' Wrote:** When Tiburcio snuck into McGoo's office to get some of McGoo's wife home baked cookies, he couldn't help noticing the blinking, red warning light on the desk. Curious as he was he went for the desk and messed around a bit until the blinking stopped. On screen was the message from Bad_f_mad. **
"hm.. i know this guy, blacktigar. At least i remember having some conversations with him. He had some malfunctioning message transmitter or something... could only send messages on the frequencies used by ships. He asked me to register his ship for him.. well i couldn't be assed to do it, though i'm glad he found someone."
** Then Tiburcio heard someone trying to open the door. In an instant he snatched the box of cookies and left via an open window. **
Ship Armament:
2x modified corsair Light Mortor
6x Corsair cruiser-class Light Cannons
4x anti-fighter class Solaris turrets
Ship Defensive Systems:
Armor and Hull Upgrade: regular class Mark 8
Countermeasure Dropper: CM-5 HCM
Cruise Disruptor: CDT disruptor
Ship status: awaiting acceptence, all crew on standby
Assigned crew details:
Total crew: 45
Ship's commander:
Captian Jose Munoz
Biography on Captian Munoz
Age: 37.
Sex: Male.
Origin: omicron gamma
HISTORY:
Early Life:
Jose Munoz was born on crete in the Omircron gamma system. There he lived among the locals and spent many of his early years working in the docking bay, repairing and modifiying ships. This left him with much more technical experience in the many ship types that frequent the Omicrons than anyone else his age. He built up a reputation as a sort of master of modification and pilots from all Corsair regions often came to him for special technical customizations or repairs.
Though he rarely drank, Munoz spent much of his off-time in bars of Tripoli, listening in on the various people that came through who passed rumors to each other. It is around this time we believe he quit his regular job in the docking bay, possibly to investigate the overheard rumors independently.
Munoz spent most of his time exploring the uncharted regions of space as a modern day frontiersman. Many unconfirmed rumors and speculation surround him and his rugged ship. Some say that he's managed to convert his ship, the Atomsk, into a completely self-sufficient explorer ship, capable of replinishing its own oxygen/ration supplies in any environment. Others are convinced that he has actually become involved with an unknown or even alien organization based in the uncharted regions of space, though he has recently tested negative for any Nomad infections, so his involvement with a hostile alien race is highly unlikely. After years of exploring Munoz eventually got bored and headed home, He worked for a decade as an Corsair squadron commander, being really adriot in flying and in time was promoted to Captian. He was offered a ship, but he turned it down and started to build his own cruiser, after half a year the modified Cruiser was complete and now he awaits registration for the "First Prodigy"
------------------Incoming Transmission------------------
To: The Corsair Capitalship Registration Burau
Comm ID: Hyperion
Source: Planet Crete, Omicron Gamma
Vessel Class: Praefect Class Cruiser
C.O. Marco Venturi
Dear Counsel of Elders: I, Marco Venturi, request the registation of a Praefect Class Cruiser. It has been on planet crete under going a refit for the past 2 months.We are currently pending command decision. i am looking forward to your reply.
Crew: 90 crew combat ready
Ship: All systems currently online and combat ready
//OOC the reason this is so late is because ive have been off playing Guildwars for the past 2 months. ive come back and hope to get back into the community, and start playin again
McGoo walked into his office, put his coat away and sat down. After a quick stretch, getting ready to work, he reached into a drawer for some cookies.
The drawer was empty.
He opened another drawer, reached in and pulled out a sawn off shotgun, and sticking the muzzle into his mouth, without pause he pulled the trigger.
When Gilette Quattro, walked into Head Clerk McGoo's office to remind him there was some overdue paperwork, he saw his boss, well, his late boss, slumped backwards on his chair on his desk, with the top of his head blown off.
'Guess this means I'm promoted.'
Sparta-kicking the late clerk's corpse of the chair, he sat down and got to work.
Not bad for a day's work. Quattro admired his office, warm wooden floor and desk, creamy white walls. He could really enjoy working here. As he looked up at the ceiling, he said to himself 'Better get that cleaned though...'
with all my respect i ask you to register my ship on wright
my ship is not praefect it is huntress sory for extra work but i need that sorted out enjoy
i am sending you a box of my most favorite cookies enjoy
' Wrote:Name of the captain: [WDR]Werner
Ship designation: El Principe De Asturias
Faction: WANDERERS [WDR] (Unnoficial yet)
ID: ZONER
Class: Corsair "Praefect" Cruiser
I don't know if i need to register this ship here or in zoner capital ship registry.
This one was rebuilt using a wrecked hull found in Amarus Cloud near Freeport 5, i guess it was seriously damaged in combat and abandoned when it was unable to go further, i was looking on it for long (almost 2 years), but nobody came to fix it and we considered it abandoned.)
Then WANDERERS went onboard, the hull was repaired to be able to jump to Omicron 74, where our engineers remain repairing it using both zoner (mostly) and (really expensive and difficult to find) corsair supplies.
This is the flagship of WANDERERS right now.
The old name we found on the hull was "El Principe De Asturias", to remember those brave who died in battle with this ship, we won't change the name.
--Incoming Transmission from The Humberto--
Subject: Registration of the Praefect class cruiser Humberto.
Identification: Humberto, (alias Satan), status: Factionless Corsair.
Greetings fellow Corsair,
I'd hereby like to register my Praefect class cruiser. She isn't completely finished yet, she still needs weaponry adjustment and a new shieldarray. After that the registration is the last thing needed for her to fly into open space.
The crew, currently 30 men, consist only of Corsairs. I have taken it upon me to train several youngsters as engineers. The Humberto will be patrolling in Corsair space to keep an eye on Bounty Hunter and Nomad activity. The Humberto will supply at Crete and our proud shipyard. I will also try to limit her fuel use by using a carefully planned route that will enable me to use our momentum for thrust. I am not sure this new technique will provide a significant fuel-use decline though.
I await your approval with great anticipation.
"This is just too crazy, Hipolito!" Sanchez shouted on the last kilometers to Norfolk Yard. "We cannot just steal a prison ship, bring it to Gamma and use it as a defensive weapon!"
"And why can't we?" Hipolito Menderez was flying the bomber both of them were sitting in.
Sanchez was almost crying when he complained about Menderez always doing things where he might go out as a hero but Sanchez always getting the punches and hits. Also Hipolito - he said - was an ugly name.
They were started two days ago from Cadiz with just a few units of food to Liberty because the house just finished a prison ship. "They are huge, they can fly, they can shoot," was the result of Menderez' thinking process. "Osiris design is stolen aswell and we are pirates".
"By the way you are wrong, Sappaledo Sanchez. This ship is not needed for Crete. We have many cruisers and Legates out there. We need some defense line against Red Hessians in Omega-5 for the sake of the OPG. The H-Fuel for the ship is almost easily stolen in Cambridge. Without this ship, I don't think we can hold Cadiz any more!"
Norfolk was very near, but Menderez held a distance of twenty kilometers to it. "Okay, Mr. I-Know-Everything, how do we steal a ship out of the main system of Liberty?" Sanchez was very nervous, although he trusted Hipolito more than any other corsair. "We fly in, we grab that thing, we fly out, HOLA!" Menderez was laughing now.
Sanchez thought that this cannot be worse than the procedure every child in Gamma has to deal with - seeking artifacts in a lame ship and come back.
Scanners of the bomber didn't notice any bigger Liberty ships. "Okay, if this shouldn't work - at least we tried it" Menderez was at 350 km/s, stopped and shot two nova torpedos at Norfolk's steal cables which held the ship. After accelerating to 350 km/s again, they both ejected and somehow got into the capital ship.
Inside there were some workers, unarmed. Hipolito and Sappaledo took them hostage and let them fly the ship.
After landing on Cadiz, the hostages needed to be killed because there was no food to feed them. A crew of Cadiz' best pilots, including some of the OPG, were sent out to steal h-fuel so the ship could be launched new painted and with a new name: [OPG]Arremetida.
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[OPG]Arremetida
Prison Liner
Crew:
Chief Master Sergeant and Captain: Hipolito Menderez
First Sergeant: Sappaledo Sanchez
Master Sergeant: Ines Imelda
Technical Sergeant: Javier Escrantante de Puego
Staff Sergeant: Ignacio Salamanca
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