***You've opened a public available voice recorded message***
"Ah, it's turned on now. *Chough* Uhh... Greetings! I've been poking around on the neural net and found out that writing or recording something about yourself is the new fashion. So i decided why not? Someone might find this interesting. I'll probably do a few parts, but first i'll start with some introduction and story."
*The sound of a cigarette being lit is heard*
"My name is Ragnar Olsen. I don't know my place of origin or my childhood. Concussions from the barages of rockets and whatnot must be the reason. I'm around in my twenties. I fly a "Roc" bomber. I am a charming, relaxed, talkative and pacificst pilot who recently settled down, taking a brake from my freelance life."
*A short moment of silence. Breathing noises is heard*
"I- i don't know how it started. I know i was a Freelancer back in my days. I had little bonds and the options were plenty. I've always been a talkative man with a taste for women. At some point i turned a bit to the unlawl side. Being a pacifist i am not after trouble, i fight if i must but i'd rather have a good conversation. I've been piloting my "Roc" bomber since i can remember. Somehow i managed to scrap up enough for it. For quite a while i made a habit of stopping people and talking with them. But as time took it's toll, i wanted to settle down. While freedom is a good thing. I believe you need somewhere you can call "Home". Something i did not have back then. I had traveled about anywhere. But rheinland stirred attention. So i traveled there to look around."
*A sigh is heard. He must be tired*
"When one settles down. You adjust to that area. I have problems pronouncing german words correctly although i understand the language. I guess i am not of Rheinland birth then. I looked for a reason to settle down in Rheinland. Having a neutral reputation i visited Kreuzberg Depot in New Berlin. In the junker base one could easily come in contact with the unlawful forces. One of them interested me more than others. It was the LWB. The synth paste is horrible. And the LWB seems to hate the paste. So why not join them i though. We had common interests (or was it just the hate for paste that made my decision?). I talked to one of the LWB recruiters. I notified him of my interest and i was to send an application right away. It didn't take long before me and my Roc was accepted. I was now a part of a farmer movement. It wouldn't take long before i would witness the hardship the LWB had been through."
"The only thing my Roc was missing was the infamous Super Nova Antimatter Cannon, or SNAC for short. I have heard stories about it from other freelancers during my days. I had always wanted one of those for my Roc! I asked the LWB if they had one lying around in their armories. I was granted a SNAC. My bomber was complete! After several experiences following that day, my decision was made. The LWB was my new family. I had found my home."
"Next part will be about some of my experiences in my time with the LWB!"
