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Scorched Earth - Curios - 09-28-2010 [Neural Network Access .... [Granted] ] [Stardate: 28.09.818 AS] [Message - #1] [Location: Omicron Gamma, Planet Crete] [Personal ID: Ellias Fernandes De La Rosa] -( Decryption in progress ... ||||| ||||| ||||| ||||| ... Completed )- //Message Body// Ellias stood on a high ledge of a lonely cliff, the wind dramatically raised a storm of sand exposing the granite boulders hidden beneath it. Sparse vegetation tried to make it's way through the stony ground. A huge red sun hung above the head nars to turn any creature on this scorched earth in ashes. Day was hot enough to turn the ground into the lifeless desert and night was unbearably cold. Crete - the planet that thowns a challenge to any who dared to call it "home" and only the strongest able to resist and survive around here. City, mostly built from the same stone that was everywhere, seemed like a silent giant asleep on the slopes of high mountains. Few transatmosphere shuttles where crossing the greenish sky along with several smaller ships. As always, there were not many of them. Ellias stood on the slope, the wind ruffled his already rather worn-out clothes. His mind was far away from that place. He saw the asteroid fields of Omega 5, Omega 41 planetary remains with strong radiation, Omicron systems and the far borders. Even 200-300 years ago no one could imagine where the foot of Corsairs will step. But thanks to rare luck space opened it's arms to them and hundreds of thousands ships went to the stars to come back with rich booty to their home. Corsairs could not imagine themselves to be on the tail of other nations in that new home for humanity. Failure of the colonial mission of the "Hispania" must be compensated no matter the cost... Silence was broken by annoying sound of communication device. "Alpha Sigma 14, Alpha Sigma Leader, message, over." "Alpha Sigma Leader, Alpha Sigma 14, go ahead, over." "The ships are ready senor, Eagle Eye reports - everything is ready." "Well, get people ready - start in forty minutes, over." He looked into the distance, cloud front was approaching fast from the east. Storm was supposed to begin soon, preparations must be be made quickly. Ellias straightened the belt with his long family dagger with a grip in form of a snake and walked quickly towards the city. //Save Yes | No // Scorched Earth - Curios - 09-28-2010 [Neural Network Access .... [Granted] ] [Stardate: 28.09.818 AS] [Message - #2] [Location: Omega 41, Leon Base] [Personal ID: Ellias Fernandes De La Rosa] -( Decryption in progress ... ||||| ||||| ||||| ||||| ... Completed )- //Message Body// After warming up the engines transport quietly lifted off his huge body from the landing site 5-18 and rushed up carrying several tons of cargo and passengers onboard. Soon he disappeared into the green sky and left the planet's atmosphere. Trembling has stopped and transport has layed on its course to the remote area of Omicron Gamma known as Gredos Cloud where in the depth of nebula, among with asteroids and gas clouds, the jumping anomaly that lead to the eastern sector of Omega 41 where hiding. After the quick jump transport took a new course and dissapeared unspotted in sorrunding planetary fragments. Omega 41 is a key point in the area with a lot of anomalies connecting Omega border worlds and Omicron Edge Worlds. Many trade routes were made through the system despite of strong radioactivity of the neutron star that has become more unstable in recent years. Gliding past the debreas of the long dead planets Pirate Transport was quickly approaching his target. These ships has spreaded all over the Sirius and were famous by captains for their engines performance, shape and powerful weapon systems. As one of the most common vehicles of all ever produced, he easily moved forward without drawing unwanted attention. Old Transport of the Omicron Trading Company ,"Schredinger", found his second birth by going to the property of Fernandes family for about six months ago, now proudly wearing the name "Gran Espana". Ship was repaired and re-equipped in the Tripoli Shipyard by corsair engeneers and now was better then ever. With many systems replaced and updated that ship has continues it's path of Corsair vessel. Soon the scanner found a small Corsair fortress - Leon Base. Small base of asteroid class was hiding in the shadows of surrouding rocks and that was a perfect place to be the base of operations for Corsair raiders in region. Request does not make Gran Espana's captain to wait for long, security systems were ready and took the approaching ship on sights. "Approaching vessel this is "Eagle's Nest", you are entering the restricted area, report your callsign and transfer the security codes." Captain was one of the old Ellias's friends and was 58 years old, he had a beard and limped on the prosthesis that replaces the leg that he lost during the fight a long time ago. He pressed few buttons on control panel and begin responding to a request, then ordered his man to start the code transfer. "This is "Gran Espana" from Planet Crete's port, Omicron Gamma. Personal registration number is 250-HU90. Transfering the security codes." "I see, everything is order. Landing site 3B is clear at that moment, welcome aboard amigos." "Roger that, "Gran Espana" out, see you inside." The vessel slowly entered the dock and was towed buy magnetic fixators. There was an ordinary life going in docks, workers began unloading and refueling the transport that had to leave the base very soon. Ellias walked throught a metal corridors accompanied by only two bodyguards, he decided not to take a lot of people with him - they could arrive later with his ship on the next transport. There was quiet a lot of stuff to do and he decided to not loose the time any longer. This region was important for the Empire. Recent distabilisation of the region could had its influence on local operations and it had to be deal with shortly. After a short conversation with the commandant Alehandro Gomez, Ellias went to the one of the officers appartments on the level 3. This place have become the new home for him for unknown amount of time ... //Save Yes | No // Scorched Earth - Curios - 10-03-2010 [Neural Network Access .... [Granted] ] [Stardate: 03.10.818 AS] [Message - #3] [Location: Omega 41, Leon Base] [Personal ID: Ellias Fernandes De La Rosa] -( Decryption in progress ... ||||| ||||| ||||| ||||| ... Completed )- //Message Body// Ellias sat in his office on the Leon base, on the table before him was a giant pile of various papers and reports. There was still a lot of work leaving nearly to no free time. However, he was glad to contact with the Freeport 5, it was success and the communication bridge was established with Zoners. It was not an easy task in light of the situation in the Omicron Theta in recent times... But business people are always surprised him with their vision of perspective. Well, now there is something to work with, Zoners were among with few who was the source of all necessary for the Corsairs and we have to go forward to satisfy the demands of a growing nation. Technology, scientists, researchers, engineers, various personnel - Corsairs are in need of all of them to build the future. Corsairs have achieved a lot, but it was necessary to set up their own production of everything that was hard to get in raids on the Bretonia space. Military power is always based on economic strength, so it was necessary to work in this direction to prevent the collapse of production. So as exploration of frontier worlds that could benefit in the form of new sources of raw materials and new lands for settlement. In the long trip it's always important to make the first step. //Save Yes | No //