INCOMING TRANSMISSION
Source: Maltese Intelligence Department
Subject: Maria Martinez
File name:Dossier and profile of the subject
[color=#FFFFFF]The following is[color=#FF0000][size=medium] classified eyes only information
GENERAL OVERVIEW OF THE SUBJECT: Maria Martinez is a fighter pilot currently flying for the 13th squadron based of Malta. Observations have show that Maria has a severe mental disorder acquired after a transport crash (See [color=#FF0000]SUBJECT HISTORY for details). As most Outcasts she resides on Malta, operating mainly in Tau-23 and Omicron Gamma
[color=#FF0000]SUBJECT HISTORY:
Childhood
Maria Martinez was born on 21st of December 798 AS in the family of a Don who took part in the Council of Dons. She has an elder brother Enrique Martinez and a sister Manuela Martinez. Her father was an outspoken critic of governmental system on Malta, believing that the people should elect the government as well as keen supporter of the Idea to establish better Cardamine smuggling routes in Rheinland. During one gathering of the council in 801 a violent argument erupted between Maria's father and Danielo Vitocheli- A Don convinced that Malta should be ruled by those who already had power and funds. The next year her father established a society of people that supported his political view, over the next few years the movement was involved mainly in propaganda spreading.On 9th September 807 AS Maria was at age of 9 she and her entire family were on board the Andalusia a "Pelican" Civilian Armored Transport, traveling to a distant settlement on Malta in order for her father to take part in a debate with Vitocheli. Exactly at 21:12 during atmospheric flight two simultaneous explosions took place aboard the Andalusia. One was in the ships communications bay, the other completely separated the anti-gravity generators from the ship. Unable to sustain flight trajectory due to the lack of aerodynamic surfaces, the Andalusia started loosing altitude. At 21:16 a third explosion took place destroying the ships maintenance bay along with the escape pods. At 21:46 the ship hit the ground with approximately 130m/s. The Graviton shields managed to sustain hull integrity but the crew experienced g-forces in excess of 40g. By sheer luck Maria was able to survive the impact by being engulfed in synth paste leaking from one cargo container ruptured during the 3rd explosion, when the ship hit the ground the Non-Newtonian fluid solidified gradually allowing it to absorb most of the impact leaving Maria with a few small bruises. Everybody else on the ship perished. When she regained consciousness she had left the ship seeing nothing but darkness fallen over the endless orange Cardamine fields. The next morning she came back inside the ship only to find her family dead, on her fathers body she found a small blood stained note reading:
"I will take care of him, Ma*t* will be **rs, Tell yo*r ***sairs that he will be dead by the end of the mo*th Signed: Vi*c**li"
She apparently took the note and continued exploring the ship. The destroyed comms bay prevented the ships AI to send out the emergency beacon. After one day Maria realized that help wasn't coming so she started to slowly move away from the ship. Food was scarce in the Cardamine fields leaving her with the few provision the Andalusia had on board. After 7 days she was spotted by a GC ship that picked up the magnetic signatures of the Andalusia's remains. Maria was 234km East of the crash site when she was rescued. Reports say that she was unstable and delusional stating that the "warmth" brought her to the GC ship. An investigation was sent to establish the cause for the crash, after 2 months the investigating commission declared "mechanical failure" as the reason for the crash. The same month Vitocheli won her father's territories on an auction. While exploring the wreck Maria however took a one more Item from the Andalusia's- the AI memory chip which kept record of everything that happened on the ship from the launch to the time of removal of the chip. The democratic movement died with her father. Andalusia's wreck was not recovered.
[color=#FF0000] The rusting wreck of the Andalusia as of 818 AS
TEEN YEARS Contrary to what the doctors said Maria did not regain her formal mental state. She spoke in riddles, often acted illogical making it hard for others to understand her. But one of the most striking changes after the crash the was that her body rejected Cardamine, or at least rejected it at the standardized doses. Thorough medical examinations were carried out and they determined she needed just one small dose per month to get the quantity necessary for the Outcast biology to function correctly. Medical test showed, however several big changes in her body, her brain had an unusually high Gamma wave activity, her kidneys deteriorated, her uterus shrieked to half of it's original size leaving her sterile, and her liver grew to 1.5 of it's original size. The scientists speculated that she ingested raw Cardamine in order to survive which resulted in extensive DNA rewrite. That would normally take centuries, instead it happened in a week. The other radical change however was the way she perceived the world. Her condition bordered that of schizophrenic yet her word even twisted contained sense. The emotions became mixed, sometimes she responded to grief with historical laughter excitement made her cry and sadness didn't really seem to provoke any expressive response. In 814 AS aged 16 she begun blackmailing Votocheli that she would quote "Rip open his SEE-CRETE to the world" unquote. In exchange Maria demanded that she joined the Naval Academy in order to become a fighter pilot. The following year 815 she joined the Academy, even though her condition broke at least 15 Outcast regulations. She graduated in 817 against all odds earning above the average marks. The same year on 10. 05. 817 A.S when the Council disbanded there was a popular Don's propaganda message being written all over Malta: Liberty dies in peoples' choice! She in term spread her own propaganda message: Written on Vitocheli's wall.
CURRENT STATUS Currently Maria Martinez is a fighter pilot piloting her own Series Z "Sabre" named "Asylum". She is part of the 13th squadron specializing in raiding enemy task groups rather than pirating or smuggling, operating mainly against the CR and the Corsairs. Her fighting style is unpredictable as she is, but as general it can be described as "suicidal" she comes in fast and hot, at low angles hoping to get the enemy head on, putting little afford to avoid collision, sometimes she doesn't even try. The Asylum is in 2-Debilitators 4-Krakens 1-Mini-razor 1-Kraken turret configuration. The fighter has little modifications some including the lack of escape pod, just an old fashioned ejection seat /Quote "No thrill in being the butterfly in her cocoon, it's much better to be the mosquito out in the cold" Unquote/
[color=#FF0000]Schematics of the "Asylum":
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Intelligence computers now taping in subject's private diary
Goal: Further enhancement of the dossier
Incoming transmission
From: Maria Martinez/home computer/
To: "Asylum"/ship's computer/
Target: Dear-kissy-kissy-diary.exe
Dear-Kissy-Kissy-Diary. I am giving you birth so we can go together as I venture out in the *shivers* "Great nothing filled with uhmmmm nothing" as well as in the depths of my mind. Who knows I might even spill my gray liquid around in the Great Nothing for the people to see, what an awesome idea. Anyways yesterday was way off. Me and my buggy-buddies from the *whispers* fatal number squadron the 13 ended up in a fight with with the Colonial Leftovers. Lovely guys really, I even had a diner with one once /shush don't tell that to the 13th/, today they were even nicer, even offered to send us to our spirits quicker /how nice I've always wanted to see there the big glowy NO-MADs live/ I showed them all the love that was MINE at the time but we barely made it out alive, but most of all IT WAS HELL OF A FUN! I plan on doing deed again soon, can't wait to spread my colors in their burrows again! Bye Bye Dear-Kissy-Kissy-Diary until next time
Incoming transmission
Location: Sector 3D Tau-23 system
From: Maria Martinez/hard suit computer/
To: "Asylum"/ship's computer/
Target: Dear-kissy-kissy-diary.exe
Date: 13:49 CMT 29th June 818 A.S
Related photograph:
Dear-kissy-kissy-diary. I am floating in the sea of nothingness due to the fact that I ejected after another lovely encounter with the Colonial Leftovers.Luckily I wasn't in you my sweet "Asylum" otherwise you would have been a fallen lollipop. First I met Blue-2 and a transport called Celeste. My childhood buddy Apollo made me happy he turned Blue-2 into glowing orb of thousands shiny stars. The Captain of the Celeste was expecting me to get on his ship and play with the ingredients of his brain instead I had a lovely mouth-to-ear-ear-to-mouth conversation with him. Not long after the son of Neptune showed up-Triton /scary looking mother/carrier-birdie/. Thankfully the MNS Ghost Rider was in the area. The Colonial Leftovers responded with a lot of I tried to make an Bretonian breakfast with the EGGS!!! but I burned it on the sun coming from Triton, bad sun, bad SOL-aris! Now the sun is gone and I am floating in the cold nothing waiting for you sweet Asylum to come and pick me up because I am freezing my backside off and the AUUUU2 is running low making me see things even funnier and more colorfully than I usually do.
Oh by the way I have a post card for you my dear Asylum:
Source: Maltese Intelligence Department
Subject: Maria Martinez
File name:Dossier and profile of the subject
Supplemental 1
[color=#CC0000] Andalusia crash investigation:
As of June 29th 818A.S the investigation of the "Pelican" transport the Andalusia is officially re-opened. A new evidence was submitted. The evidence itself is a video recording of what is believed to be the ship carrying all members of the Martinez family. The video was take from about 126km away by a soil testing unit stationed at the Cardamine fields.
[color=#CC0000]Time-lapsed video recording: [color=#CC0000]Analysis of the video:
The first two explosion occurs in 21:12 on September 9th 807A.S
One at the starboard side, the other just bellow the bridge. The hull maintained integrity and the transport was able to maintain altitude.In 21:16 third explosion is triggered on the underside of the ship creating a large portion of the hull. In the following .5 second the Anti-Gravitational generator separates and can be seen flying away from the ship, the ship looses altitude rapidly The video cuts as the Andalusia disappears behind the horizon.
The full speed video is stored in the Mainframe of the NAVAL intelligence, it will be provided if necessary as evidence.
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Intelligence computers now taping in subject's private diary
Goal: Further enhancement of the dossier
Incoming transmission
Location: Sector 3D Tau-23 system
From: Maria Martinez/home computer/
Target: Dear-kissy-kissy-diary.exe
Date:30th June 818 A.S
Dear-kissy-kissy-diary, What a day!!! I spent most my day away from my favorite island planet in space:
Malta instead spend it in that beautiful black-green-blue-system dotted with countless space rocks called
Tau-23. When the big ball of fire rose above the horizon I went to play with some rock-digging birdies, but
instead I found my favorite group in the whole universe: The Colonial Leftovers Ta-Daaaaaaa! The guys
were pretty involved giving two XTF guys a pretty fair fight:
They didn't engage me though, I think they like my company *blushes*. Baal was even nice enough
to offer me a place in his Republic...an offer which I turned down with Razor kisses!To be fair I hated that I
had to say to him but I was still crazy, and his words still didn't have much sense. Not long after my favorite
part of me........not the one you are thinking about you perverted text editing software, the other one!!!! So
my favorite part of me showed me some pretty weird things. I begun seeing Colonial Leftovers turning to
rock! My neural implants even recorded my squishy-grey-matter's waves to recreate what I saw: It was kinda scary there are a lot of space rock in this system if they all grow wings and become
Colonial Leftovers the world is done for it will be like dooms day like 21/12/1221A.S (I will be celebrating
my 423rd birthday, on that date I CAN'T WAIT!). The fear of being surrounded by MINErs and Colonials
depressed me beyond belief, The fact that I was so scared made me laugh and feel very happy! In
response to that my brain showed me something so horrid that even my happiest daydreams could not
spawn:
I was being devoured into JAVA!
When I snapped out of it me and Re-purr-purr were dancing in the sun, our fighters were on fire
the hull was getting hotter and hotter and then and then AND THEN, my engines failed...The Asylum gave up
on me, while heading straight in the monstrous blue fusion generator they call sun!
Thankfully some rookies were able to tow me away before my pretty face became a bit more
tanned. To thank them I shot a round in each of their legs, the standard laser clip is 5,50 creds, 4 clips
mean 22 creds worth of present more than what most people get from me! When I got the base with the
name of goddess- Cali, I was dying to see what happened in the Asylums intestines, so I did a quick scan of
her guts /made me sick/. I found out that the engine re-heater busted out, so when I murdered the engine
during flight to obtain side velocity it failed to restart the engine, leaving me at the mercy of the spirits.
Oh, Asylum I nearly forgot, because I know you are reading my PERSONAL diary, I have the video of your
Incoming transmission
Location:Malta, Omicron-Alpha system
From: Maria Martinez/home computer/
Target: Dear-kissy-kissy-diary.exe
Date:1 July 818 A.S
Dear-kissy-kissy-diary so many things happened since my last entry. To top it all an Ion lighting struck
near by and my computer exploded like a Rhielander ace on a suicide mission!
Yesterday I went to a beach on Malta to celebrate July morning, too bad the sea I chose was on the north
pole so the sun didn't rise even though I waited for 12 hours...
To vent my anger and stop the hysterical laughing I jumped on board my trusty Asylum and went to Tau-23 (what a surprise I never thought I'll see the system again)
And to my not-surprise I found a CR gunboat trying to send a trader full of Orange Juice to the spirits! Being a good Castout I immediately sent them a message:
But they didn't listen(to be fair I wouldn't have sent the message if I knew they would do as stated)
I couldn't let violating the poor trader birdie go unpunished so I decided to give them some razor kisses perhaps they would listen to that:
They didn't...
After that I went back to my green-eyed devil system Alpha, and went for a chat with the sleeping ship. The dark yellow lady told me she was lonely after 800 years in the great nothing, told me that she cries every night for her children. The story made me sad so I begun to laugh, but somewhere deep in my grey-matter I wondered, why can't we ,her children, unite? Heh but images of exploding Greek gods and Titans cleared any doubt and question. Besides when it is my time to die I want to eat myself, I cannot allow to end up inside a 'sair toilet pipe as a hmmm recycled waste... Anyway I should get going-kissy-kissy-diary, so I can get some more stories to tell...I think about Liberty today haven't been there in ages!
[size=medium]Incoming transmission
Location:Omicron Alpha, Planet Malta
From: Maria Martinez/"Asylum (ship computer)"/
Target: Dear-kissy-kissy-diary.exe
Date:9th July 818 A.
Holalalallala dear-kissy-kissy-diary! A day in the Taus is always a bad day, that's why I love it, out of my mind
out of reason or any common sense i followed the trail of the spirit into the 23 names of Tau
Then a swarm squad of Colonial Leftovers well swarmed us the innocent Castout birdies, and well massacred
save me. I got engaged in a duel with CR Nibbler, but it wasn't meant to be as he got swallowed into an ION
storm
After he was lost to history I turned my attention at different shade of sadness - Blue
I find it fascinating to fight with the leftovers but I cannot let my bio-molecular existance to pass in such
peaceful manner, I wonder why the spirits give me warmth, why do them leave a trail of ions to follow...
future will tell...But the voices tell that something big is going to happen to me, i just hope there is SYNTH PASTE in it.