Ouray's control tower was a messy hub of noisy communication operators, bickering logistics officers and maintenance chiefs arguing with squadron commanders about why their birds were still on the deck instead of in the fight.
Ouray's role as the Xeno's firebase, their home on the front, lent her a near constant atmosphere of tense excitement. Between the constant rotation of ground crews, injured pilots and the ever pressing chance that the whole operation would need to be uprooted given an naval incursion things rarely fell into any sort of stability.
But how it didn't register as an event of worth how some exceptionally foreign looking person managed to slink his way onto his ready room to inquire about signing the dotted line made David more than slightly irate.
David flipped off the monitor displaying the taped recording of the man's interview with no small lack of humor, ejecting the memory card he handed it back to Glenn.
"Viper, I dunno who this clown is. But we've got hicks, drunks and all manner of 'ignant pissed off savages manning the sticks of our rag tag fighters. But I'll be danged 'afor I put one of my ships into the hands of some fool who can't put down the tote for five minutes before wasting my time with an application. Especially none looking so daggon silly as that pleb." Musing for a half moment he carried on. "Grab some muscle and go on down to have a chat with that fellow, find out where he's from. He got onto our base, so he knows someone. If he checks out see about putting him to work on the docks, he can try applying in a few weeks once he's cleaned up some. If he doesn't check out... Well, send him on his way via the airlock sans a ship."
David stood up with a rueful smile. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a few bomber repairs to yell about"
( will be playing different RP roles, but commited to each one i take)
coming from a long chain of Xeno fighters, young Goodmama is looking to continue the family tradition in causing trouble for everyone else. Loyal, and brash is ready to make a dent in liberty
Slowly lowering his reading glasses he gave them another read 'afor giving the transfer request one more read over.
Er, is this some kinda transfer request? It reads like the highlighted section of a B sci-fi holo. Dang spam can reach a fellow anywhere.
David hastily scrawled the request with: "Y'all better give me a better idea of you who are, where you're coming from and what you're looking to accomplish here in my squadron 'afor I'm giving you one of my birds." before tossing the form into his outgoing mail pile.
Attempting contact with Ouray base......
Contact failed....
Hacking into Ouray Base.......
Hack succesful......
-Incoming message-
Identification- Jack "Blackstarr" White
To: Xeno Alliance
-Message-
(Static) Liberty has failed me too many times..... (Static) am a ex navy pilot..... i have seen the truth..... the horrible truth..... (Static) ...... Must fight back..... (Static)..... Have escaped Manhattan with my life..... (Static) ...... Application Attached (Static)
Dear Xeno Alliance,
I am Jack "Blackstarr" White. I have seen the truth the corrupt houses have made. I want to fight back, to repay them for the many years of suffering they have caused me. My wife was brutally kidnapped and slaughtered by the government because she uncovered secrets. They all must die...... Please help me find my revenge......
David sat very still. He slowly scanned the room for any sign that the errant signal had been intercepted by any other operators in the comm tower, everything buzzed along as normal, the usual cascading calls dictating fleet movements throughout the Colorado system continued without pause. He quickly re-opened the transmitting channel to wrap up his prior conversation.
"Datrian, ah, er, yeah. Keep doing what you're doing"
"Wha!? We need backup dang*static*" David mulled as he muted the transmission that the application had piggybacked in with, he didn't know much about much, though it made him wonder just how naked their comms were to the Lane Hackers.
Giving the room another cursory glance he plugged in a set of rondevu co-ordinates and transmitted them back to Sunbeam
"Mate, shaddap and listen. If you're lucky some busted up feller will make it to that spot in one piece. Slap a friendly iff on him and drag him in. I wanna get first dibs on this guy before any of the other squads hear about this!"
"Bu, help, Navy, fire!" David closed the transmission and sat back with a smile. About time someone came around with a bit of fire in his heart and some potential to smash things up some!
Source: Barrow
Comm ID: Jonathan Hype
to: XA leadership
Dear Leaders of the Xeno Alliance. My name is Jonathan Hype, i'm the son of Adrian and Marielle Hype, both former Xeno pilots, now dust in Texas since about two hours. Now, the wish of revenge has gained superior over my mourning. I have untill now done a lot of paperwork on Barrow, mostly i was sending reports of losses and death to the familys who are living on one of our bases. Now Liberty forces killed my parent, needing like twelve Defenders against two Hawks, i feel like my time has come to skip the paperwork, and go out fighting against Liberty for the cause of the Xenos.
Well heck! Homegrown boy eh? Lookin' to get away from those Barrow boys... Well, as much as I'd like a desk monkey to take care of these heaps o' paperwork for me so as to let me get my ass out of Ouray and into the air, suppose he deserves his chance at manning a stick and getting a spot o' payback on them lawdogs.
name: Cpt.Goodmama
codename: Black Mamba
height: 5 foot 9
weight:165
planet of origin: Denver
ever since the liberty factions decided to become a controling power instead of a fair goverment i wanted to prove a point, all the factions other then the xenos are corrupt and full of awe intentions. I plan on making a living showing liberty what it deserves, xenos or death! hopefully by serving the Xenos i will make my family proud , all of which have served the xenos in some form or another, my father was a cook for Ouray base but every effort matters! i hope to serve through lasers, almost as powerful as my fathers xeno chili suprise
The names Khaine, Khaine Ine. I'm not gonna sit here an tell ya every second of ma life, yeh'see i aint much of a talker. but if ya really wanna know the deal ill lay it down simple for ya
I was born with a mutation, mother said it was cos my father worked in a poorly maintained station in liberty, too much back ground radiation seeped through its grizzled aluminium walls.
My parents, they kept me indoors alot, i never knew why. I never questioned, because i never knew different. that is until my farthers so called friend reported me to the liberty security services.
they knocked down our door, stunned my defending father, and took me away, to a place where you are broken down into drooling drones for liberty. and why? ill tell you why to make people feel "safe"......... safe from a child....
the guards taunted me, called me a monster and a freak. as you can see my mutation isnt unsimlar to the outwards look of a mythilogical beast some know as "wearwolfs" or "lycans". sorta makes my name ironic but im just rambeling, back to the story.
it was 20 years i was locked away for before using a riot to my advantage, and escaping. from that point till now ive been spending my life underground in sewer networks surviving as best i can.
you know they say liberty is the land of the free and the wealthy, all i think about is how i want freedom, freedom FROM! the confinement of libertys chains. instead i have to lock maself down here in this rotting festering hell to escape the discrimination of this so called land of the free.
one day ill get outa here, an im gonna find people who have been what i have been through and one day we will bring down this chained society.