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>To whom it may concern,
The signal is quite weak here in the ice, so I must be brief. My name is L_Chapman, and I wish to join your cause. Proof of my qualifications shall follow this message. Not an hour ago, I was working in an Agiera office on Manhattan, but those days are long behind me. Agiera has crossed me for the last time! Those corporate dogs dismissed me! Dismissed! And from the project I started! ...Or was... loosely affiliated with, at the very least. This is an outrage, regardless.

While testing a new type of holographic pilot training simulation, I was approached by my supervisor, who proceeded to tell me to "calm down," and that "that particular sort of enthusiasm isn't appreciated." Who are they to tell me whether or not I can get a rush out of blasting some hostiles into dust? What's a few obscenities a-
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>*static* -gathered my things, stole all of the information I could on the project and ran. Those Agiera dogs will never see these ballpoints again! What're they going to do? Track them down? Has Agiera ever failed to recover a missing office ballpoint? AHA!

I made my way towards the badlands, keeping off of the trade lanes lest they track my ship.
The rogues at Buffalo were reluctant to sell me a fighter, but when the comms lit up with wanted reports regarding my disappearance, I threatened to remain in their hair until the Navy finally tracked me down. They finally gave me a dagger, pointed me in the direction of Magellan, and sent me on my way.

The journey through California was a difficult one, and I was accosted by several Hunters who had somehow caught my scent. Their fighters were easily outmatched by my dagger; what a hot rod! You just don't see this sort of construction in the houses anymore. I know not how they're tracking this new ship, but I'm en-route to Freeport 4 as we speak. Still following me... Maybe it's... The pens! They must be tracking the pens! Jettisoning cargo!>

Reputation verification
Equipment verification
Weaponry Verification

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System.Comm.Hack.Initiate(Message.Encryption.AgeiraSCE, Message.Encryption.KeySize(1048576));
System.Comm.Hack.Header.Add();
System.Comm.Hack.SendMessage("

Greetings Lane Hacker Director,

They are hot on my trail, and I do not have much time. My new alias is LH~DoubledDeath. It took a long while to get out of the rat-hole the Ageira directors put me into. I was formerly on the Havoc MKII team, before I began hearing reports of employee firings. I quickly hacked into the Ageira Comm Network and found the orders being passed down to the managers. I looked through the list of names and found mine among those of my closest friends. Those corrupt <%Message.Filtering.Censor();%> wanted me gone! They thought I knew too much, those skanky little nut-heads.

I promptly yanked my computer off the desk and ran to my ship. I left Detroit, contacting my co-workers who were dismissed the day before. They told me to contact you. So here I am. I went to the storage depots next to Manhattan and fired them up, and kissed my beloved Manhattan goodbye. Running to the Badlands, I landed on Buffalo and after many hours of ferocious negotiations, was finally able to purchase a Dagger. I flew off to Magellan, and am now on Freeport 4.

Oh shoot, they are here...
Here, quickly, take these files which I hope will prove my devotion to your agency. I must get out of this place. I will see you on Mactan soon...

Reputation Verification
Weapons Part 1
Weapons Part 2
Scanners
Map of My Journey

LH~DoubledDeath

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System.Comm.Hack.Sign();
System.Comm.Hack.Terminate();
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Greetings to the clan.
It took some time to escape the Ageira without being spotted.

So I managed to give some late to the Ageira researches putting some fakes in the project I was assigned to. Then, I took one of their stunpulse which one I equipped on my starflyer and cruised to Rochester as fast as I could do. I don't think I was followed here.

After that run, I bought a Barrager and a Javelin missile launcher from Rochester for I could defend myself. Here I started to search a way to get appreciated by the rogues. Those last one were firing on me each time they saw my signature. I understand coming from the Ageira Technologies is not the best way to get appreciated but I would at least have a talk before being engaged.
I heard also from a junker the rogues were often fighting the navy in the badlands and would offer a good reward for bounty hunter pilots. I managed then to give them a hand, regardless they were firing on me. I bought a shield for that job. After I helped them in 3 or 4 fights in the badlands and around Fort Bush, they started to trust me and escorted me to their base, Buffalo.
We had an idea of its location in Ageira, but our precision was really poor due to interferences with the rock field.
Here they purpose me to get a better ship for I could help them more against the liberty corporations, a dagger. I bought it with the reward given for the bounty hunter and navy pilots.
My next step was to head to Magellan, the system where we spotted the more hackers from Ageira logs. Here I started some missions given to Mactan. I may also thanks Phate. for confirming the barthender I were not here to cause troubles. A while after that, a smuggler named Smokey_Bones wanted to offer me 1M credits. I took it as a donation to the clan and transmitted it to the R&D department.

My new alias is LH~Bytes. I have now a fully prepared craft for the hacking operations. My ship description is also following :

LH~Bytes -- Dagger Light Fighter craft Wrote:[font=Fixedsys][size=small]
[Image: 685158ac734fb37f1326dfd78e5aa1c8.png] Dagger Light Fighter craft [Image: 687cb92ae213c8eaf4dc0c13fa6e063a.png]

Iff : Lane Hacker Guard
[Image: f8d6e9a264b20d6cd5e836ad92d09336.png]

Equipment : Attached

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Hello...is this thing on?? Oh, right...
*Clears Throat* Ahem

Greetings Lanehackers, my name is Nick... No... my name is Ghost. Ive heard the whispers and curses from the managing department above my office of your deeds. At first i agreed with them. I thought that you were the enemy, and that you were fighting to destroy all that we have created. But the more i heard, the more i began to think... What if they are right? What if WE... I am the enemy?? Soon after a started thinking about this, the more it made sense.. I started noticing things, wrong, terrible things... Crimes that Agiera committed every day, and no one even notices...

Just like me.. They never notice me, to them, im just another drone working in another office helping them commit another crime. The thought sickened me, i had to get out. I heard from one of my colligues that they were planning to escape...

"Escape? To where? No one understands what we do, no one will take us in"

I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my most precious possetion: Cardimine.

"There is some one who understands us Nick.."

"The Lanehackers???"

"Not so loud, do you want the hidden microphones to hear???"

I nervously looked around the toiled cubicle. He was right. I took a quick dose of Cardimine to help relax my nerves. He did the same.

"Have you found a way to contact them?"

"Not really.. Here.."

He slid a small datapad over the cubicle wall. It contained a messge descibing how to leave Liberty and join the Lanehackers.

"Where on earth did you find this??"

"It was hidden right in plain sight in the Ageira daily news bulliten. Every single post up to date has this message attached, who ever put it there must be a hacking Genious...."

That was when we decided to leave...

That was when we planned to slip away into the shadows and become members of the Lanehackers...

That... was the last time i saw my friend...

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2 Days later....
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I stared at the figure in the mirror. His Blue eyes starring right back at me through his Green haired fringe. Every contour on his face, every wringle, every imperfection defiently standing there as evidence of his failure. A drop of sweat dripped accros his brow, which he hastily wiped away.

Why am i nervous? There shouldnt be any problem with the funds... Relax... Your just another average civilian out buying a ship...God i need a fix...

i reached down for my pocket, but i checked my movement..

Not here.. To public... And of corse they are watching...

Just then, the sales man in his slick blakc suit and his made up face returned with a grin upon his face. I quickly looked away from the mirror in his office to face him.

"There was no problems with the funds Mr.Anders... Heres your paperwork and access codes. Happy flying"

He handed me a file of papers, which i took into my sweaty hands.

It worked... Of corse it worked...

I quickly gave him a forced smile and headed out to the docking port where my Starflier waited. It was a heap of junk. The thing was out of date, but it was the best i could do with out drawing attention to my self. It had been a while since i'd flown a ship... As i sat down in the cockpit, i felt out of place...

My place is behind a computer, not at the controls of a ship...

I quickly squelched that thought, theres no turning back now. They already have my friend, and im not going to let them get me.

I left Manhattan for the first time in years... My home.. my job... It was all left behind right then.

I was greated by the orbital view of Manhattan, the station in clear view, Trenton out post to my left and houndreds of ships flying about in all directions. I realised that i wasnt moving, so i began off on a random course.

"Where the hell am i going.." i said to my self.

I remembered my friends docking codes that he had shared with me, we were going to use them at detroit munissions to stock up some suplies and weapons...

"I guess i'll start there"

I laid in a course and took the trade lane all the way there. These dockig codes were years old, and belonged to a "missing" pilot, but i had no other choice.. I needed to eat. So i sent the codes to the station... No reply.. I sent them again. A com screen flickered in the top left of the HUD, and a womens face appeared.

"One moment please..." she said.

Damn... theyve found me out... they are going to arrest me... i'll disappear too... it will of all been for nothing

"Understood Ageira alpha 1 - 5, your request to dock is granted, please proceed to dock 2"

I sighed with relief, and realised that i'd been cutching the arm rests on my seat, where now 10 nial marks apeared. I wasted no time and docked. I was in all of 10 minuets before i left with a stun pulse and 2 star beams and enough supplies to last. My fake accound for "Mr Anders" was half empty.

I docked with the trade lane and headed back to Manhattan before they caught on what i'd done. I wasnt the best hacker, but i figured what i'd done would throw them off for long enough.

I reviewed the messege. It recomended me to ally my self with the Libery Rogues, however, to do this, i would have to make enemies of the Liberty police. It advised me to attack the police depot at Newark station. I plotted a course there and soon i was confronted by 3 large storage containers.

"How the hell do i do this???"

I sat there stationary infront of the Depot for a moment, when the answer became clear. Hesitantly, i looked around for ships, most of them were far away enough... So i opened fire... Soon, my cockpit was buzzing with red warning lights and alarms. The scanners turned an angry red with hostiles. 3 police patriots were heading towards my position. I was ghasping for breath.

What have i just done

I quickly dosed myself with all of my cardimime and hastily read the message. "Vapourise any police"....

"What the hell?!?!?"

My ship was out numbered, out gunned, and i wasnt exactaly a trained pilot. So i plotted a course for the debris field and Rochester base, and activated my cruise engiens. The police followed, along with a Navy BATTLE SHIP.

"Freaking hell, a whole BATTLE SHIP??? What was in those containers"

Shots flew past me, my pulse was racing, i was sweating, the seat was uncomfortable, the air was stuffy and i needed the toilet. It was the most exitment i'd ever had. Soon, i was in the debris field and i had lost them.

I sighed.

Rochester base... I'd heard of it before.. A Junker base full of criminals and dead beat scavengers. But i had to dock, my prt wind had suffered damage and my shield needed repairs. I docked easily enough, no questions asked here.

While the repairs on my ship began, i thought i'd pay a trip to the bar. What a stupid idea. As soon as i walked in, it felt like every one stopped and turned to look at this freak in a shirt and tie. Nervously, i sat down at the bar. All the drinks were real alchohol. Unsure of what to order, i just picked one at random, a sidewinder fang. It was sickly, and very strong, but it distracted me from my thoughts.

I consulted the message again on the datapad. "Vapourise police"... Killing... Death... It was all around me, but some how, i'd managed to avoid it.

After two more drinks, i stumbled back into my ship and departed. I had no where to go, but i did have an idea. Patrol routes. I checked my map and parked myself right in the middle of a police patrol route and waited.

"What am i doing... are you seriously going to do this Nick??"

Just then, a trio of police patriots apeared on my scaners. I swallowed all the courage i had and altered course to intercept. It might of been what was left over of my cardimine in my system, or the drinks i'd had, or maybe a combination of the two, but something rallied me on. I engaged, drove back and slaughtered the three craft.

One, civilian pilot on cardimine in a bottom class ship beat 3 of libertyies finest.

I was extatic to be alive and even more so that i'd actually won. I tracterd the 3 pilots and what ever else i could find and headed back to Rochester.

Back in the bar, the mood was different. People looked at me with apprichieation. I was offered drinks. I was offered partnerships with rogue patrols. People had learned of my crime, and were admiring me for it. I felt no remorse for what i'd done. Those foolish enough to ally and work for this false Liberty deserved what was comming for them.

I had left the station as a law obiding, nervous citizen, just another drone working in an office. Completely unknown and un appreciated.

I had came back a criminal, a rebellor, a man who faught for what he believed in. I was on the road to getting back at Agiera and repenting them for all the evil that they had commited.

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Some days later...
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I had been flying and fighting the police, the navy and the Bounty hunters, the worst of the worst for some time, i was building up a reputation. But i still didnt have what it takes to get into buffalo. The Badlands were harsh and my previous attempts had ended in failure. But then one day, i recieved a message...

"Greetings Ghost, my fellow lane hacker"

The message was over an incripted channel, and i'd almost missed it. A clear sign of a true hacker. I had been baring the name LH~Ghost over incripted channels hoping to find some tie to the hackers, some one who would help me reach buffalo. Although out side help was forbidden, recruits were alout to assist other recruits...

"Greetings, to whom do i owe the pleasure?"

"My alious is LH~Bytes... and you are?"

"My alious is LH~Ghost, are you also a recruit?"

It was too up front, he could of been a corperate spy, but i was desperate and eager to find help.

"Hehe, yes, i am, infact, im just about to head out for Magellen"

It was too late, he was too far ahead to help me, however... He requested to meet me in the debris field around rochester. I obliged, knowing full well it could be a trap. But there he was, in his LH Dagger.

"Here, take this, it might help you.."

He jetisoned a Slingshot missle launcer which i tractored up"

"Its from a Navy patrol, so it might need some work on it.."

"Thanks, i owe you one"

We talked for a while and exchanged experienced, but soon he had to leave.

"Well, im off now, i have to leave a little "Supprise" for those Agiera scum before i head out.. Good luck.."

He terminated the com link and left abruptly...

"Good luck..."

I replied, even though i knew he couldnt hear me.

With the launcer, i managed to punch through the navy, police and bounty hunter patrols that blocked my passage into Buffalo, and i finally docked for the first time. I had built up quite the reputation, and i was greeted well at the base. I sold on my captive pilots and at last purchased my dagger. It was a master piece of Lanehacker engineering. I equipted it with two launcers, two chainguns and a stunpulse, and departed for the Mactan base.

I was no longer the pathetic man i used to be. I was a lean, mean, cardimine fuled hacking machine ready to strike my revenge into all my enemies, not just by killing those too stubborn enough to give up their cargo, but by making lives for the executives living hell as they watch their profits dwindle into the abyss of space.

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Visual Confimation...
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Dagger Ship:

http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu358...creen8.jpg

Equipment and weapons:

Two slingshot missles
Two bluebell chaiguns
A stunpulse turret
A train cruise disrupter
An improved counter measure dropper
An advanced guardian LF class 4
A heavy thruster
An advanced cargo scanner
A Lane Hacker ID

Lanehacker affiliation:

http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu358...creen9.jpg

EXTRA (// out of roleplay: i dont know if you want this, but it is a record of all the pilots that i have captured and sold to our bases, i do have visuals if you wnat proof //)

Bounty hunters: 32
Lib Police: 12
Lib Navy: 8
Civilian: 5
Xenos: 4

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I have completed steps 1 through 6 and i am awaiting your approval.

See you in space.

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Uplink: Server 395.33.586...
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Create Text File: Down with the company...

To: Director of Lane Hackers
From: Anthony Tesla; former Ageira Technologies Engineer
Subject: Membership

Professor Moriarty, this correspondence is a formal submission of my desire to become a Trainee in the Lane Hackers organization. Allow me to share a little about me history and reason I would be a benefit to your organization.

I was born to Erwin and Diana Tesla on New Berlin; however, by my first birthday my parents had immigrated to Liberty to work for Planetform Inc. on the California Minor Project. While my father worked on the Atmosphere Generators; my mother was my teacher. At a young age my parent were very worried, I did not play with the other children stationed at California Minor. I preferred taking my toys and other items in our house apart. As I grew older, I found the small community on California Prime to associate with. I promised that I would leave and never come back once I got my GED.

At the age 17 I got me GED and applied for scholarships to California Institute of Technology on Los Angeles. After I secured a full ride scholarship from Ageira Technologies in the field of mechanical engineering I left California Minor with every intention not to return. At college became was very dedicated to my studies; although I was also president of the robotics club and did a little skirt chasing.

Overall school took priority over all other activities and because I made this commitment I graduated in the top three percent of my class and got an offer to work at Ageira Technologies right way as a structural engineer. My first assignment was to work on at team with the goal improving several Jump Gate components which were failing due to the increase of space traffic. After that success we improved the shielding to Trade Lane components in order to make them hold up to tachyon fire because to the ever increasing Lane Hacker attacks.

I worked happily for the company for five years; eventually being promoted to lead engineer on several major projects. Life was going good; I even had gone back to school to get a master degree in electrical engineering to have a much broader range of skills.

About six months I designed a new trade lane acceleration field module in my spare time. After Ageira realize I had a product which could be a competing design for their current system they tried to buy me out. I did not want to sell it however; I felt their offer was not up to the value. So after I told them no they used political pressure in Liberty to get the patent revoked and told me I would sell it to them if I wanted to keep my job. As part of the settlement for the new component was a seven day trip to Curacao paid by the company. It was the companys way of giving me time to cool down after they justifying stealing my patent.

On the trip to Curacao I met a woman named Elizabeth. She was stunning and I spent most of my trip with her. By the end of the trip we were in love. It turned out she was a former Ageira employee but now a Lane Hacker. I said I would use my position in Ageira to feed her information about the developments in Ageira technology, starting with my new trade lane acceleration field module. We also said we would meet every month on Curacao so I could give her any information I could smuggle out.

A month ago I was caught be Ageira Technologies Security Division Intelligence Branch started to keep a close watch on me. Then when I tried to downloading a file on the latest Trade Lane firewall protocols a two weeks ago they tried to arrest me. I manage to lock them in the computer mainframe room and wedged the door shut. I ran to my office; collected all my files and grabbed the intelligence Starflier. I remember what Elizabeth told me I should do if I ever left Ageira. I was told of an underground railroad out of Liberty space and to the Lane Hackers base in the hidden in the boarder system.

I therefore I went Datroit Munitions and then Rochester Base to upgrade my stolen ship; constantly having to fight off the Xenos until I was able to convince the Rogues that I was not a threat. Once I was able to land on Buffalo Station; I upgraded to a Dagger Light Fighter and I was able to get in contact with the Lane Hacker contact on the base. He pointed to the Magellan system and I was off.

Once I arrived I was looked at with suspicion even with Elizabeth vouching for me. So I took my Dagger into combat against Bounty Hunter and Liberty Navy Pilots until I was able to gain their trust. Now I have their trust, I think my vast knowledge of the corporate secrets of the internal workings of trade lanes and jump gates, and general engineering skills would be an excellent addition to the Lane Hackers. I am hoping to spend the rest of my days in luxury with Elizabeth and as a bonus I get to help break the monopoly that Ageira Technologies has over travel throughout Sirius.

I am also attaching several images of the equipment I have already collected and mounted to my Dagger. I will be waiting on Mactan Base for a response.

Anthony Tesla.

Attachments:
*Weapon Layout Part I
*Weapon Layout Part II
*Sheild and Thruster
*ID and Scanner

Uploaded File: Down with the company...
Encrypt File: Down with the company...
Encryption: Fractal Encryption Omega...
Encrypted...
Send File: Down with the Company...
Sever: 586.13.023...
File Sent...
Erase File: Matchmaker...
Erase File: Down with the company...
Close Uplink: Sever 395.33.586...
Clear Keystroke: All...
Log off Mainframe...
Alert! ICE subsystems 5-25 down.
Execute reboot procedure... now.
Reboot complete in... 2 minutes.

*transmission incoming; display*

> Begreeted, venerable Director.
>
> This is Noam Fourfall, of the LH~Noam.Fourfall vessel. I make no apologies for
> hacking this channel - I am, however, willing to make amends later on. I am in
> dire need of help and friends. The big A is looking for me, and as we are both
> aware, this means that the whole of "law"-abiding Liberty is after me as well.
> I have attached a file with what little information about myself could be sent
> over a network link. Should we ever meet in person, I can expand on that. More
> would not be safe to share, at least for now. The point is that I am no longer
> under Ageira employ, and I have a set of skills the LH may find useful indeed,
> mainly in the areas of ingenious hardware jury-rigs, tweaks and modifications.
> In exchange for those I need protection, along with some kit to work with - my
> technical tastes need to be satisfied, otherwise I would quickly go quite mad.
>
> As soon as I got wind of Ageira's hired goons, I fled with what little money I
> had. Rochester turned out to be my base of operations for a few days. I passed
> the time with locating some wrecks to loot, seeing as I needed more resources.
> Once I had enough to feel safe about the nearest future, I turned to long-term
> planning. The Lane Hackers were an obvious choice for my allies - but I needed
> a contact, and a few more days passed until I was able to find one in the bar.
>
> Well, my time is running out. You will find all the requested data attached to
> this message - I shall be anxiously awaiting your response in the Mactan base.
>
> Attached files:
> * NF-biography
> * NF-ID-detail

*transmission recorded; closing*

Reboot complete. ICE grid is up.
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...comm.id.Nathan Skeen...recognized...transmission.encrypted...uploading data...

Greetings Lane Hacker Personnel Department. I am Nathan Skeen. Not a long time ago, I was a naive corporate lapdog for Ageira technologies. I was all fine and dandy, happy in my job, when I started noticing strange goings on around the company. Data clerks were dropping off the map, as were some senior research technicians. I started some inquiries into their disappearances, but higher-higher noticed what I was doing, and decided to try and make me gone as well. I was on Planet Manhattan at the time, away on business, when someone knocked on my hotel door. I went to answer it. I was greeted by two men with needle rifles. Luckily for me, I had always clocked time on the range, and made it an issue to keep a hand blaster with me at all times, in a shoulder holster. These men were slow, so I managed to draw my weapon and fire twice, killing both. I figured that it was time to go, away from the company that I thought had my best interests in mind. I ran to the landing pad, and took off in my standard issue Starflier. I managed to get to a Junker base, Rochester. I took off from Rochester after getting a better sheild, when suddenly, Xenos attacked! They were untrained yokels, so I had no problem dispatching them. Some Rogues had noticed my flying, and asked if I wanted to join the Rogues, but I respectfully declined. I had a better idea in mind. The Lane Hackers. I managed to get a Dagger from Buffalo, before I set out for Magellan, where a Lane Hacker base was said to be. I did some scouting and managed to find a patrol of Daggers. I asked them to help me make Ageira pay, and they obliged by providing me with the location of Mactan. Now I am here, asking you to help me realize my dreams of making those Ageira dogs pay for their heinous crimes. Here are some images of my dedication.
Hacker's Equipment and Reputation Confirmation

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interfacing.......
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from LH~OPperations
to:Lane Hacker Personnel Dept

"LH~Operations log from a few days ago"


Hey Ops, you got that system hacked yet man? We need those credits. Recon said frantically as Operations tried to hack the bank system. Man, hurry up, Liberty dont screw around, theyll be on us in prolly minutes. Recon added. Listen Rec, Im doing the best I can. Banks dont necessarily use easy codes.
*Several Minutes Later*
GOT IT! Operations yelled as the credits finished transferring to his Credit Pad. Good, lets get out of here. Recon said. Three Liberty Police Officers busted through the door, armed with pistols. Freeze, drop the Datapad and put your hands where we can see them. One of the officers ordered. Ops, go! Recon yelled as he ducked to dodge the gunfire.
Operations made it out the door and sealed it behind him. He was only able to get about 50,000 credits from the account. The police were onto him now, he had to make a break and get off of Planet Erie. Through back alleys and subways, he made it to the space port. He managed to dodge several patrols that were obviously looking for him.
A junked up Starflier was waiting in the back Garage for him with help from an old friend. It was outfitted with a few Liberty guns and had civilian identification but he had to hack the ignition systems to bet past the binary lock. Operations thought his Hacking skills may give him a chance at work with the Lane Hackers so he set off to find connections that could set him up.
He was stopped midway through Liberty and was scanned by the police. Okay, stay right there and no one has to get hurt. The officer said, he must have run Operations bio codes. He had to think fast. Several storage units idled near the planet. Operations took the one chance he had, shooting them with what firepower he had. It was a success, blowing those up gave him some head start time. However the explosion drew the attention of the Liberty Rouges.
About ten kilometers later, a wing of Bloodhound fighters stopped Operations. Hey, A rough old voice could be heard over the intercom. Youre the guy who just raised hell over at Manhattan, arent you? The voice asked. Operations stopped for a second then realized the rouges could get him in touch with the Lane Hackers. Yeah, that was me. Operations replied. Follow us then. The wing leader replied.
The group proceeded to the Buffalo base. The rouges seen Operations as a fellow fugitive so they let gave him a temporary room until he either joined up with them or parted ways. Operations spent a lot of time in the bar, looking for a possible Hacker to come through. He began overhearing a couple pilots talking. Man, I wonder how those Hackers are living up in Mactan. Its gotta be a lot nicer than this dump. One man said. Hey, Buffalo isnt that bad. We could always go up to Mactan and check it out. Well never make it in our Hounds though, wed need some of those Daggers up in the hangar. Replied the other. Yknow, I shot down a few pilots yesterday and left their ships there as a reminder to all to beware the rouges maybe we could go snag their equipment and sell it to get money for one of them there Daggers. Said a third man at the table.
Operations decided to go in search of those couple or wrecks. After several hours of searching, both wrecks were found and pillaged. He had to hack the weapons systems in the middle of space in order to release the guns but they came off quite easily. He made his way back to Buffalo in that junker of a ship he had and sold the equipment he grabbed. He proceeded to the hangar to look at those Daggers that the other pilot was talking about. He approached the chief mechanic. I want to buy one of those Daggers that you have. Operations said. At first the Mechanic looked surprised but then said Very well then. Ill take those credits and the ship is yours my friend.
The Dagger was a lot nicer on the interior as well as the exterior. The seat felt much more comfortable and it had a bit more leg room. The cockpit was roomier and the ship had more controls, allowing its engines to die and the ship to spin. The hull plating was obviously much thicker than the other ship. Operations was just itching to take it for a test flight. Ah, man I think this thing can certainly get me to Mactan. He said. Mactan? You mean the Hackers base? Hey I got some coordinates for that place on my nav computer if you dont have it. The Mechanic said. Thatd be great man, thanks. Operations replied gratefully. Yeah, Ill upload it to your ship; go take it for a spin while Im doing it.
The wreck money gave Operations enough to outfit his Dagger at Mactan when he arrived. He threw an Adv. Stunpulse and a few hull damaging weapons and set off to the bar. He needed to get in the good graces of the Hackers if he was going to join up with them. Eventually, after several missions, they accepted him as a Hacker, however it was up to their leader if he was fit enough to wear their tag.

Visual Confirmations


Inteface Terminated....
Tracing Comm signal.......




TO BE CONTINUED
>>nc -v -n 80.77.94.16 80
(UNKNOWN) [80.77.94.16] (?) open
GET //80.77.94.16/scripts/..%255c../secure_server/cmd.exe
Gateway Error
Lane Hackers Secure Server

>>tftp -I 80.77.94.16 GET dervin_message.txt
>>tftp -I 80.77.94.16 GET dervin_1.jpg
>>tftp -I 80.77.94.16 GET dervin_2.jpg

>>open //80.77.94.16/scripts/..%255c../secure_server/dervin_message.txt

This message is a notification.

After an... altercation with a senior manager at Ageria, I was jailed but managed to escape. I found your page on the neural net: it said... it said that you could help; or rather, that I could help you. I certainly hope so. I've stolen what I could and left this damnable hole and am jettin' to Mactan now. After what I've done to make this escape possible, there'll be no lookin' back. Junkers gave me what aid they could before pointing me in the direction of Buffalo. I managed to scrap the bounty hunters they sent after me with ease. Kinda' sad that they valued me so little as to send such worthless pilots. After gaining the trust of the Rogues, I was told of the existence of Mactan and am sending this message en route.

My name, is Dervin. In addition to this message, I have uploaded two image files; you'll find them in the same directory. The first shows the Dagger that I've appropriated and outfitted, this way, you'll know it's me. Call it identification. The second, well, the second is just something extra, to prove my loyalty.

I hope I make it. I hope this works.

LH~Dervin

>>exit


//
Nevermind, my storyline now lies elsewhere. Thank you for your time. I would like to keep this here as a "history" of my character's desperation to escape from the LSI. I will be turning to the Rogues for help. The link to my application can be found here if you want to follow Dervin's flight from the boys in blue.
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