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Character Bio's of JMScomp - JMScomp - 05-14-2009
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--Accessing File #55179-847
My name is Ray and I am an Outcast, that is all you need to know. If you have found this file then I commend you. Unfortunately this means that I am either missing or dead, probably by the hands of the ones I've been following. Know that if I am not dead I now have your Neural Net ID, so may be paying you a visit due to your curiosity.
In this report you will find my observations of four individuals, beginning with the first and most dangerous that I was to observe. My prime target.
Subject: Jarach', Last Name Unknown
Age: Estimated To Be 35
Height: 5.8 Ft
Genre: Male
Weight: Unknown
Nationality: Unknown
Ships: Sabre, Falcatta
Personality: Quiet, secretive, angers easily but is always unnervingly calm
Observations:
Jarach', a name I've come to despise. His origin is unknown, and there are no records of him until recently. The first signs of him are as a Mercenary traveling all of Sirius. Sightings of him venture even as far as the nomad systems. Seemed to take any work he could find no matter who the employer was.
After a short period of working as a mercenary, he joined the Outcasts. Specifically the SOB. This is where I came in, hired to find out anything and everything about him. While in the service of the SOB he has killed many a corsair, bounty hunter, etc, but I have not once seen him pirate another vessel. It seems he follows orders to the letter with no questions asked.
When docked with a base he rarely leaves his ship and I have yet to see him let any hand touch it but his own. I have tried several times to gain access, but he always leaves little.....surprises whenever he leaves it. I have scanned it well and all the equipment checks out, though there is an odd energy reading emanating from the cockpit area. I've been trying to get a search warrant for weeks now.
When not in a base or following the orders of the SOB his actions are sporadic, or at least they seem that way. I have followed him to just about every system in Sirius, and most bases. He is very good at evading the locals and I have even seen him land on Manhatten without being noticed. Every now and again he evades me, disappearing for a few days, in which none of my contacts are able to locate him. I believe at these times he's venturing into the nomad systems....if I could only catch him once while doing so.
As for his persona, he always conceals himself so little visual observation can be made other than his right eye glows golden. An obvious implant. After scanning him I've found that over 85% of his body is comprised of implants. Astounding to think of how he endured that. Energy readings from them are unrecognized by any of my equipment, so I cannot say what they are for. He carries no weapons other than several daggers. A particular pair always seems to be his first choice as his hands naturally shift to the places he keeps them when situations look nasty.
Not long after I was given this assignment I found that he has a brother by the name of Jadaan.
Subject: Jadaan, Last Name Unknown
Age: Estimated To Be 30
Height: 5.2 Ft
Genre: Male
Weight: Unknown
Nationality: Unknown
Ships: Converted Luxury Liner, Tanker, Possibly More
Personality: Quiet, Collected
Jadaan's history is just as enigmatic as his brother's, yet his actions are much less sporadic. The first records of him begin at his purchase of a small freighter from the Junkers. He traded for many months until he sold his ship and opened a bank by the name of "Leviathan Bankers". Now he owns several ships, one being a heavily modified Luxury Liner that he uses as his bank's headquarters. It's impressive, but I have found no sign of anything out of the ordinary on any of his vessels.
Most of the time he's either performing the duties of his bank or trading. I have found that recently his contact with his brother has increased dramatically. They always heavily encrypt their messages so I do not know why, but the fact remains.
I have only managed to decode one of them before it expired. In it was little relevant information, but this is how I found out that they are brothers. In it he also spoke to Jarach' as a subordinate rather than a sibling, very strange.
His look is of the standard businessman. Thin, well dressed, very composed. It is all of this that makes me suspicious about him. He seems to get along with nearly everyone he meets. Too perfect.
I have scanned him as well to find the same sort of implants as Jarach', but far fewer. Only roughly 30% of his persona. He only carries a single blaster, and tends to travel alone. Due to this most of his ships are automated, save for his Liner which is staffed with many employees.
A few months ago I intercepted a poorly encoded transmission, headed to Jarach' and found out about Kri'en.
Subject: Kri'en, Last Name Unknown
Age: Estimated To Be 28
Height: 5.4 Ft
Genre: Male
Weight: Unknown
Nationality: Unknown
Ships: Eagle
Personality: Unruly, Slightly Sporadic, Often Seems Slightly Nervous
Kri'en is the worst of all of them to keep track of, and what I have found is interesting to say the least. The first record of him is a meeting with a junker. He was apparently exploring the galaxy, or at least that's what he let others see. There were few sightings of him after that, everywhere from the middle of New York to the far reaches of Omicron Minor. Many months passed by with no sign. From records recently acquired from a source that will remain anonymous, I've found out that in that time he joined with an AI called TAG. I'll not attempt to explain nor understand this as I can do neither. I do however know that he did so willingly.
Shortly after he contacted Jarach' for what was apparently the first time in quite a while from what I read of the message. As with Jadaan he talked to Jarach' as would a subordinate. Following the message, they met on Palermo base. Unfortunately I couldn't get anywhere near enough to know what went on, but I do know that Jarach' exiled him. What I wouldn't give to know why...
Ever since then I have seen him but once, and he was in Texas with a destination unknown.
While they conducted their meeting on Palermo I managed to scan his ship, and him as he was leaving. Nothing strange about his ship. Standard civilian craft, modified equipment. Kri'en on the other hand was very strange. He had implants like the others at a percent similar to Jadaan, though the energy readings from these differed. Likely due to the AI he joined with. I can only wonder how this effects Kri'en himself.
As for looks, he's a standard young male. Hair is short cut. Body is skinny, muscular. A few scars are present on his face and arms.
Lastly comes the 4th figure. A female by the name of Aj'enel.
Subject: Aj'enel, Last Name Unknown
Age: Estimated To Be 31
Height: 5.1 Ft
Genre: Female
Weight: Unknown
Nationality: Unknown
Ships: Pirate Cruiser
Personality: Quiet, Thoughtful, Considerate
I've only recently found out about her and have been following her for a few days now.
The first sighting of her is when she was found alone repairing an abandoned wreck that is now her ship. From the information in the reports it was quite a job, but she managed to get it flying again in just over a year. Her skills as a technician only rival her skills as a strategist.
Currently she's traveling from one place to the next while continuing her repairs. I have not seen nor heard of contact between her and the others, but she has been mentioned by them several times. The way they speak of her suggests that she is a sort of adviser to Jarach'. I can not say yet if this is true.
She is very kind, and I have had little trouble gaining information on her. She's even caught me following her, and invited me on board her ship. Of course I was posing as a Junker interested in her repairs at the time. Behind this kindness though, I sense something...dangerous. I have no doubt that if she ran into trouble she'd be able to deal with it in stride.
After close observation and several scans I've concluded that her ship is magnificent in that she runs it so efficiently with only herself and a few automations. As for herself, she has implants just like the others, percentage around 40%. Nothing else really off. Her appearance is a beautiful kindhearted female that takes everything into consideration.
My cover as a Junker seems to be working better than simply tailing her, since she has caught me twice now *laughs*. So what I'll do is continue as such when needed. I must always keep in mind my prime target. Jarach'.
He knows I follow them yet does nothing about it. I have to say this puts me at unease. Either he feels that I'm not a real threat, or he is just waiting for me to get too close. I think he's going to leave again soon, hopefully to the nomad systems. Perhaps this time I'll catch him there and finally have what I need.
--File linked to log entry #1487
Been following Jarach' for over a day now. He knows I'm here. Even though I'm out of sensor range I know he does. His flight pattern and attitude is just too suggestive of it. Regardless, I have to follow him this time. This is too good of a chance to pass up.
I have had some luck though. I managed to decrypt part of one of the earliest messages sent to him from his brother. What I've found is a very strange poem of sorts. It is as follows:
"Far past stars unseen, by any sort of sirian means.
Lay the galaxy of the Jagaar, of whom peace came from near and far.
Changed that did when the Sarac came, the war for which they are to blame.
The Jagaar were forced to change their ways, or never live to see new days.
Decades past with no undue alarms, until the Sarac found new arms.
A massive assault the Sarac began, the Jagaar were losing, the tide turned again.
Steal and modify that tech they did, creating the Leviathan to avenge their kin.
Defending their last planet with all their might, they toiled through the days and nights.
The Sarac now desparate and dwindling in numbers, they refused to give in to the eternal slumber.
Sabotage the planet they did, before extermination by Jagaar brethren.
After the short time of atrophe, the planet ended in catastrophe."
I feel there's more to it, but the decryption is going very slow. I believe it speaks of their history, but I can hardly believe it possible. Perhaps it's just a story...
--File linked to log entry # 1489
This is nuts. He's been running me around all over Sirius for two days now. As soon as I'm sure he's going to land he cuts engines and switches direction. He is toying with me, testing my resolve.
I think that he's finally going to do it though. His current flight path leads directly toward the Omicrons. If I can catch him going past Delta then I'll have him.
--No Further Log Entries Present.
Character Bio's of JMScomp - JMScomp - 05-14-2009
Accessing File #80463-287
Name: Brother Uriah
Age: Unkown, possibly late 40s
Gender: Male
Height: 5.5 Ft
Weight: 132 lbs.
Nationality: Bretonian
Birthplace: Freistadt - Omega - 7
Ships: Eagle
Personality: Calm, Passive, Thoughtful, Respectful
History:
Born on Freistadt, Uriah lead the life of any normal child. Feeling the need to travel, at the age of 14 he left Freistadt to see the rest of Sirius. He didn't have to go far to see that there was a lot of hostility. This troubled him deeply to think that one human could kill another over material possessions or meaningless disputes.
Two years later he joined a monastery on Planet Cambridge, where after more than 20 years of servitude he decided he was doing little good in remaining there. There was much controversy over this, but after presenting his point that self-enlightenment was good yet helped none other than himself, they respectfully agreed. Now he travels all of Sirius, spreading peace in an effort to end bloodshed.
Character Bio's of JMScomp - JMScomp - 06-15-2009
*feedback and several thumping noises are heard, then clears* This piece of....oh, it's working now.
*He clears his throat* My name is Harold Alaster Trass...but anyone who likes to stay on my good side calls me Harry. I was born on Los Angeles to a 'loving' mother and father, who may I mention were very well off. As I grew up I went to the most luxurious of private schools, was dragged to every formal party around, and forced to maintain the image of a 'rich boy'. 'Twas a living hell!
So around the age of 14...or was it 15....hmm....anyways, around that time I was so fed up with it, I ran away from home for the first time. It was great! Such a feeling of freedom to go and do what I pleased. After a few days the local authorities caught up with me and took me back 'home'.....the bastards. My parents were of course acting as if worried, only to return to their charade an hour later. Next time I 'snuck out' I managed to evade them for two weeks, and in that time, after running out of pocket money, I learned to take what I wanted. Many call it stealing; seems more like taking advantage of a perfectly good fool to me.
After many years of 'sneaking out' as I like to call it, I finally got my head on right and decided to make my next leave of absence permanent. Was easy enough. Took several hundred thousand credits from dad's safe, bought me a flier, and flew off into the brilliant black.
I pirated best I could with such a ship, stole as much as I could while docked, and overall tried to avoid the authorities. After few months out, I met a fellow in a bar named Dervin. Had an odd conversation we did. He told me 'bout a group known as the liberty rogues. Didn't take long for me to see that joining their ranks would be the best thing that would have happened to me.
First thing I did the next day was go buy me a bloodhound, then customize it to my liking. Dervin told me it'd need a name, and it only took me a few minutes to think of a good one. So I named it 'Happy Times' to symbolize the good times ahead! Now I'm of to talk to the man Dervin told me about.