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Joining Application

Case: 14039b95a994f9469d85ef4e57b7806d/167
Alias: Elizabeth "Liz" Krest
Transponder: R~LH~Liz.Krest
Background: Lane Hackers

Message

It seems I found myself the greatest opportunity that's been offered to me so far in life, it's a pleasure to have made it here. I go by Elizabeth Krest, most people refer to me as Liz. My parents were Outcasts that moved to Liberty before I was born and settled down at Leiden Base. Both of them made a living by extorting corporate convoys or by escorting our own convoys in and out of Liberty, always seemed like a fun job to me and I very early realized it was the 'career' I would like to follow as well, albeit not in the way life had planned for me.

My parents both passed away during a typical mission outside the borders of Liberty. It was a tough situation to be in at first but I quickly realized I cannot let myself succumb to any weakness or fear. I asked to be trained in combat, both close quarters and in space, a request that was easily accepted granted my background and the respected status my parents held. The credits my parents left behind for me proved to be of great importance as they provided the funding I needed for my own ship and equipment along with necessary upgrades I made down the line, during my training. After roughly 4 years and at the age of 24 I took off for the first time to go on my very first mission. From that day and for the last 6 years I've been roaming in and out of Liberty fulfilling bounties, assassination contracts and ensuring the safety of our convoys while making the lives of corporate dogs just a tiny bit harder.

The Inner Circle has always been appealing to me and I viewed joining it as my final goal in my career. I am here to accept the challenges you have to offer and fulfill that goal.

I will now go over the process of my recruitment and the progress I've made so far in a manner that I am hoping will not bore you to death. Relevant files and recordings will be attached within this transmission.

It would quickly occur to me that the shuttle docked on pad A6 not only was under-equipped and barely even holding itself together, but also had all it's on-board components completely wiped out, including the navigational ones. Made me wonder what I'd be doing next if I had no flying experience, but granted that this was not the case I jumped inside the cramped cockpit and took off. The combination of the jumpgate leading to Ontario being blocked and my inability to find the jumphole leading to the system would result in both a waste-of-time detour to California and a charted Sierra Ice Field, at least partially so. I ended up making it to Ontario through Colorado as I vaguely recalled the whereabouts of the desired jumphole in that system. Dare I add here that there certainly was -one- benefit to flying this ship; the thing was so "clean" that everyone was not shooting at me all the time. I almost took the decision to wait around Pueblo for unsuspecting corporate fools, but there wasn't much I could do even if I -did- intercept someone, considering the Starbeams the thing came equipped with can't even take a tradelane down in one salvo.

Never have I been so happy before for reaching Cochrane Depot alive. The rest from here on out should be self explanatory. Fly around, take some fools down, sell their stuff to Cochrane for credits, get to Leiden Base, acquire a Grizzly, rinse and repeat until comfortable with your credits. I have to say the entire process took me a while, but it was certainly much easier done while on a Grizzly. Thinking back, I should've flew to Leiden quite earlier than I did and not edged myself as much on that shuttle I was provided with, but it still made for a fun challenge.

I headed to Alaska, sector C-3 as instructed to find that so called wreck. I looked around the entire grid - including above and below the grid's plane - and neither me nor my ship's scanners could see anything. About twenty minutes in I decided I'm gonna do one last run around and call it quits, and that's when the Cosades sprung into my monitors. Heading towards it revealed both the Omega and Hackert Station wrecks just hovering at my scanner's maximum range, quite some luck there. Unfortunately it seems I spent all my luck points in -finding- the wrecks, as I wasn't able to extract anything of value from them. At this point I should add that with all the bounties I had taken on the Xenos and the Navy I had a pleasing standing with our allies.

Finding the wrecks in the Grande Negra seemed to have been a lot easier on me, but I once again must've ran out of luck, as none of them had any valuable loot to be claimed. I -did- however stumble across a very good reminder of Ageira's incompetence on my way to my assumed location of the California jumphole - which turned out to have been a very good estimate after all. Finding Bradley, much like the aforementioned wrecks, proved to be an easy task yet again. This time, however, luck decided to show it's smile to me and grant me the valuable loot I came here for. Way to go, Bradley.

After a quick trip to the nearby Mactan Base I then headed towards Colorado to see if I can interdict any cargo runners to and from Pueblo Station but it doesn't seem like there were any around whatsoever, so after a while I decided I'd book it towards my last location with the fifty units of Ageira White Boxes I acquired from Magellan. I remember Amarillo base being the location our boys evacuated to when Airdrie became unsuitable for living, but I had no memory of the exact place the base was located at. Took me a while to find it within the Grande Negra, but the sensor nodes placed around it ended up being life-saving, -literally-. I found the base thanks to them just in time to not get blown up by the local radiation as I had to rid myself of a pest that had stuck onto me on my way to Amarillo and my ship's integrity was really not looking too good after the engagement. I sold the goods and I am currently having a well earned drink at the bar.

So here I am, Amarillo base. Hopefully I've earned your trust enough to be welcomed into the Inner Circle.

PERMANENT AFFILIATION POLICY CONSENT: I hereby agree that my character will be permanently affiliated with The Lane Hackers. In case of leaving the official faction I am allowed to continue playing my character only under independent Lane Hacker affiliation in accordance to generally accepted Lane Hacker lore.

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Case: 9979e038ef1223a54f0289bc166631c0/170
Alias: Olivier Cesari
Transponder: R~LH~Olivier.Cesari
Background: Ageira Technologies

Message

I was given the secret code, a key to unlock the transponder. Insert it, and just like that, the security protocol would come online. The light... it seems to be fully operational. Time is ticking and the clock is against me, the rogues aren't too thrilled about my presence here. Fingers crossed, someone out there is listening.

I am an enigma, a mystery even to myself. My true identity remains classified, locked away for the sake of my own security. I now go by the alias of Olivier Cesari. I've finally made it out of that godforsaken corporation, Ageira. They never treated me well, those devious scoundrels. From the moment I first walked through the recruitment office door, I could feel the weight of their greed crushing down on me. They treated their employees like disposable assets, using us up and tossing us aside without a second thought. The way they hoarded profits and exploited the workforce made my blood boil. They were so corrupt, it was as if their very bones were made of rot and decay. But I'm done with them now, and I'll never look back. I've got the scars to prove my time at Ageira.

I started off as a guard dog, protecting their assets and interests. But as I worked my way up the ranks, I was given a lab coat and promoted to the position of a scientist. Still, I was nothing more than a pawn in their grand scheme of greed. I was given glimpses of the truth, but never the whole picture. I was a blindfolded guard dog, following orders without question. But when the time came to escape Pueblo, I had to bite the hand that fed me. I had to shoot down my former colleagues and make a run for it. It was a harrowing experience, but one that made me stronger. Now I stand here, free from the shackles of that corrupt organization, and I'm not looking back.

With a daring move, I snatched an escape shuttle from the clutches of Pueblo, carefully crafting it for my own means. I had given it a complete overhaul, ensuring it would last long enough for me to find a contact of trust. The knowledge I had obtained gave me the upper hand in my daring escape, as I slipped through the fingers of security like smoke through a keyhole. They were none the wiser, until they noticed my absence from daily duties. I set my course towards Silverton Asteroid Field, using it as a cloak of invisibility for my getaway. The instructions I had received were clear, I had to fight my way through. But I am no novice, I've been in the game long enough to know how to handle myself. The asteroid field was just another challenge to conquer, and I was ready to face it head-on. I am not a soft one, I am a survivor.

The cold vacuum of space was my only companion as I fled from the relentless pursuit of the bounty hunters. Their ships closed in on me as I shot each and every one of them down with precision. I didn't know what price they were after, but I knew it wouldn't be cheap. I had to run recklessly. Navigating through the asteroid fields, dodging blaster fire and evading capture was my only focus. But just as I thought I had outrun them, I was met with a new obstacle. Xenos blocked my passage. I knew that if I wanted to clear my name and rebuild my reputation, I had to take them out. So, with a cold determination, I fought them off in waves, disabling them one by one, until I was finally free.

As I navigated through the treacherous asteroid field, I couldn't shake the feeling of being hunted. But I was determined to outsmart them and emerge victorious. My trigger finger was itchy, and I didn't hesitate to unleash a barrage of laser fire upon them. One by one, they fell to my superior skills and quick thinking. But the Xenos were a different matter altogether. Their fighters swarmed around me, attempting to tear my escape shuttle apart. I gritted my teeth and pushed my ship to its limits, dodging and weaving through the deadly hail of fire. It was a test of my reflexes and determination, but I appeared just lucky enough to survive, with my ship battered but still functional. And with a newfound sense of purpose, I studied the patterns of the Xenos, and found my way to the New York wormhole, immediately finding my way to the Badlands upon entering the new system. My adrenaline was pumping, but my mind was as cold as I prepared for what lay ahead. I knew that my ship was barely holding on, but I couldn't let that stop me

My journey through the Badlands was a complicated one. I had to make some tough choices in order to survive. I knew that I had to repair my reputation with the underworld, so I took on dangerous missions to take down DSE's storage depots. It was a risky move, but it paid off. As I navigated the Badlands, I encountered many rogue pilots and outcasts, but they surprisingly left me alone. I eventually managed to obtain location of their "secret" base where I could lay low and make some money by taking on missions against lawful forces and bounty hunters. But my journey was far from over, as I had to make a daring landing on their base, not knowing if they would shoot me down on sight. I held my breath as I approached the base, but to my relief, they let me land safely. I had finally made it to the base, but at what cost? My ship was badly damaged, and my reputation in tatters. But I was alive, and that's all that mattered. It was a risky game, but I played it well and managed to earn their trust. The journey was filled with narrow escapes and near-death experiences, but I made it through alive, barely.

I followed the instructions and acquired a pirate freighter, though it drained my finances. I ventured deeper into the unknown, with the Dallas Experiment on my mind. I had heard of the disastrous event, but had never witnessed it firsthand. Navigating the deadly radioactive fields of the dark matter storms was a nerve-wracking experience, not knowing if my new ship would hold up. But as I finally laid eyes on the wreckage, I was left in awe by the sheer ambition and greed of Ageira's actions. The destruction they caused in Texas was beyond measure.

With a cold, bitter taste in my mouth, I set out to fulfill my mission. The injustice I had witnessed was a mere inconvenience to be dealt with. I obtained some Cardamine from Buffalo, with its effects providing a glint of hope in the darkness of my escape. My reputation had improved and I had made a few contacts, so I set my sights on Montezuma with limited supplies, determined to bring this nightmare to an end. As I sat in my ship, surrounded by the chaos of the Rogues, I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment. Perhaps it was better to return to Buffalo, where I was more accepted. But, I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to establish trust here. I can only hope that this message finds its way to someone, anywhere, because here in this wasteland, I am truly hopeless.

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Joining Application

Case: 8af155596712cf5bdbd489bac1b882ef/172
Alias: Viper
Transponder: R~LH~Viper
Background: Lane Hackers

Message

Hello, this is Viper, I got a message from you and I followed all the instructions you gave to me to join Lane Hackers Network, I am uploading all data files and camera records from my ship..

Once I got the joining instructions message I moved from New York to Texas to find Amarillo Base. I docked there and bought Lane Hacker ID for my ship then I went to Mactan Base in Magellan, I was low in cash so I accepted some missions there until I was able to buy Rhino ship for myself, then I went to obtained 100 Agerira white Boxes from Bradley and Supply Ship Ft. Worth and then went back to Amarillo Base in Texas to confirm that I have completed all the missions you gave to me so I will be waiting in Amarillo Base for any new orders, I also made a new account called #VIP-172.

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Joining Application

Case: a39dd6d59f0d8e7bdff83402beb81b3a/173
Alias: Koskov
Transponder: R~LH~Koskov
Background: Unknown

Message

Koskov here. Finally managed to break in to your server, but at least a secured comms channel is now online.

So where to begin... wish I could introduce myself, but there is nothing of relevance that I can remember. In fact I cannot remember my own name. All of my contacts refer to me as Koskov so I just go with it. I woke up one morning in Manhattan at an aproximate age of 20-something and started wandering the streets of the megalopolis. As you can suspected I was arrested a few times and had to make a living alongside thugs and street gangs. Soon they realized I am very good with software manipulation and they employed me on various jobs for breaking in secured systems and extracting data or money. Unfortunately I can cover my tracks so much and I needed to escape fast before the LSF catch up to me. The only contact that I can trust referred me to your organization, gave me instructions to follow and then disappeared mysteriously. Figuring out that I could be next I immediately stole a Starflier and took up on his word, which lead me to Alcatraz depot in California. I did a few missions for the Rogue crew there and in return they gave me information on the whereabouts of a Hacker base in Magellan. It took me sometime to locate it, but having done that I continued following the instructions I was given in hopes that I can prove my worth to you.

I did a few missions in order to solidify my spot on the station. As soon as I earned enough reputation and credits I purchased myself a bulkier Rhino freighter and went on an assignment to retrieve Ageira white boxes. Then, as my instructions will follow, I charted a course for the Texas system and after a few days and almost out of fuel I managed to discover an unidentified Hacker base, but on all accounts it appears to be the fabled Amarillo. There I dropped off 50 units of Ageira boxes as instructed and as a reward received this channel to hack. So here we are, to this extent I did all I could to prove my skills and I hope I will never go back to pitiful life a Libertonian citizen.

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Case: 46421d1980895051cc0eb11de9c575b0/177
Alias: Carnifex
Transponder: R~LH~Carnifex
Background: Ageira Technologies

Message

Greetings,

Carnifex Here. It is hard to express my gratitude in words; if you didn’t leak to me the information that they are aware of my wrongdoings, I would probably get caught by the security team of the station. After escaping the station in the shuttle, you prepared for me. After that, I headed to the Silverton Asteroid Field, where I could get them off track.

I decided it was not wise to use the jump gate now as a fugitive, so I headed my way to the well-known jump hole, which leads to the New York System, which can be found in the same asteroid field. The only thing I saw during this time was a few rogue pilots, but they didn’t mind me; they probably had more important things to do. On the other side of the hole, it was a little different. I was immediately attacked by a Xenos Pilot. I have no idea why the pilot was so aggressive towards me, but in the end, it was an unwise decision for it to attack me because I won the fight.

After this, I headed to the vicinity of the Baltimore Shipyard, where I destroyed all of their storage depots and also stole a full cargo of H-Fuel. I am aware that it was not part of my mission, but I was sure it'd be easier to win the appreciation of the rogues if I knocked on their doors with a gift in my ship.

I entered the Badlands to reach this safe haven, as many unlawful calls it, but thanks fully, I didn’t let my awareness down because soon I was in a two-on-one fight against a poor bounty hunters. I call the pilost only poor because they are not only lost against me, but I also handed them over to the Rogues. I don’t doubt the rogues will make them suffer.

After talking with the ship dealer on Buffalo, I was informed by them that they are not selling their well-known freighter on this base, and I have to go to the Pennsylvania System and visit their other base there. I safely traveled through the hazardous area of the Badlands and reached Pennsylvania via a jump gate.

After being in the system, it didn’t take long to reach Niverton, where I did a few missions for the rogues to gather the necessary credits for the freighter. After I successfully purchased the vessel, I decided to go back to New York to reach Texas via the jump hole, which can be found there.

I always wanted to see the Grande Negra from closer. To see what mistake the company made there. But as their scientist, I didn’t have a good reason to go there if they did not order me to do so. Now it’s a different situation; you gave me the order to go there and see it, and I happily accepted this.

When I arrived at the North Dallas Field, I was attacked by a trio of bounty hunters. I am not sure if they were after me or just randomly tried to catch something unlawful, but this time with the new ship, they stood no chance at all. They were very quickly destroyed.

First, I reached the “Dallas Incident Epicentre,” where the jump gate can still be found. The area is highly radioactive, so I didn’t waste much time here but rather went to the Dallas Research Station itself. It is a little spooky to see this place; the ships and the station are still intact, but naturally, no life signature can be found. I am curious if they ever tried to recover the corpses of their workers or don’t care about them at all—probably the latter.

I found a few storage depots close to the base, but sadly, all of them were empty. It is no surprise that someone, since the incident, has ventured here to loot them. I doubt it was the company, but rather some brave freelancer. I am sad that I couldn’t bring to you anything interesting from this field, but luck was not on my side this time.

After this, I decided to move to the California system and then head to the Rogue Base to start the last part of my recruitment mission. I purchased fifty stacks of cardamine cartridges at Alcatraz Depot, which will be later delivered to Montezuma Base in Cortez.

The flight through the California system after this was mostly peaceful, except for encountering another two bounty hunters not long after leaving the Whitney Ice Field. They are not really worth the time, which was wasted on them, but I beamed up their escape pod so later I can sell them to the rogues at Montezuma.

I successfully reached Montezuma without more hiccups and delivered the requested cargo. Now I wait here until you give me further instructions.

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Liz Krest

Olivier Cesari

#VIP-172

Mitko

#CAR-177