Well, now, I suppose that little escapade out of Colorado did give me the scare! But then again, during my old line of work, I've learned to deal with situations far worse than this.
I suppose that you'll be wanting my credentials on how I slaved away in the corporate world and bowed down to their disgusting, fat pockets filled with stolen money. In all honesty, my hatred for those scumbags proceeds far beyond before I was born. Y'see, my family used to work for DSE (Deep Space Engineering) and Interspace Commerce. Me dad used to be an engineer for fixing those supply depots, stuffing them full with medicines and food that are reserved for "the elite" ONLY. My mam's working a desk job in IC, a glorified accountant paid to handle all the money for the corporate she was working for. To them, bowing down and playing mouse secured their only source of income, so to speak. They kept telling us "At the end of the day, you'll all be serving a higher power."
Well, I wasn't one for following a bloody, higher power.
After I graduated out of Cambridge, I needed to earn some credits so I could finally free myself from my family's shackles. Of course, the only jobs they had were through their contacts from the sleazeballs from DSE. Apparently, they kept pushing me to join this little engineering group that focused on some form of crypto-technology; stuff they use to hack into the artifacts and study them! Well, I wasn't a whole fan of those DSE pigs, but I did love me some of those Artifacts. So much power, and with nothing to control them. I wasn't going to let corporate have them to do with as they so pleased. I began to create a facade, a mask, to hide my true intentions. I became DSE's little lackey, taking their information and began using it for myself. The artifacts that they had were tremendous!
That was a few years ago...before Pueblo.
It was a normal day in space, the asteroids lazily skimmed the side of the station. I was busy typing up my report for the day when I decided to call up my Mum and Dad. Every day, an hour after lunch-time, they would always call me to see how I was doing. I mean, don't get me wrong, I hated the corporation, but what they don't understand was family. I loved them, despite how their cowardice forced them to live a life that restricted them to so much. I didn't want that for them. Just for once, I wanted to see them on top. Anyway, here I am, trying to open my Neural Net, when all of a sudden, my room went pitch black. Everything was dark, my equipment, my tools, it was just me. All alone in the darkness, I could hear the sound of boots walking across the hallway...
It was the damn Navy. They finally got on to me. I knew I couldn't let myself get caught.
I escaped through a broken vent that led to the hanger. Using the codes that were sent to me via an anonymous Neural Net, I was able to hijack a transport and flee to New York. I had to land in Rochester of all places. Damn Junkers, their base and living accommodations were trash, but I didn't mind. After a few missions and earning some extra money in my pocket, I decided to contact my family on another Neural Net. However, as I was scrolling through the news section, I saw that my entire family had been arrested. My father was wanted for arson, treason, and the tampering of DSE supply depots. Mother was put on money laundering and racketeering charges that were linked to the bloody Corsairs. Corsairs, of all people! Their sentence: maximum life with no parole.
I was furious; both at myself and at the damn corporations. They gave Liberty their all, hard work without complaint, and this was their gift? Shoving them deeper back in the mud? And, why wasn't I there to protect them? All I focused on was my damn crusade for freedom, to achieve power so that no one had to live under the tyranny of capitalism. I didn't see the true path...the one, true goal that was supposed to be my only goal.
Power must be CONTROLLED.
So, I had to leave Liberty. I gave up my old life, sold my ship, and came to Cortez. The Rogues and Junkers, they were like us. People that had been cast out from society and thrust into the cold void of Sirius. Liberty calls them thieves, rapists, murderers, arsonists, and terrorists: I see them as the real voice of the people. Without evil, there can be no good. Without sin, there can be no control. Without control...there can be no power.
I will free my family. I will bring down the corporations.
I will see power restored to the people.
-V.L
Mission 1: Optionals: Tagged a couple of Xenos outside Colorado. After jumping out, decided to celebrate my newfound freedom by raiding some pesky Police and DSE Depots! How's that for my resignation letter?
Mission 2: Optionals: Perhaps Liberty Rogues are just rough, ol' sweethearts who need a hug. So, I decided to take care of a little Bounty Hunter Installation in the Badlands. Thanks for the drinks, honey, I'll see you soon.
Final Run to Montezuma: Well, here I am. 50 units of Cardamine, and a face ready to tear some corporate dogs apart. I'll be waiting for you gents very soon.
PERMANENT AFFILIATION POLICY CONSENT: I hereby agree that my character will be permanently affiliated with The Lane Hackers. In case of leaving the official faction I am allowed to continue playing my character only under independent Lane Hacker affiliation in accordance to generally accepted Lane Hacker lore.
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