To: Hacker Personnel Department, Mactan. From: "Dialectius" RE: Me, you, one big party.
Good evening ladies, gentlemen and everything in-between.
I've bumped into a few of you fine citizens in space, and no doubt you saw me too, even if it was just in passing. I'll be keeping a hold on my name for now, seeing as over the last few days I haven't used it at all. I gotta say... This alias business, it's addictive. Moving on slightly, I have to say, that was some mighty fine handiwork I witnessed when you all dealt with that Convoy, well... convoy. Makes you wonder why they didn't send an escort ahead, considering they had two of em. Now, on to the meat of the issue, as it were.
Up until recently I was an Agiera employee. Seeking refuge with your organisation was more a pre-emptive strike than anything. I had a choice between jumping overboard early, or making kids toys on Houston for 20 years. That's no choice at all. Over the last few years working with the corporation, I was one of the sympathisers that fed software patches to you lot in return for a more-or-less insubstantial amount. I would claim to be an idealist, but I'm more a man of leisure on a limited wage. Or I was anyway. Either way, the supervisors (who were on the take in some form or other too) knew there was a leak in my department and launched a big enquiry. I reckon I had about two days left when I scarpered.
Nabbed the keys to my bosses' private shuttle - a little CTE 750AE took off from Manhattan and plotted a course. Used my ID codes to get into Detroit, and had the techs bolt a Stunpulse on. My ID mixed with my bosses' ship probably set off alarm bells immediately, but I didn't hang around long enough for anyone to make anything of it. From there I moved on to Rochester, and then eventually to Buffalo. I decided to do what programmers do best and scrounge information in the cafeteria. The Badlands are a graveyard and full of wrecks - I almost added myself to it a few times. Made my cash scrounging off three or four tomb-ships then cashed in on an old Dagger. I'm guessing the assorted dead-men weren't too bothered about donating their worldly possessions. Not like they need em.
Got to Mactan a bit later and got into Docking Controls' good-books by grafting away at the job board. Mostly trashing 'Hunter property that had insinuated its way into the system, and giving various people one hell of a bad day. I got all the requested tech an' all. Phate said he'd verified that, so there was no need to burden this channel here with file uploads. Equipment funded with money paid by a freelancer for debugging her rep-recorder, seeing as someone was harassing her through the USI system. I also have a contract with Crimson.Reaver who is buying the names of any Bounty Hunters I come across.
We-ell, that just about sums everything up. Currently I'm billeted at the shared pilots dorm, at Mactan. I'll be sat around here until I get a message back. If you want any intel about the work I was doing back before, or my exploits since then, you're more than welcome to it. Just say. So long.
