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(sorry but i wanna stick around as a indie hacker for the moment)
Sir, we have a incoming transmission to the secure channel!
can you get a fix on it?
No, we tried, but it was triangulated from the battleship Hood in Dublin, planet new Tokyo, and the Ring in New Berlin.
Blast. Does it have anything attached?
Yes sir, decrypting it now.

A hour or so later, they have it decrypted.

If you are reading this, then you managed to decrypt my message, I expected as much, you are the Lane Hackers. My name is Paul Krim, and I used to work for Ageira. I left after my entire team "went missing ". I ended up having to kill three Ageira guards to escape, and I don't regret it. I decided that the only thing I could do was to join the Hackers, as they were the only people that would ever use my skills to get back at Ageira. I left Detroit Munitions as soon as I could, leaving with nothing but a advanced stunpulse and a starflier. I managed to contact a Junker, who gave me the coordinates to Rochester base, where I purchased two barragers, and then proceeded to Fort Bush, where I raided supply depots. When the Rouges trusted me enough to let me land, I sold my stolen h-fuel and bought a dagger, with barely any money to spare. I proceeded to Mactan with the coordinates I had hacked off of a Rouge ship, where a Lane Hacker smuggler helped me get the Lane Hackers to trust me. After they trusted me enough, I bought a full load out, a Adv. Stunpulse, two Hellfury's, a Hellfury turret, and a Windstalker missle.

Proof of weapons id and affiliation.

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<<Scanning for Unknown Signals..>>
<<Signal Found..>>
<<Tracing.. 90%.. 50%.. 20%.. Complete.>>
<<Signal Secured. Opening Port 4580>>
<<Running access.exe>>
<<Re-routing Communications Signal>>
<<Bypassing Security.. Successful.>>
<<Encrypting Message.. Uploading Data.. Done.>>

<<Playing Video File VIO-A-3.exe>>

*The face of a young man, sitting in what seems to be a severely injured, disabled ship, comes across the screen. He takes a moment before beginning to speak*

"If you are recieving this message, then the AI unit I sent out was successful in it's primary directives. As explained in my earlier recording, I have been on the run from Aegira, and due to a recent run-in with a few of their agents, I am now stuck floating somewhere in the Magellan system, trapped in a disabled Starflier."

*The young man sighs, and presses a few buttons across a lit up keyboard*

"The unit will be awaiting further command at Mactan Base. It should upload a log of it's travels along with this video."

*A slight rumbling sound can be heard through the transmission. The young man's eyes go wide as a light flashes red signaling hostile ships. He begins speaking hurriedly*

"Whatever you do, you can NOT let Aegira get their hands on.."

*The video ends abruptly, the last thing that can be heard is an explosion.*

<<Uploading Ship Log.. Successful.>>

*A new image flicks to life across the screen. This time it is that of an animated, young male. It begins to speak in an emulated, semi-human voice.*

"This is Unit Epsilon. Commencing read-out of ship log. I left Manhattan upon orders from David Aurora, my creator. I was ordered to fly to Rochester base for equipment upgrades. Upon launch from Manhattan I encountered 2 organic units, registered in the database as Aegira corporate agents. I dispatched of both units after taking damages, which were thereafter repaired at Rochester base. After recieving necessary equipment upgrades from Rochester Base as well as Detroit Munitions, I commenced destruction of Police Depots in order to gain allies within the Liberty Rogues, granting me access to Buffalo Base. I then commenced a ship and equipment upgrade as required, and launched in search of Mactan Base. After running a doplar scan of the System, I located Mactan, and proceeded to bypass security protocol within the Base's ship database in order to gain further status. End of Ship log."

*The images is replaced by text, reading out the unit's manufacturing details, capabilities, and current status.*

>Unit Epsilon
>Artificial Intelligence Unit
>Manufactured by David Aurora
>Capable of multi-system security bypassing, fighting, learning, and remote control of most technology. Unit is capable of universal command line functions, as well as voice command, face recognition, and database queries. The main purpose of this unit is utility in accessing information and disabling technology, as well as the development of technology.

<<Uploading Image Log of Primary Directives>>

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<<Closing Link>>
<<Transmission Ended>>
...hack.initiated...decryption..in..progress...
...comm.id.Jared.109.recognized...uploading data...
...uploading files...files uploaded...


Greetings, Lane Hackers.
My name is Jared Freeman, from the vessel LH~Jared.109. I have been through much hassle in order to contact you. So here is my story and the reasons behind my my urge to join you...
Until last week, I was a hard-working and obedient “employee”, more like slave, of Ageira Technologies, based at Pueblo Station. My fields of expertise were Software Engineering and Internal Ship Systems Development. I was working on a classified project, fine tuning the targeting systems on the latest Liberty Bomber, the “Upholder”, and I am in possession of quite much intel concerning the ship. Anyways, I had joined these dogs right after graduating from Manhattan University of Technology and for me, working hard and moving up the corporate ladder was what life was all about. Well, at least until I discovered what these dirty swines did to the efforts I put in my work and all my seemingly endless hours in the sim machine! My department manager took it all and that sucker put his name on the whole of it ,without even mentioning me, and simply sent it to the higher ups! Wrongly thinking that the company actually cared about a lowly wageslave like me, I went on a filed a complaint at the Ageira headquarters. But as expected from those money-grabbing fiends, they didn't even care to receive me! Not even the case for “Theft of Intellectual Property” at the corrupt LPI changed a thing for that skanking thief! He got away with it and was even congratulated for “his” excellent work. That was it! I quit my job at Ageira and tried to apply for another one at some random firm, only to find that I was accused of corporate property theft at Ageira and thus, couldn't be employed by any other company. I went back to the New York system, where my apartment on Manhattan had already been thrashed by the so-called “law-enforcing” corporate lackeys of corrupt Ageira. Desperate and firmly resolved to exact my revenge out of these weasels, I lay low for a moment and, one night, I sneaked into an Interspace Commerce warehouse before hacking my way into their supply terminal, arranging for a Starflier to be set on a launching pad and ready for take off immediately. I made a run for it and, following the information I got from a less-than-recommendable fleabag in one of the lowlife-ridden bars on Manhattan, I set out on a quest to join you, the feared Lane Hackers! After taking down a couple of flimsy Ageira gun-runners and supply depots, I attracted some notoriety among the Liberty Rogues who gave me the coordinates to their base in the Badlands. There, I sold the the life pods of a few corporate flunkies I had beamed in after having discombobulated their ships and got enough credits from them to buy a Dagger that, though chronologically gifted, was a real wonder to fly. I continued working as an independent pirate for some time until I managed to get my hands on some info leading to Freeport 4 in Magellan. There, through some well-placed donations, I showed my loyalty to the Lane Hacker cause and gained access to Mactan base. My Dagger and I are now waiting for full adherence to your ranks.
I may be a bit green on the piloting skills, but I am ready to learn everything I need to in order to uphold my duties as a Lane Hacker and contribute to the humiliation and inevitable destruction of the corporate evil plaguing our society.

....secure Neural Net files upload..in..progress...
...Reputation Confirmation... Completed
...Lane Hacker Affiliation... Completed
...Dagger Equipment part-01... Completed
...Dagger Equipment part-02... Completed
...Mania-Interrogation Contribution... Completed
...Mania-Interrogation Contribution... Completed


...files uploaded...
//rewrite :C drive
...rewriting HDD drives...
//renew 186.173.1.145-109
...renewing virtual address...
...encryption.in.progress...hack terminated...
..hack.initiated...decryption..in..progress...
...comm.id.Nihil recognized...transmission.unencrypted...uploading data...
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I have to do this in a hurry, because my boss may enter the servers room any moment now. I think I know what will be the conclusion of our little chat. My contract will be terminated and all my assets frozen. It seems I know too much about the Company dirty laundry (I really hope that they don't realize, untill I'm out of here, how much damage I've done in the past few days).
I have planned this very carefully, and I think I know a way out of this mess. I need your help though, to give me the docking codes for Mactan Base (I won't try to hack in myself, because even if I will succed, it will be a bad start for our relation). I assure you that I bring valuable information, and vast experience with the Company's network infrastructure. I've sent my wife ahead on a "vacation" at her parents on Planet Cortez. I am sure that she will be safe there. When I saw what was coming to me I've made some calls to my old friends, and finally found one of them (a smuggler) with contacts with the Liberty Rogues. I was able to give them some info about a couple of valuable transports, not too many, but enough to gain their trust, and just enough to get away with it. My friend assured me that if I give them more info, I will have a ship prepared for me as my payment. I've asked for a Dagger (he sent me some photos with the current loadout), because I've always liked those fine ships. My father was flying one of those (till he was captured, many years ago), and he tought me how to fly one when I was like 10 years old. But that's another story, and I don't have the time to finish. I will send you all the details with my dossier. I need to get as much data as I can so I'll finish this message now. I hope I can make it to Mactan Base.
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Files Attached:
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...encryption.in.progress...hack terminated...

Later Transmission, source Unknown:
file182


//Message Delivered//

Tracking source.....
!Source encyryption detected!
Initialising auto decryption.....
Auto decryption failed
Cause: Alternative source bandwidth/source file
Decryption difficulty classed as INTERMEDIATE
............
Source encryption cracked by client #24935
Source: Liberty Rogues Base Montezuma, California Sector 5F
Relaying message.....


//Opening "Belonging"//

Current Vessel Signature: Volt
Identity: William Quick
Ethnic Origin: White, Libertonian
Birthplace: Planet Denver, Colorado
Birth Date: 34/13/788A.S.

For a while now i've enjoyed my free life amongst the dark crannies of New York that seem so much brighter to me than the scolding sun at it's heart. All those who knew of my life before my career of crime are either dead or lost amongst the stars and so it shal stay that way. For two years i've launched from rogue bases seeking challenges amongst the lawful hypocrits of liberty. I'l make sure i get by with enough money to keep me fed, accomodated and alive but credits have little value to me in terms of enjoyment. I don't care what some people say, my ship has kept me alive against odds that some would go as far to say suicidal. I admire Lane Hacker engineering and the efficiency and elegance of your vessels, but to me my Werewolf is the best ship in all of sirius. For now it is dry docked on Montezuma where i had a drink with an operative of yours known as Phate. I had recently assisted in taking down a few pesky bounty hunters cutting in on some 'business' with a USI transport. It was then i was handed this transmission frequency in which to relay my message.

I immediatley recieved a message that is also relayed on this frequency instructing the inductionary procedures which i continued to carry out. The required datafiles can be found on this passage link...


After being given the frequency on which to make my application i boarded a rogue shuttle to Buffalo where i purchased the SX Dagger as required. I flew this ship covertly back to Mactan so that the correct insignia and signatures could be calibrated with the vessels Identification hub. A Lane Hacker recruitment representative I bumped into in the bar aided me with the authorisation of my ID. The vessel is now identified as the callsign "Tact".

If my application is accepted there is but one thing i request upon my promotion to Technician or Specialist (Your choice); And that is that i am gaurunteed the use of my old ship that i have left on Montezuma for the time being. The vessel is a Z-5900 Werewolf and is currently equipped with rogue sammael weaponry. The guns will most probably be exchanged for Hacker engineered weaponry if this request is granted.

I hope the best for my application into the Lane Hackers and that the judgement of my belonging will not be taken likely.

Yours Sincerely
V`

//Message End//

!Warning: Message source transmitter offline!
Salvaging remnants of message relay from 9 out of 11 relays
Message saved into Archive File "LH-RecV452"

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!File source online!
Purpose: Information Enquirey
Message Information Changed
Identity Profile Added
!File Source Offline!
Message Saved into Archive File "LH-RecV452"
.hack.initiated..decryption.in.progress..
.comm.id.'Eh,.that.new.guy?...recognized.transmission.encrypted ..uploading data..


Hullo, fine sirs and indulges of life's fine...fineries.

Well, luxuries might be more formal, but I like fineries. It sounds more fun. That is what happens when one indulges, right? We have loads of fun? Chemically enhanced and visually stimulating fineries though they may be, I still want in on some!

But who am I? I am Liam Hardings! Bretonian man of mystery! Well, not so Bretonian anymore and less mysterious than the next guy (in this company, at least), but, I like to think I have a tinge of mystery about. After hanging about with you chaps, hopefully more than a few wisks of mystery!

But, to cut to the chase, I left Bretonia from a well-to-do family on New London. You know, real dour types. They like to sit and gossip around in their little circle. I'm sure you know the types. Needless to say, I wasn't this type. Sure, I had some fineries over there, but not THE fineries.

Anyway, I wasn't a nice boy. I wanted to try new stuff. You know, the fineries. So, as a punishment, I went sent off to a boarding school on Planet Los Angeles. More like a boring school! Haha, simple puns are fun, yes? Anyway, there I spent the majority of my childhood, and from there comes the not so Bretonian part of my introduction.

So, I spent my life in Liberty. Even saw that great surfer's extravaganza you blokes crashed. Was a real party, that. Funny not even a hair of yours got caught. Yeah, you can say that the Lane Hackers has been more or less a barnyard name for me. And it seems that it might even be so for my New London family, seeing the trouble that has been stirring in Manchester.

But, what kind of a person am I? Well, I worked for DSE for several years. Often the cruel butt of a joke because of the inherent accent, I have grown tired of this "weapon's development" on Pittsburgh. Maine has taken enough punishment! And, more importantly, my life is not blessed with enough fineries! And so, I took Professor Moriarty's generous offer.

It started very simply. I met a bloke on Manhattan, as instructed. I asked him if I could test drive a luxurious Strarflier, and even pick up the H-Fuel tab! Well, there was a problem with that. Apparently dealer identification codes don't work with buying H-Fuel. Being the genius that this man was, he uploaded some rental identification codes into the ship. Really have to admire that kind of intelligence.

So there I was. In space. Alone. With hundreds of other people. I followed the good professor's instructions and landed myself at Detroit. But, sod it all, there were thousands of Stunpulses present. How was I supposed to choose between so many wonderful weapons? Well, I closed my eyes, and pointed at one for the guy to mount on my ship. Took most of my wages from working with DSE, but, I got a nice Stunpulse.

So, I flew off to Rochester, as suggested by the good professor. I thought I had quite a bit of money left, though, I see now the folly of this thought. But, I flew right into Rochester, dodging the scrap left and right. I got there, though, and when I did, I walked up to the dockworker and said "Oi, my friend! It's me! It's Roger! Don't you remember me?" and, as I've never seen this man in my life, he calmly replied "I ain't never seen no Roger in my life." Well, so ended my first serious lie. I just asked him where the equipment dealer was after that. He pointed somewhere in the corner and I just skipped on over.

The dealer was a bit nicer, I think. I put my arm around him when I found him, and I said, slyly, "This is quite a bit of stuff you got here. Quite a bit. Now, I got a guy stashed up in my hold, and, though it isn't likely to happen, if he managed to somehow get out, what is stopping him from just taking all of this excellence and putting it in my ship? We need to stop theft, my friend, and to do so, I need a couple of things. One, I need a strong shield to keep him in there. Even if he does get out, it'll be like one of them bugs. ZAPP! ZAPP! Haha, great stuff, huh? And, second, I need me a pair of them high-powered Photon thingies you got lying around there. Can't shoot noone without guns, huh?"

Well, he just looked at me. After about half a minute, he muttered "I feel bad for your parents." and installed the stuff. Figures I got it all for free. Pretty convincing story, huh? Maybe I should've been a salesman! Haha, maybe I CAN become a salesman now! Oh, good life.

And so, I had some nice awesominities on my Starflier. I went off to go find a pair of Rogues and see if the tossers could take me into their embrace, and allow me to freeload like I had with the Junkers. I mean, c'mon, if Junkers function in society, and they're as bright as proven above, I should be several notches above the Rogues!

Well, I was right. I told them I was a billionaire and that I had something for them in my coat pocket if they let me onto Buffalo. Lo and behold, I was on Buffalo. Lo and behold, I was getting beaten up on Buffalo. They really didn't like the fact that I wasn't really a billionaire. Well, I figure I'll pay 'em back later.

The beating really took a while, and I think I chipped a tooth, but, every dashing man must have a chipped tooth, 'eh? I'll impress the ladies in no time with this! But, for some reason, I wasn't just ejected out into the airlock. Maybe it was pity. I like pity, come to think of it. As long as the person doesn't have fineries. Then those fineries will become MY fineries! Haha!

But, I looked at the price of the Dagger, and the amount of credits I had left. 2,738 credits left on my account. Lovely. Dagger, 'eh, a little more. And so, I took my Starflier, and told them it was a Starblazer I had failed to replace the fins on. Lookie there, it worked. Lying is wonderful, ain't it?

So there I was. In space. In a Dagger. Alone. With hundreds of people. Having no shield and no weapons, I figured it might be better to take the lanes. Afterall, half the Freelancers this side of Kusari have a Dagger. How conspicuous could I be?

Not conspicuous at all. That's how much. Pretty soon I was at Freeport 4, asking around for a Professor of some sort. Found a lot of archeologists and scavengers, but no real professors. But, I got pointed in the right direction. Over here at the...Here.

Well, that's how I got where I am, and why you blokes mounted all this stuff on my ship:

Stuff
Neat
Finely neat stuff, actually

Looks neat. And there are so many Sunpulses here, too! Ah, Stunpulses. First step on the road to getting fine. And fine is the way to be, isn't it?

...encryption.in.progress...hack terminated...
***Detecting source***
...searching...
...searching...
Source founded!
Accessing source... DENIED!
***Using Raven script***
Uploading R-script...
...34%...
...56%...
...88%...
...100%... uploaded
Accessing source... DENIED!
***Uploading HOOK***
...uploaded...
Accessing source... ACCEPT!
...Entering database...
...Database opened...


Greetings this is Raven. Only Raven. I was born at Manhattan. I'm 25 years old. I'm working in MCC (Manhattan Communication Company) in department of Communication security. I always wanted to do something more than just sit behind the terminal and control security status of communications. For first I think I should be pay better and for second they never used my skills in fighters. Where I get these skills? After earning some money I bought Sabre from Manhattan black market and started pirated small transports. But one day I was nearly surprised and nearly killed by Borderworld transport. I saved my life but I lost my ship.

So that's why I want to join Lane Hackers. I think my skills in hacking and flying ships can be use more and I want earn more money.

Now about my escape:

First of all I deleted all informations about my from my terminal in my work. Then I bought from last money a Starflier. I headed to Detroit munitions and on way there I met very surprised Xenos and they attacked me. I killed them fortunately and landed at Detroit base and I bough there Adv. Starpulse. After that I landed at Rochester and got some weapons there. I destroyed few depots and I sold H-fuel which was in. After that I had enough money to buy Dagger. Fortunately I found wreck of Rogue ship. I get position of Buffalo from board terminal. So I flew there bought there Dagger and got out of New York. In Magellan I met Lane Hacker patrol and they said me that they will show me Mactan. There I met my new friend LH~Medea~. She helped me to take missions. When I finished them I had enough money to buy Lane Hacker weapons. I also transfered 24 Bounty hunters to Lane Hacker jail and I have another 30 in my cargo. After doing lot of missions Lane Hacker started to trust me and I got their friendship. Here are details

***Uploading photos***
***Uploaded***



Raven out

***Closing database***
***Saving access codes***
***Logging out***
***Deleting history***
█.login_.......................Accessing Neural Net...success
█.exec priv.ini_...............Masking signal source...success
█.upload tree.worm_............Uploading...100%
█.list /h_.....................Listing hidden and private signals
█..access source lh.nntp_......Granted
█..upload message_.............Displaying

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.CommID: Loki
.CommZone: GMT-5

Might as well dispense with the pleasentries. You can call me Loki. I'm sure you can fill in the blanks for my real name. At least, if you're competent you will. Lord knows the LSF will never figure it out, but that's another story. A story you might be interested in is how I got my name. Well, its pretty simple. I've been known to cause a lot of havoc and mischief, so I thought the name fit me pretty well.

I was a low level programmer at some small when I was approached by Ageira to work for them. It was decent enough pay raise, so I went along with it. They promised me a career, riches, you name it. They would've promised me my own soul if they needed to. Needless to say, I found myself just another number in a massive company. It was dreadfully dull work. You basically found yourself cleaning up other people's mistakes for very little in terms of real compensation. Sure, they paid you on time, but you always had this feeling like you were wasting your time. Like you were being used.

It wasn't long after I happened to be passed up for promotion because the uncle of some screwup is a higher up. That was the final straw. So, as any realist would, I started seeking other work. Something a little different approached me, however. Something that wanted me to stay right were I was. I became a mole. I never knew his name. His messages were so well hidden I could only pinpoint the system the source originated in - Magellan. But I didn't really care. He paid well and on time. And all I had to do was upload a virus or trojan here or there or download manifests every once in a while. For a man of my skills, I could have been doing this for years right under Ageira's nose. Until things got too hot, that is.

About two years into my side business, Ageira started catching on. Rather than go through the time and money intensive process of an investigation, they simply fired my entire department. It was easier for them to replace everyone than to weed out the bad. I felt bad for the other people, but they were wallowing in misery just as much as me. But I wasn't going to let things slide so easily.

I faked myself an ID and using my ill-goten funds bought myself a Starflier and refit it at the Junker base at Rochester. But not before I finished my last bit of business with Ageira. I took off to Detroit Munitions and lo and behold, my old ID still worked. I didn't even need to hack their primitive security system. Making my way down to the storage facilities I transferred an Advanced Stunpulse and took off. That's where things got interesting.

A Xeno raid had just about begun its attack on the station, and they assumed I was one of their employees. It was their 3 ships against myself. I managed to take one down, but my ship started taking hits, so I went evasive and tried to lose them in the debris fields. Then, I ran into a Rogue patrol. I thought I was mince meat, but they instead helped me out. Seems they hate Xenos enough to ignore me. They even offered Buffalo Base as a place for me to refit. That's when I got the full story.

When I got closer to Buffalo, an encrypted message got to me. It was my old contact. Turns out, the Rogue patrol that saved my hide was entirely his doing. I owed him my life. He also sent me the instructions, and I have followed them to the tee. I'm uploading all the necessary proof. I always figured you were the ones handling me while I was at Ageira but I could never prove it. I'm just glad you took notice of my abilities.

I look forward to working with you.

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█.disconnect_................Goodbye


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[static]I ...'nt ...li...e .. man...ed to connect![/static]

It's fantastic how the Dagger series have such an intuitive system...

...

This is Assam Fahad, Ex-Captain of the 22nd Ageiran Security Wing for Transport speaking, and I do believe I have a lot to say to justify jamming this radio system a minute ago.

I joined Ageira Technologies about ten years ago, as an Aspirant of a pilot back in Liberty. Aside from a deathwish, the only other reason I had was to make money. And with no family to return to, I suppose it pretty much explains why my learning curve was so small. Two years into it and I was already declared the Captain of my wing, medals, credits and all.

Three years after that I met Alicia - whom would later turn out to be the woman of my life -, a Liner Pilot entrusted to transport Lane Parts throughout the system. Luckily for us, about six months later we were signed to the same fleet. Easy to imagine my satisfaction - visiting new systems, 24/7 flying with the girl of my dreams. Our dreams. It was back then I left the "boy" whom I was behind and started to see the real world with mature bold eyes.

Eight years into Ageira and I was already starting to think of retirement. I wanted a family. A daughter. But the Big Guys didn't exactly agreed with that, did they? After explaining my intentions to Commodore Willis, my direct superior at the time, I was expelled from the Security Patrols, and forced to handwork. "Reconstruction" they said. My occupation turned from protecting the one I loved to repairing and carring pieces of hardware.

Six months ago the worst notice I could ever receive hit the speakers. Three days after I had last talked to Alicia, Liner Ψ-555 had been attacked, pirated, and destroyed while crossing Kusari Space. Alicia was dead. My wife was dead. The official news presented that she was carring Lane Parts back to Liberty and that a coallition of Hackers and Outcasts, coming from Galileo, attacked mercilessly. At the time I couldn't think straight, I wanted to kill every one last [stactic]..th.... o... yo..[/stactic]

But it was then that I stumbled with a file Alicia had sent me a few days before the incident. We had been talking about profits and she wanted to make a point... The data she sent me had the Identification number of her liner stamped on it. Ω-15. I started to see with the eyes they didn't want to. Her Liner was never assigned to that route. She never even stepped into Kusari. What's more, Ψ-555 was hardly ever put in use.

Soon I started to dig fast as I could, I needed to understand what was going on in there! In a brief space of six months, seventeen liners had disappeared from the data base! They had no records, Hull number, cargo or route they were doing prior their destruction. What's more, Ageira never, ever, spent a thousand credits trying to find them.

What I believe? I think Ageira is bulding something big, real important, and either Alicia is out there, somewhere, slaved along with whatever that is, or they killed her.

And what about me? I want to find out what they are scheming... I want revenge. I want to tear apart every ship hull and cargo bay they have until I get what is going on here. And now, looking through your eyes I can understand the hatred. The willpower to vaporize every last ship that has an Ageira logo on it. You are my last option.

...

I cannot say I never attacked a Rogue before as I cannot say I never shot back on a Hacker. I can't say I never killed one of you. But I was wrong. I was so [stactic]..ck.ng[/stactic] wrong.

...[The sound of a Stunpulse being fired sounds over the radio.]

Right now I'm inside a Dagger, hidden into the Nebula near Buffallo. I used the Base signal to jam this channel so it could allow my access, hope they don't mind. The way I made them trust me? Well, when I left, I was sure to pay a visit to Munitions, and, with nothing but a Starflier, let's say I just toyed with their ships a little. It's funny how after ten years being paid to protect something you discover it's flaws real quickly. And their faces, oh their faces, I'll never forget the face of Willis receiving a bullet to the chest while eating his lunch. Add that to a few bunch of Bounty Hunters delivered straight to their base...

...[The clear sound of a human male screaming "I don't wanna die" ecchoes.]

Sorry about that, didn't know his ship was still broadcasting. But hey, now that I'm finished I can send you the files you need. Yeah, I met a guy back on Rochester.

...[Deep breath, as to regain control over himself.]

Sir, looking forward for fighting alongside the Hackers, sir!

...releasing.data▊
...0/100...32/100...76/100... 100/100▊data.1
...0/100...58/100...82/100...100/100▊data.2

...broadcast.finished▊
...shutting.down.transmission▊
...hiding.sensors▊
...path.closed▊
...nebula.stealth.check.initiated▊

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...signal.lost▊
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