Comm ID: Richard van Pelt
Location: Rochester, New York
Yep, Hessian diamonds are selling like slaves from prison stations. Been making quite the tidy little fortune off of them lately . . . Anyhow, what . . hmmm.
Oh yes! I misplaced the ugly pictures, but I do actually have something to report. There had been a tagged Unioner pilot in the jersey debris fields a little while back. He was saying something about . . Unioners shooting junkers, for shooting unioners. Not really sure what he was on about, guy seemed a tad confused, but should be something worth looking into. At least . . I think he was a unioner. Should I run into him again, I'll be sure to write down the fella's name. Also heard through the grapvine of a Corsair cruiser at Rochester. We have got to get a new docking master, one that isn't perpetually stoned. The current one has in the past, also let in Order and Kishiro pilots. I mean . . come on.
As an aside to Arbitor Crow, still no word on the weapons deal for the SS. Though my brother informs me pilots are training as we speak.
I'll uh . . try to write reports and fly before drinking and indulging myself from now on. Can't make any promises however.
*Bridge of the Wake*
*Arecaibo Docking Platform*
*Finn paces grimly*
Right.
I'm bloody well fit ter be tied, I is. *leans in close, a vein on his forehead pulses*
Today the .:j:.Dropkick, piloted by me lad, Murphy (who is in medbay here recovering from vacuum-burn), met in Omega-5 with the good Cap'm .:j:.Pullo, and an Indie Junker tagged ShowNoMercy, for the execution of this bounty on Roger.Claymore.
After offerin' the rotter a chance ter repent, and bein' greeted wif naught but rudeness an' dull wit, the three Recyclers engaged 'im in the minefields o' Ronnenburg.
Th' ShowNoMercy, after some impressive pilotin', was th' first down, and Murph was able to tractor in the pilot's pod as 'e swept around fer a stoop.
As th' pirate Claymore engaged Murphy in earnest, 'e was joined by another vessel, tagged Neo-Viking|Ahr, who also angaged us, and the .:j:.Dropkick was breached. Murph's pod were slow ter seal an' 'e suffered decompression wounds.
In a valiant attempt at saved honor, tha' crazy .:j:.Titus.Pullo swung through an' engaged both pirate pilots loike a ruttin' madman. As fate would 'ave it, 'e also was ripped open, an' my sincerest apologies to me good friend Lucius Vorenus for th' loss o' his hardware. Hopefully 'e got 'is pilot back safely, I've 'eard nuffin' from 'im - an' sometimes no news is good news, aye?
*rubs knuckles*
So'z Oi'm bloody ticked off. I want this puke in bleedin' chains!
E's taken down now, that we know of, two Congress vessels and two indie Junkers what were clearly under th' protection o' Congress. *glares*
Soon's Murph's able to move, Oi'll be movin me assets inta yon area. I'll nae rest till this 'un's a bloody pulp oozin' life at me feet. Or workin' th' fields on Malta...
Either'll do nicely.
I've just heard a report from Omega that Roger Claymore has taken out
a fleet of Junker ships, ShowNoMercy & .:j:.Dropkick.Murphy made it back
to base ok but .:j:.Titus.Pullo is still missing.
A full hunt will be made for his escape-pod ASP. Looks like they took it bad
in the field out there, all intel recieved say's this Claymore is a good fighter
as his backup also. Great care should be given with this Freelancer
& not to be taken lightly.
*Bridge of the Wake*
*Arecaibo Docks*
*Finn sips from a flagon of Invergordon Black Ale*
Aye, an' a report, I spose, is in order 'ere...
'Terday me lad Murphy was ent'rin th New York system when 'e sees a Golden Chrysanthemum agent we've done work with in th' past, an hails her.
I'll keep th' lass' identity to meself fer 'er safety, but she informed me pilot tha' there were a row n' runction brewin' in Rochester airspace. Seems some o'er zealous Bouynty Hunter n' his hired meatbag were after a Hacker tagged Dante's.Inferno what'd taken refuge there, but dinnae 'ave th' sense ta dock n' ride it out.
An independent Junker by th' name o' Wayne Hallmeyer, fine chap by the way, were tryin' ter 'old th' peace but 'is CSV simpley weren't up ta th' task at hand, as t'were.
So Murph goes rippin' in 'ere an' sees these hunters, Mystique an' Clyde a'firin an' a'shootin at the poor beleagured Hacker, not 2k from Rochester.
Wif th' aid of the good Cap'm Hallmeyer, Murph entered the live combat area.
Th' ensuing conversation went summin' like dis 'ere... Partial Comm Transcripts
Aside from th' hail o' gunfire them careless rutters were pointin' at each other, no shots were fired.
They broke off't an' buggered off in th' end, an' Rochester returned to green status.
Tis nearly a shame, but th' .:j:.Dropkick's engines stayed cool and weapon safeties stayed locked.
End Report.
.:j:.
Congressman Tim Finnegan
Coileach an Taobh Tuath
Greetings I've uh...well this must be quick. I'd vote to hold a congressional session regarding recent events around Rochester, namely Xenos and Phantoms. Seems our bigoted friends have well, made friends, and decided to try steamrolling through Liberty with said friends.
He looks over at his arm, blood trickling down it from a shrapnel wound, metal shards still protruding from it.
Rochester uh....got attacked, big time, and neither the station's defenses or the single fighter standing by- myself unfortunately, could do much about the hoard of fighters and a cruiser-class vessel that were surrounding it. These uh...well they showed zero signs, at least in my eyes, of being open to diplomacy of any sort. Months ago I'd even sent a message back to 'em, via one of their pawns. I believe deputy Arbiter Trenton knows too well what happened after that.
Richard turned his head away from the screen, returning to it with a look of barely restrained fury in his eyes.
With all due respect, we need to do something about these gorram pests, something not talk related, less this happens again. They got away with it once, there is no doubt in my mind those |Censored| freaks will do it again. I attach a few shots I was able to take of the event before retreating behind the base's shields.
## SYSTEM START.........ONLINE ## User - TJ
## Password - *********
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## TIMESTAMP - 19.55 - 28 JULY 818AS
Greetings..
It has been brought to my attention that this gathering place is where the main hierarchy for the Junker nation are present.
I shall introduce myself - I am TJ_Hagz, former racing pilot from Invergordon spaceport. For further information on my current life and status, I have created a diary.
I look forward to hearing from fellow Junkers, space has not treated me well recently and I would be grateful for any help or direction when it comes to Sirius.
Thank you.
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Danny Debris here, of the Debris Drifter. The Congress always has time to greet fellow Junkers, especially respectful ones. Sorry to hear of the trials and tribulations of your past, it's a Junkers life. If you are going to be looking for employment in or around Liberty or Trafalgar, let me or the wife know. We do have a few questions for you though.
First, the Recycler is a beautiful piece of machinery, no doubt about it, but it's not a moneymaker. How do you propose to make the scratch to maintain it? Not a lot of work for Junker escorts, the big corporation pilots don't trust us and the little ones can't afford us. There is some profit to be made hunting bounties for the Congress and other Junkers, but not as much as one might think.
Second, is this a prelude to an application for acceptance into the halls of the Congress, or simply an introduction preceding somewhat questionable acts? If the first, give us a call, we'll fly with you a few times. If the second, I'll warn you. Heather (my wife) and I are a little peeved at the abuse of the various stations hospitality, and we aren't in the mood for funny business within thier borders.
## SYSTEM START.........ONLINE ## User - TJ
## Password - *********
## VERIFIED
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## TIMESTAMP - 07.41 - 29 JULY 817AS
Hi Danny.
Firstly, with the cargo hold of 200 I should be able to continue mining/hauling at a respectable rate while being able to fully defend myself. Also it's a great ship to venture out into the galaxy and find that crazy brother of mine. I have noticed it's a bit slow and sluggish - however I am new to this strange world of people shooting at you and am mostly defensive in nature.
Secondly, I harbour no ills against the Junker clan. The events on Invergordon may have cast me away from home however in the main - Junkers are family. You have my word I shall not violate said stations hospitality.
As for application into the congress, I will consider applying. I am very new and inexperienced and I don't think I would make a quality addition as of yet. My plan is to wear the Junker ID with pride and search the galaxy. Once I find my brother, once the secrets of my past have come to light - I will carefully consider my position.
I shall visit you in Liberty friend, and drink to our trials in life. Once the ion storm dies down.
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