The navy has apparently sent someone, namely Illusion, to hunt me down to the ends of the universe. He destroyed my ship, and i'm pissed about it. Request that Illusion is put on KoS list
Source: Ouray Base, Colorado System Comm ID: XA-Falcon (Glenn Thacker) Subject: Combat Report
Today, while supervising operations on the flight line, sensor contacts reported 2 transports outside Ouray attacking Starflier patrols and capturing the pilots. When the order came to scramble, I decided that my best place was in the cockpit of my Bomber. I couldn't very well let our boys fight to protect Ouray while standing on the flight line coordinating cargo and equipment transfers. Good thing I wore my flight suit today.
After undocking from Ouray, I immediately saw the two transports hanging less than a klick outside the base. I first targeted the larger of the two, a standard Libertonian Transport. After a few passes with my Supernova, I managed to catch one on his hull before his shields came back up. Fortunately, our comrades' escape pods survived the blast, and I was able to bring them aboard. I immediately turned my attention to the second transport, this one a Rheinland built Behemoth. God, those things are ugly. Then again, so are most Kraut ships. After seeing what happened to his partner, the Behemoth tried to engage it's cruise engines, but I managed to stop it with a Train CD. After getting a few solid hits on him, he managed finally get into cruise, despite my firing quite a few CD's.
After that fight, I remained on station in case anyone else decided to try our defenses. I was not disappointed. A Junker ship came on my scope almost immediately, but he remained out of range. With one of them there, I was not about to dock. At the same time, I had no intentions of leaving Ouray defenseless.
Again, my instincts were right on target. The Junker must have been acting as a diversion for the Bounty Hunter's Guild, as four Bounty Hunters appeared on my scope shortly afterwards, and the Junker backed away. After a bit of back and forth with them, during which time I was really hoping for some reinforcements, they finally worked up the courage to come over and attack me.
A furious battle ensued, in which I was assaulted by 3 fighters and a bomber. I focused my attentions on the Bomber, since it was the most dangerous to the base, and the easiest target for me to hit. After he led me on a bit of a chase, I noticed my Junker friend come back into range and join the battle. I couldn't resist the chance to kill him, so I started focusing my fire on him. After a couple passes, I dropped his shields and started cutting into his hull. At this point, he decided that running would be a good plan. Since that took him out of the fight, and I had 4 other potentially dangerous problems around, I didn't try to stop him or chase him. I returned my focus to the bomber, but was unable to do any real serious damage before being forced to withdraw. I managed to get back into Ouray barely a scratch on my hull. Fortunately, they followed me right into Ouray's defense grid and were subsequently forced to withdraw from battle.
Source: ouray base
Comm ID: XA-Jeck White
Subject: update
A few days ago i and a few of our indies hosted a radio show in new york. We were on air for about an hour and a half.... and rustled up a few people who were interested in becoming a xeno.... dont know if they will take the initiative to apply tho... lazy bums... after that we prceeded to newark station, where we hacked into the station and took it hostage. a tremendous battle followed, and sadly eventually they forced us to retreat back to ouray. I think we showed them wat an organized force of xenos can do.
Source: Ouray Base, Colorado System
Comm ID: XA-Rand.Y'Bashtad
Subject: Combat Report
During a recent combat exercise outside Ouray Base with XA-Pygmy, I was collecting the unfortunate Bounty Hunter pilots that seemed to simply spew out of their corkscrewing imploding ships in my general vacinity when an abrupt Ion storm blew my computers to mush. I will get back on course and continue maneuvers as soon as possible.
For an HQ, the Alamo was anything but glamorous. There were, for starters, several hundred thousand fewer bars within the Alamo than on a planet like Manhattan. But Theodor was not one to complain as long as the bar he attended had something other than Liberty Ale.
Theodor entered the bar and took a look around. Despite the surprisingly large open area, the room had only a handful of occupants, and sparing the tender, they all kept to themselves at different tables. These were people Theodor did not know. They were ex-miners, slaves, and lifters of very heavy things uncomplicated people who just wanted their jobs back not necessarily Theodors cup of tea.
Ted, come here! someone shouted.
A lone pilot in a corner had his hand up in the air. Theodor stared at him, trying to tell if the guy was attempting to bench press oxygen or if he just wanted another drink. When he turned his head to look at Theodor and motioned with his hand, Theodor took a step back, narrowed his eyes, and after a moments time decided it was acceptable to press forward.
The man smiled as Theodor approached. Awh, come on now you silly bugger, he said. Have a seat, have a seat.
Theodor took a booth more than an arms length away and looked his new companion in the eyes, still silent.
You must be Ted! Pleased to meet you. The names Landon Kramer. I know youre new around here and just wanted to give you a warm Xenos welcome!
Like most people comprising the Xenos ranks, Theodors education was severely lacking. In fact, hed barely attended grade school; he learned to read German and English not from formal lessons but rather off of counterfeit novels and comics his mother smuggled into Liberty when he was a wee young boy. Still, there was a saying he remembered from his elementary years about exclamation marks: Youve got ten of them to use throughout your whole life (ie: use them sparingly). This man this Landon Kramer clearly had never heard of it.
Ted? Theodor asked. He raised an eyebrow and glared. Youve got the wrong man, Mr Kramer. My name isnt Ted.
The Xenos pilot chuckled and removed a cigar from his pocket. They always said you were a quiet, stubborn jerk. Quite frankly, Teddy my boy, Im liking you more with every second we spend sitting here.
Theodor ground his jaw, shuffled his feet, and leaned forward, deepening his frown all the while. Listen one more time, sir: My name isnt Ted.
Apparently unable to help himself, Landon rolled back in his seat and laughed. He slapped his knee and moved his lips to speak, but then all he could do was collapse back into another amused hoot. It took him near half a minute to lower his voice.
Awh, come on now, he said. Ted! Its short for Theodor dont you know?
Theodor shook his head. You can call me Theo for short if you want. My isnt Ted.
Fine, fine. Theo it is, lad. Now come closer and let me buy you a drink.
It turned a tad humorous when a Liberty Navy pilot became so upset over the H-Fuel we stole at Fort Bush that he decided to expend valuable resources pursuing us.
Because of the Outcasts in Texas, the Navy was so quick to empty New York that we are able to pass through the legal route to Colorado and promptly raped Libertys superfluous profiteers of the working man.
****INCOMMING TRANSMISSION****
COMM ID: Jack 'Sidewinder' Tar
LOCATION: Ouray Base, Colorado
SUBJECT: Learnin' from Mr. Greerson
Now I knows dat I finally gots me the hang o' usin' this ol' heap o' junk, and it ain't gunna be makin' no more funny noises now. Dem tech boys must be awful proud o' me right 'bout now. *laughs*
Now in da past few week I been gettin' awful tired o' everyone callin' me stooopid, so I though I'd gets me learned in what it be t' be a Xeno. I put in a call t' Mr. Greerson, an asked him t'be a-teachin' me 'bout why we's a doin' this, an' he only dun gone an' opened ma eyes to how bad thin's really be. It weren't jus' ma folk's farm dat dun gone now, everywhere in liberty dere be da same problem, and true libertonian peoples is gettin oppressed (he taught me dat word an' all) by da government and especialy da LPI. Now he tells me dat when dat government privitised dat ol' pooolice force, dat was when thin's started t'get really bad for da common man like me.
Now dis only dun gone made me mad see... An' that next I jumped in ma Crow and I gun off on ma own t'see what I could do fer da xeno cause. I went and torped me a liberator (and dem things be hard to hit), then afterwards I dun go down to the bar on ouray an started talkin' 'bout how we was bein' oppressed, now everybody dere agreed wid me, but dem thought I was speakin' it good. Mr Chambers even dun said dat I dun well, an' he gun sayin' he been waitin fer me to learn me some stuff like dat, cus he been wantin' t' give me a promotion. He even said dat da men respects me, cus I be a bit o' an' ol' timer in da xeno movement.
Two days later he only gon' put me in charge o' the serpentis wing as wing leader. Now I was mighty honored, but he said dat if I proved masel' dere was more t'come.
Now dis' dun got me confused but I jus' got on wid ma new job, and boy wuz it hard at firs'. We Xeeners be a stubborn bunch, and dem boy dat I commanded didn' do much listin' at firs', so I got shoutin' at dem an' dem soon fell inta line. Now dem dus what I says and when I says it. I'm proud of ma boys, bless 'em dem got hearts o' gold dem has.
Anyways, I be waiting fer Mr. Chambers right 'bout now cus he be tellin' me got sum news fer me.
Greetings. I have spent the last hour in the bays trying to recover data from my Hawk. Unfortunately that particular area on my ship seems to be MIA. I regret to inform you that all previously recorded data was lost. I will soon launch for an attempt to recover or replace said data. Until this time, I am, how do you say? Up a creek without my paddle? I will of course report for a full debriefing upon completion of this task.
Rand out.
Process finished....Encryption complete....Message will be delivered upon return to the system.
Log out.........
*****Transmission Terminated.*****
Source: XA-Blacktail, Ouray Base
Comm ID: Rath Tolan (aka Blacktail)
Message to: Registered alliance members
Subject: MIA sweep
Encryption algorithm: Network coded
-Message start-
It appears to me that you have listed me in MIA. Well i am to inform you that im not gone yet. the Liberty wont just take me to Huntsville now. I am still active and fighting for the Xeno cause. Yall know how i do. YOu must have listed me as MIA when we were separated in a battle and the Paperwork messedup. I dont know how you did it. Well im hereand ready fo action
YEE HAWW!
-Message end-
(sorry if you think i quit, i was on vacation. But i am back)
Grretings Gents. I have some solid news. I have recovered from the wreckage of a poor Junker I happened across to manage to get a bit of a news cast I had recorded and well, now we can archive it. Let me know if the voices come thru, I didn't get the entire box back, just a couple random circuits. Cheers....Rand.
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