*Vincent turns on the visual feed, and stares with one eye at the camera to make sure it is in one piece. He then gets up and starts walking left and right inside the cockpit, speaking with a rapid accent*
Heya theeere, muchachos!
I have no idea if this frequency is correct since I only got to piece together stray data. I've got several questions. What is this Commune? Your Agent didn't give me a bright explanation 'cause of some "lack of authorization". I spent around one hour piecing together whatever she and the Commune Bomber said - what I got is that these cultists study Nomads and sympathize them. There has to be something more concrete, right? Some names, goals? Something? Anything?
I've trained 10 years to explore Sirius and dig out as much as possible. First thing I meet? Cultists and Order bossing around. the voice was kinda hot...- I mean uh. This...contract I got from the Commune. A weird task, but I digress. Now I find it kind of hard to make a living since all my funds went to repairing a certain piece of hardware and keeping my ship fixed - and stomach fed.
On a second note, do you guys have something that needs to be done? Anything? I prefer earning cash more efficiently than drying out random bank accounts - it takes a little bit to find out how the owner's dog or cat is named, eh.
Happy Holidays, by the way. And uh...Eliza. If you get this message - how about we see ourselves on Dabadoru? I know its the whole holiday season and such so...-
*Before Vincent could continue, he tripped on a cable, making him fall on the ground as he gasped for air because of the shock. He crawled to the board computer, and lifted his arm - the only thing visible beside the Pilot Seat - and closed the transmission with a clusmy gesture with his hand*
Security Level: High Signal Strength: High Priority: Medium
Sender: Lt. Eliza Fischer Recipient: That Freelancer Subject: Your Curiosity
Hola,
Lieutenant Eliza F. of the Order Overwatch is speaking. I'm not satisfied with your curiosity, risking your life next to those monsters. Albeit you judged the Order for the apparent terrorism in Rheinland, you're coming here contacting the "actual" Order expressing your interests about things you should care the least about, unless you plan on becoming one of us, which I don't anticipate to happen. Si, I remember the conversation quite well. You should be happy to have the ability to send those embarrasing messages to our organisation. Also being one of reasons the Order doesn't trust anyone.
To stop your constant concerns about the Commune, you've seen relatively enough in the dialogue who they are, as they didn't admit to directly cooperate with the Nomads. They participated in many assaults against the Order with the Nomads. Noted as sympathizers of the Nomads. They're usually coming in Maltese ships, saying they still have the Maltese gens. In both cases, they're dangerous enough to cause terrorism.
That's all you should know. Besides that, I don't appreciate they fact you called us terrorists, being in our space openly insulting me, therefore, provocating me. You won't get to meet me. I have no time for these type of empty conversations. If you wish to earn some cash, you can always register on our Bounty Board and execute our hostiles. Judging by your abilities, I recommend you to avoid that and use that profession you told me about, in favour of the Order. Assist us in our operations, and you might get the chance to meet me, as I value only honourable Señors, if you want to have an excuse so I don't hate you as I do now.
Sincerely,
Lt. Eliza Fischer,
of the Order Overwatch.
*Vincent turns on the visual feed, and stares with one eye at the camera to make sure it is in one piece. He then gets up and starts walking left and right inside the cockpit, speaking with a rapid accent*
How was I to know that the Order aren't exactly terrorists? Honestly, I shouldn't have listened to hundreds of rumors of what crimes The Order apparently did and perhaps listen to those three or four that complimented you and you've got to be dreaming if you think I'd even attempt to crack open a Navy's computer in hopes to find something about The Order - if even he would have such things. Easy to crack things, but its harder to escape the dogs who track you down.
About Commune...yeah, thanks for "clarifying" who I just spoke to. I'm glad I didn't actually take that job before you showed up. Hell, I almost thought I'd earn some cash out of killing some presumably bretonian criminals. T'was too good to be true, ouch. So...shortly put: Commune are Nomad sympathizers who are also Outcasts that ironically study aliens. And not all of then sniff cocaine - I MEAN CARDAMINE.
About the uh...terrorist part. Sorry 'kay? Again, media is littered with how bad you guys look like -unlike the Core who seems to be considered saviors of humanity...assholes...- just urgh...sorry about that. I'm still a greenhorn when talking about Omicron's factions - one that didn't make his homework regarding background. But that can still be fixed right? And urgh, I heard something about bounties? Got a Neural Link to it? And what about the "operations" you could use my skills in? Good payment? Sorry about the constant questions about money, but I'm right now desperate, excited AND scared.
I've got no idea how to continue this conversation enough not to make me look bad...
*Vincent scratches the back of his head as he approaches camera with an embarassed look on his face, then gently turning off the video feed and transmission.*
Security Level: High Signal Strength: High Priority: Medium
Sender: Lt. Eliza Fischer Recipient: That Freelancer Subject: Your Curiosity
Hola,
Lieutenant Eliza F. of the Order Overwatch is speaking. It's too easy to manipulate you if you believe everything you hear, especially from those absurd Rheinland attempts to cover their aggressiveness. Nevertheless, stay away from the Commune and their allies that congratulate them and their ambitions.
You seem interested to earn some quick cash, our bounty board could possibly cover your needs. That's the registration part, and I'll make sure to reveal as much information to my leaders as possible before thinking to accept you, because I don't trust you just yet. I shouldn't worry about that much anyway, you'll need to deliver lots of information there by yourself.
Next time think twice before you speak.
Sincerely,
Lt. Eliza Fischer,
of the Order Overwatch.
*Vincent turns on the visual feed, and stares with one eye at the camera to make sure it is in one piece. He then gets up and starts walking left and right inside the cockpit, speaking with a rapid accent*
Sorry about being the ordinary civilian you see around the trade lanes, my bad - heh heh. About the urgh...damn this will be hard. I have no information to share, really. Like, come on! Would you write a novel from your experience in front of a computer for 10 years doing nothing but eating fast food, cracking accounts and selling out pirated video games? - I mean there is more than that but I'm kind of ashamed to go more in-depth... - I've done nothing notable, really -except getting kicked out from my apartment on Manhattan for tax evasion and hijacking 1 Million credits to save myself.
I've got no idea how to continue this conversation enough not to make me look bad...
*Vincent scratches the back of his head as he approaches camera with an embarassed look on his face, then gently turning off the video feed and transmission.*