To: .:j:. & JM| & |+| & [101st] & From: .:j:. Baer Locks

[Daerune]

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..::[ Communication ID: Baer Locks]::..
..::[ Encryption Level: Premium Scrap | Priority: Scrap ]::…
..::[ Subject: Outcast Igit ]::..

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“So, Ta’day doesn’t bring that much happy news it seems, ya see I picked up a rookie Junker at Baeumont Base, poor fellow was shifting through scrap on a ship that had quite a bit of structural damage. Brought ta guy some armor – had ‘em come help me try and more some of da good stuff (Premium Scrap). Now ya see for the first few moments all was going sweet as honey it was – till some drugged up foul git decided ta come into tha’ field – now ya see, I normally wouldn’t be alarmed by having such an esteemed guest about us, thinkin’ that the bloke wasn’t gonna be a problem’ seems I was wrong in tha’ regard… Poor rookie – the XTF guy tore ‘em apart – logged some of tha’ chat me and them had – though the files got mixed in with our secure comm’s. Now I’ll admit, I didn’t really have da best of words for ta guy – thought mention da Cross – warnings might deter tha fellow but.. apparently not. Tha’ thing with the Front and Heart of Scrap is that I had ta change communication devices a lil’ base was full of da stuff so had ta get some boys ta do storage, etha way hopefully somthin’ can be done about dis git.”

Attachment: Spress_Junk's Black Box Recording

Code:

Spess_Junk: Thanks
Spess_Junk: Hmm, my sensors show a scan signal

[-=XTF=-]Salmin: Ho, ho, ho.

.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "See that too."
.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "Outcasts - aint nothing to worry for."

Spess_Junk: Oh dear

.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "Scrap mostly goes to em."
.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "he givin' ya trouble at all?"

Spess_Junk: He wants money

.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "Tell him this scrap goes to tha outcasts."
.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "should be a little more happy ta leave ya be."
.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "Ill be back in a moment."
.:j:.Front: "you givin' a fellow junker of mine a hard time?"

[-=XTF=-]Salmin: Just show me, that u supporting Alpha, not a Gamma.

.:j:.Front: "uhh - ya know the Congress right?"
.:j:.Front: "Do runs out there all da time."
.:j:.Front: "ain't much of a commeting price in such stock either way."

[-=XTF=-]Salmin: Congress can fall by XTF.

.:j:.Front: "oh? that a threat then?"
.:j:.Front: "I am sure that the Cross would /love/ ta hear of your harassment to the outcast supply lines."

Spess_Junk: He says he wants you to follow you

.:j:.Front: "he wants me to follow me?"

[-=XTF=-]Salmin: Yes, i need your hauler to Alpha to show me, that u not supporting Gamma.

Spess_Junk: Yep
Spess_Junk: Probably with a hull full of scrap

.:j:.Front: "Uhh - we are filling up the Storage deport."
.:j:.Front: "We run these things in convoys lad."

Spess_Junk: Cause "He ain't see no transports drop off scrap on his turf"

.:j:.Front: "thats because the damn git is never there."

[-=XTF=-]Salmin: In other case, i`ll turn anyone of your ship to your lovely metal.

.:j:.Front: "that so? I am sure the Cross will love ya for that."
.:j:.Front: "Ya want ta go down that route?"

[-=XTF=-]Salmin: Your miner in dangerous, stop talking like that.

.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "had ta switch channels."
.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "Now - lass or lad."
.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "whats your name."
.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "Why you silent all of a sudden?"
.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "whats he doin'?"

Death: Spess_Junk was put out of action by [-=XTF=-]Salmin (Gun).

.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "Right."

Spess_Junk: That

.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "Ya a special breed of stupid friend."

[-=XTF=-]Salmin: Just was busy to kill one incompetent Junker.

.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "The only incompetent person here - is ya self."
.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "Attacking junkers."

[-=XTF=-]Salmin: Your words, i love it, are you ready for war?

Spess_Junk: No unfortunately

.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "War?" -laughter-
.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "not going ta be any fighting - just gonna be sending a few communications."

[-=XTF=-]Salmin: Seems you got too much freedom, as a traders.

.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: "And it seems ya got a little too much Cardamine in ya brains - We are done here."

[-=XTF=-]Salmin: Space is not safe for you nao.

.:j:.Scrap.of.Hearts: -Communication Terminated-

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[Hathor]

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[incoming.signal]
[decrypting.signal]

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From:Ghosts of Razgriz

Itziar "Hathor" Leiseka

To:Baer Locks

Re-routing/Echelon.broadband.spread - encryption maltese-Zeta-Epsilon

Source: Corsica outer sanctum
Topic:XTF pirate action

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[decoding.message]
[message.loads - opening.visual-transmission]

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Baer Locks,

I'm not quite sure what to think about this message. first of all I don't know the person that was shot as you didn't really submit any information about him, so I don't know what made the extreme fighter to shot him down in the first place. Secondly it would be for the best if you would contact the extreme fighters first, before you contact the Maltese authorities so these accusations wouldn't be one sided.

I believe they can give you a valid explanation.



For power. For Ishmael. For the Ghosts.
Salutes.
Itziar "Hathor" Leiseka.

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[encrypting.signal]
[signal.lost]

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[Sciamach]

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To: "Baer Locks"
From: Crimson Inquisitor, Erikasaria Espinosa

Saluti junker alleato, è un piacere sentire da voi

Sounds like another case of the same dolts that like to spend their family's fortunes on a naval vessel, then fly them down to that cesspit that is Liberty...

And sorry to hear about your friend, I'm hoping you'll be able to find him another vessel to use (provided he lived of course.) I stand a little concerned that the mention of the Junker's alliance with the Cross was not enough to dissuade this simpleton from his acts of idiocy but I suppose that will have to be an issue for another time.

Regardless, consider it handled.

--Inquisitor Espinosa

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