels, I realised then that I was not in league with the creame of society for approximately five years, but merely the contrary. Such is the reason of my change of heart, and none of my former "associates" can deny me this.

After I got into the possesion of a ship during my early 'retirement' from work, I left for the New York system, where I scavanged, shot, robbed and salvaged for a living. I came across a man that directed me to where I should actually turn my attention. I arrived on Cochrane Depot and was able to purchase a Dagger Light Fighter with the help of a shaddy individual who then pointed me to yet another direction. As Mactan was my final destination, I was met by a Hacker recruitment officer who was kind and curious enought to give me the benefit of the doubt. From my perspective, I did not dissappoint, nor do I intend to from now on, if and when I will receive a positive reply to this message.

I come now to you, officer, professor, or whatever manner you wish to entitle yourself/yourselves, and request that I be allowed into your organisation, so that I may prove myself useful to someone I hope will not meet me with the same scorn, while making my old employers kneel and wheep for the mistake they so boldly turned their backs on."

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//And ofcourse, the requested visual proof.
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User: {Command - connect};
Console => Connecting to Mactan mainframe
Console => ...
Console => Connected to server
User: {Command - logOn};
Console => Please enter your credentials
User: {Input - admin:**************};
Console => Welcome, admin
User: {Command - logToFile};
Console => Please specify a location
User: {Input - root\application.txt};
Console => Please specify the log's body
User: {Input - "

Gentlemen and ladies,

My name is, perhaps, Ron Johnson. Perhaps not officially, but this is the only name you have to know me by, for now. Self esteemed exploiter, cracker, encrypter, decrypter, encoder, decoder, programmer... To make it short and simple, unalligned hacker with a lust for digital knowledge, infamy, riches and the misery of the supposed to be "goodie two shoes" companies of Interspace Neuralnet, Interspace Commerce and Ageira. Supposed to be for a reason.

As is common knowledge, it's obvious these groups function nothing like what they claim to be; just and honest. In fact, as you will find yourself to agree, these capitalist swine are nothing more but slavemasters given masks by the republic of Liberty in order to seem just and honest, so they can covertly lash their oppressive and manipulative whips onto their employees, and users of their services, software, technology and the like.

This, of course, is disgusting behavior, which aches me to come with the request of enlisting me into your syndicate of elites. Why would I be worth giving a chance? Clearly, I wouldn't bother contacting you through means which you are accustomed to if my intentions weren't genuine. As for what I could possibly want from you; the knowledge you could pass on to me would be paycheck enough for me. After all, even basking in a miniature percentage of omniscience is an ultimate dream and achievement.


As requested, I have successfully followed the more or less public instructions given. Leaving behind everything I owned, it was just a matter of waiting for a naive enough prey to secure my needed credits for a Dagger. In New York, it was the vessel Bowex)Churchill which caught my attention. Refer to the file communicationLog1.log located in the same directory as this file for more details.

With the captain of the vessel a few credits lighter, and my competence proven, I headed out to Ontario, only to find myself being shot by Liberty Rogues and my docking access to be denied on Cochrane. That's something I should have thought through before I traveled all the way there.

I returned to New York, headed to Rochester to purchase a few high yield MX-17 explosives (also known as the beloved nuclear mines), and headed out to Newark station. With the mines on sharp, I snuck up on a cluster of cargo containers, quickly jettisoned the explosives, and set them off with an S-2 Slingshot missile fired right before I charged my cruise engines back up, enabling a clean getaway (as far as clean goes). The resulting explosion was immense and shook up my Starflier pretty badly. Visual evidence I tried to make turned out distorted and unidentifyable, hence I won't bother you with that part.


What little loot I could scavenge from the popped open containers was enough to bribe my way past the Rogues and into Cochrane. Returning some weapons belonging to an ex-Hacker seemed to have given me a slight liking as well (refer to the file Torbay.img located in the same directory).

With the ship deal of my Dagger completed, I finally set out to get my new identity in order in Magellan. Not much worth mentioning on my way there, except the remains of an Outcast, Balboa, which I shamefully plundered for its remaining cardamine. I even got a few guns off it, although seeing as they had little use, I simply sold them as I arrived at Mactan (refer to the file Balboa.img located in the same directory).


At Mactan, it was but a matter of wasting sets of Bounty Hunter platforms around the Barrier cloud in order to secure a mild liking amongst Mactan's denizens. The money I made off those simple tasks was enough to pay off two residents in order to have them slap a fancy "Lane Hacker" tag onto my Dagger, along with the proper identification papers. The rest is, as they say, history!

Refer to the files shipStatus1.scan and shipStatus2.scan to finalise this message.


I hope to be working with you soon. With regards, Ron Johnson.


"};
Console => File "application.txt" modified
User: {Command - Upload};
Console => Specify file
User: {Input - communicationLog1.log};
Console => File successfully uploaded to "root\communicationLog1.log"
User: {Input - Torbay.img};
Console => File successfully uploaded to "root\Torbay.img"
User: {Input - Balboa.img};
Console => File successfully uploaded to "root\Balboa.img"
User: {Input - shipStatus1.scan};
Console => File successfully uploaded to "root\shipStatus1.scan"
User: {Input - shipStatus2.scan};
Console => File successfully uploaded to "root\shipStatus2.scan"
User: {Command - Disconnect};
Console => Disconnected from server
Conecting...
Incoming encrypted transmition...
decrypting...

Greetings, my name shall be Thomas A. Anderson, as known as Neo.

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I've worked for Ageira for a while as a programmer and hacker, as any good hacker would do, I did not just hack Ageira's enemies, but also her allies and Ageira herself, I've discovered some dark secrets, wich should not be mentioned here, and I decided to sabotage the plans, unfortunately, they suspected of something and I had to flee, the Lane Hackers seem the right faction to ask for help and protection agains Ageira and the liberty forces.

well, as soon as I discovered that I've been compromised I fly to NY system and assault the depos near newark station and baltimore shipyard, sold the loot at rochester base, with the money, I was able to get my dagger at cochrane.
After killing some bounty hunters that Ageira put after me, I went to manchester and destroyed the BH depos there, after this has been done, I could land on Mactan base and start working for the Lane Hackers.

Signed,
Neo.

Transmission end.
Conection lost...
Initializing hacking procedure.
Video feed disabled.
Estimated functional period: unknown
Connection established.



A grave voice sneaks through the microphone.

Now that was hella quick. Guess you people prepare this to be easy for beginners as I am.

A couple of coughs briefly interrupt the speech.

Allow me to introduce myself: I'm Edgar Sykes. Who you are doesn't matter, what you are, however...

A dagger with it's ID.
The correct affiliation.
The layout.

Yeah, I made it throught all of those tests, to give it a name. And it wasn't easy, I swear. Life is tough, that's a given.

Mine wasn't particularly, luckily. If I had to define it, the word I'd pick is "mainstream", due to my lack of trauma. Until I finally reached eighteen, I didn't really awake and got to understand how stuff works, which is pretty much shame on me, because at that point I finally became independant. I grew up on a house with morals, sense of duty and loyalty towards our current government, being it something usual in Los Angeles, my home planet.

As stupid as I was, a handful of thugs kidded me: I lost every bit of cash I had and what I also didn't have, which means I fell into a heavy debt, and all because I was cheated.

So far, so good, nothing unusal, the typical idiot beginning to understand that life ain't a bed of roses. Moreover, I was smart enough to demand said criminals, hoping for police's aid in the matter.

Know what? They were biased, bribed by the same thieves I suffered from. That was deadline.

By now, four years have passed, and said time frame isn't really interesting, I believe.

Just recently I heard from your organization and decided to give it a shoot, because why not. I undocked succesfully from Erie with a wrecked starflier whose owner wasn't paying attention to. Before this point, I had never flown a ship myself, nevertheless I wasn't stupid enough not to inform myself 'bout the "how to". Barely, I reached New York, the Badlands, where I purchased commodities thanks to the numerous wrecks among the cloud. Taking some damage from the rocks, I made it to Rochester, being chased by a LPI agent who I couldn't bribe as my previous antagonists did. However, I lost him before docking and selling the goods.

From that point I mechanically shot down the DSE depots at Bush, whose loot came in handy. Once I got my pockets filled up and the cops real mad, I headed to the especified base in Ontario where I could, indeed, buy a dagger. Then, Mactan was paid a visit. Because of my lack of combat experience, I asked for a pilot who apparently belonged to your organization for help in order to get myself some reputation among the "association".

So far, I haven't attempted a piracy act; I'd rather earn some experience in combat before doing so. That's why I keep going on missions given by your board. My income sources have been both looting depots and wrecks, and fulfilling the orders given, adding indeed the trade of the taken pilots.

Before I forget! I succesfully made a handful my prisioners. Despite being mere rookies, I believe you might be interested into them and their knowledge in regard to different matters.



[size=15]Security recovered, channel unstable, hack terminated.


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[attachment=624][attachment=623]Name:osama gulryz
Character name:LH~Black.Tiger
visual evidence of my Lane Hacker affilcation and Dagger loadout
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My Past and reason to join Lane Hackers
I born on Planet Los angles and my parents work in ageria on good ranks
they send me to flying school and i live in hostle on my flying school when i get my degree from the planet flying i came back to my home with my parents next day my parents go to their work on a Agraie ship and then they never come back when i report to corrupt Agraie they said that my parents never work for them when i come back to my house i saw police checking my house they said that they will take me to pirson when i heard that i escape from there and come to lunch pad and flew of the planet they were AFTER ME i escape in magglen and when i heard about Laane Hackers that Lane Hackers are the enemies the corrupt company agarei and liberty government then i wish to join Lane Hackers and take my revenge from liberty

And without killing hositile poit and destroying depots i earn 100000 sc when a rouge destroyer destroy a liberty curiser and i pick the sc credit cards because destroyer was destroyed after and i pick my allied rouge poilts and get them to rochester for medical support
My Skype name is osama.gulryz1
I will fly to live or die for Lane Hackers
Long Live Lane Hackers
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...Trainee Stark.recognized...transmission.encrypted...
...uploading.data...

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This is Stark. Recently I have witnessed what so many have already found to be true. The betrayal of Ageira Technologies of its most loyal employees and associates is surpassed only by their denial of these activities. My father worked for 47 years, putting his sweat and blood into the company. He worked on sites until his fingers became too weak and dull to do the work and then did clerical work for the remaining years of his career. And how was he repaid? By his work records being "misplaced" in such a fashion that he was denied having ever worked for Ageira in the first place.

I, his son, had to take matters into my own hands. I was able to get my hands on some Iridium charges and.... alleviate Ageria's burden in the Los Angeles system at a cooperative outpost where the DSE collaborated for the same purposes surely. Casualties were high, but that did little to quench my thirst for revenge.

Even now, I know those departed have a better fate than the one waiting for any corporate lapdogs I am able to get my hands on, or lay my blasters into, for just last week, my father perished. He left nothing behind but his legacy. But his disappointment. And disappointment is a look harsher than rage. But rage have I, aplenty. And they shall bear witness.

Included is proof of my determination and allegiance.
Affiliation
Allegiance
Equipment
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. . . Hack Initiated
Welcome Administratior.
. . . Injecting code
Opening Transmission.flv


Hello, My name is Samuel, I used to work for Agiera but things have been happening, all my friends have been fired, my supervisor is a different person, it seems like almost everyone I know is starting to disappear.
I'm doing all this labor and work just to possibly get jailed or fired for no reason because Agiera is just scapegoating to make it seem like things look like they are actually happening, but it's lies, they are doing closed door deals with other people to replace the jobs we had. I need help, i need...Revenge
what if they went for my family or me. I Resigned from Agiera and plot to exact revenge and you guys seem like the perfect people for me to go to. My eyes have been opened.
here is my reputation and equipment as requested:

http://imgur.com/6gPUcS2
http://imgur.com/VYaiHuV

Hack Payload Over.
Signing out.
Shutting Down. . .
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