The Lane Hackers | Recruitment

[Sabas]

Template code used with permission from Elektra.

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--Brute Forcing Rhino Neural Net Interface...//
//Firewalls pierced - Commencing Recombobulation//
//Connecting to network...//
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//Please enter access information://
-User: FEW74-B92
//Running decryption module...//
-Pass: *************************
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//Welcome to: Pilot Hangar Deck - Pueblo Station//
-Wipe personnel files: - Fighter Escort Wing 74 - Bravo 92 / Samuel Burton
-Last active Interface Used: Keplar - Convoy G-835 / Listed as MIA
-Sending Spike package - Corrupting Pressure Release algorithms.
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//File Corrupted//
-Shut down network clients -
//Shutting down//
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--Shut down system: netexhaust_deckb2
//Warning! Shutting down flight deck exhaust manifolds, may cause critical toxic fume build up, are you sure?
-Proceed
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--Completed++
-Open: Message.exe--
//Running Visual and Vocal Log//

This is Samuel 'Bull' Burton, if someone is tapping into this network package then listen well.

I "use" to be a light fighter wing pilot of Agiera till last week I was left to burn and rot in Keplar on a convoy mission. My job was to disfigure and atomize any pilot cocky enough to take on an Agiera convoy. I did everything out there from using missiles to photon weaponry during my stint here.

During the last convoy run it was listed to take a week and half but on the last leg, Xeno's broke out of the particle clouds, jumping the convoy as we lined up for the final trade lane to Colorado. We were horribly out gunned; during the fight most of the men were spaced who took part in the trip. They broke off the engagement after four of their ships were relocated to the four points on the system at the cost of a transport and three of our five fighter escorts.

The last transport had breeches on multiple decks and I saw several people sucked into the blackness of space in that system, flailing as they turned end over end till they winked out of sight, frozen in position. The Gull class transport named G-835, or Gurdy as the crew called her was facing a grim future inside that jump gate as we entered the final lane.

We lucked out on the final leg with no disruptions, and both fighters ejected all of our remaining nanobots as per orders to keep company assests intact. We knew we weren't going to make the jump and broke off formation to hold near the gate for help. Gurdy acknowledged the thanks as it used the remaining eight nanobots to repair her hull. It entered the gate without saying a word as we watched the ring spin, generating the magnetic force to hurl the transport to Colorado, and saftey.

Pueblo sent a transmission that a fighter wing was dispatched with repair supplies, neither of us could reply as our equipment was largely fried.

We spent hours next to the gate waiting for that fighter wing or even anyone that flew by. I felt like I was in the grave already.

With our oxygen reservers slowly becoming containminated from over use, Lewis Browski, my wingman volunteered to go up the tradelane, I acknowledged his reception with an attempted wing waggle that only served to make the ship groan and threaten to break on me altogethor.

He entered the lane and shot off into the distance; I was alone again, a reoccuring story in my life as it were. I'm not sure what happened to Lewis, I saw a flash of light from up the line after a couple of hours. It may have been him, I'll never know.

I reached under my pilot seat, deactivating my engine and weapons in an effort to save on H-Fuel and oxygen use. I could feel the solar winds brush the hull of my ship as I rocked from the occasional tug of a millenium old solar flare.

I lost co-...

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//Baffles closed - Exhaust building//

-..ount of the hours I spent free floating next to that gate. The fires aboard my ship had extinguished themselves on their own time and my only illumination came from my oxygen gauge as it danced with the 25% marker.

I fell alseep from oxygen deprivation not much longer after that, from what I was told when I finaly woke up from a foggy pit of hell that I felt like I spent hours climbing out of.

The crew that saved me detoured and dropped me off on Colorado at a shipping plateform. I spent a week working my accounts to scrap togethor for a starflier to reach Pueblo.

I'm leaving with my retirement benefit of locking this Rhino down to blow up on deck. Maybe those Gurdy bastards will get sucked out of the breech in the station's hull.

I'm heading for the free worlds of Cortez and Magellan. I'm attaching information to this audio log, Samuel 'Bull' Burton singing out.

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-- Assmebling Packet Information // Purging Corrupted Data // Reacquiring Data Loss // Packet Assembled --

-- Packet Information --

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--Intrusion point lost--
//Access Point Deleted
//Echo trace lost
//Alpha Layer Corrupting Connection
--Closing--
-Reactivate systems
++Booting...++
--Boot Failed // Connection Lost // Closing Automatically
++Boot Deleted++
//Rhino Class Transport Responder Lost//
-Disconnect

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