> - With access codes clutched in my hand i narrowly escaped the corporate machine that is Ageira Technologies, i now find myself staring at the Navmap wondering if i should just accept being the yes man or should i stand against one of the so called "BIG 3". Will i be greeted into the LH network or become part of the furniture at LPI Sugarland?
Its a risk i am willing to take.
> - Staring across at landing pad A6 the ship is exactly where the LH's said it would be, i manage to remotely hack the cargo bay door and climb in the pilot seat. The LSF are occupied with some fool docked in the wrong bay so i dont even catch there attention. as i gain altitude the communication module erupts with static. The words "Good luck Medrano" come from the console, I do not have time to comprehend how or who that was.
> - I head for Magellan and more specifically Mactan Base, Once there nobody bats a eyelid at me. Im just another guy looking for work, trade etc and that is fine by me. I open the instructions and carefully read what i must do, Retrieve the prototype is mentioned and then one word jumps out at me "Alaska". You hear horror stories of that place that once you enter your never seen again. I haven't got time to waste and let my mind do overdrive, I enter Alaska and punch in B2 and were away. I get the prototype without a hitch, that was a little bit to straightforward but i don't have time to think. I am out of Alaska and home free i think. Then my worse nightmare comes true. . . . a Xenos ship, pilots name reads "Aconthophis" his ship is quadruple the strength of mine. But he isnt approaching me but why not? I haven't even looked down at my scanner to notice another ship belonging to the Armed Forces ship pilot name "Zigg". I put my thruster on max and go by, i will never know if that ship was who it said it was but i am thankful it kept the Xenos ship busy.
> - I make enough credits selling the prototype to buy myself a second or third hand Rhino, its not much but its apparently need for my next task, i head for the barrier to try and acquire some famous Ageira white boxes the company's pride and joy. The site is a wreck with destroyed liners all over the place. I wonder what happened but i jettison the cargo and i am away. With the ship in auto-pilot i read phase 3, It reads reach Airdrie Hideout. I have no idea where to even begin so as i glance down at the Navmap i wonder where to begin, it occurs to me that the Liberty Rogues although rough round the edges have a established underworld network of there own. As i plot a course for the nearest rogue base i look up and im now 11km away from "Aconthophis" once again, is this a coincidence? how could he have followed me?
> - Yet again there is another ship but this time "PF-Tangra" and so once again i slip right by, are the LH's helping me or is all of this coincidence or luck. I know about Fort Mcmurray being the rogue base in a eternal storm, so if i am being followed i can lose them and they will probably think twice before venturing to far. I arrive and head for the bar and can tell i am in the right place, shady looking characters with scars and missing limbs. I ask the barman about information and he points me toward a character with a hood over his face staring out of the window.
"I hear your the person to ask about information" i say attempting to put on a deep voice.
the character smirks and says "Well the information you require will cost 250,000 credits."
I gasp and think how much!
"How do you know what information i require?"
He smirks once more and says "Come now, your smarter than that"
I hand over over the credits and the hooded character quickly moves toward the exit.
"Hey, what about my information?"
he smirks once more and replies "It is done"
i glance down at my Navmap and " Airdrie Hideout" appears all of a sudden. As i look up towards the elevator the hooded figure says "Good luck Medrano"
I grab myself a drink before leaving to ponder who the man was, how did the hideout appear so fast? was he the same person on the A6 launchpad? I down my drink and make haste for my ship, The storm is ferocious and the cold lake nebula inst much better. Have i been conned? I can barely see 100m in front of me when around 1km away from the said hideout it clears. Its complete peace as the Airdrie Hideout comes into view. I request to dock and after a brief moment. . . . *Static* . . . . Docking request accepted please proceed to dock 2. . . .*Static*
> - And here i am now sat in the bar, nobody will talk to so i play the waiting game. The barman points me towards the job board and i just say i am "waiting for someone". As i finish my sentence a few characters give a cautious smile, i think to myself whatever the outcome after this i am glad to finally be away from Ageira Technologies and starting a new chapter in my life.
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***install virus***
***prepare file for installation***
***start download in 50sec***
***access granted***
***prepare transmission***
***to whom it may concern i have installed a reaper virus into your system if you know what you are doing your files will be saved i simply did this to get you to see what i can do i want in i am a gunboat pilot and tired of the same crap they feed you in liberty tired of the navy and industry stepping on all the people that work for them i am a former intelligence officer of Liberty Navy and was tasked with hacking your systems and finding out where you all are...
but i was denied my advancement 3 times over because of some brown-nosing lapdogs took my place so i am instead using my intelligence i gathered to find you to join your ranks...
as a sign of respect i will give you a riddle to disabling the virus...
what is enough for one...
to much for two...
and nothing at all for three...
if you figure it out all your bases will remain online...
you can find me under the code name Mr.Fuzz#7807 Ship name Piper...
***start worm virus***
***end transmission***
*Audible exhasparated sigh* I made it... Is this thing on?
To whom it may concern,
I had to get out of there. They treated me like a secretary even though I am just as skilled as any of those boys.... I told them to shove it and they revoked my tokens. I heard rumors... I went looking and I found a file hidden in the system. They must know about it too because as soon as I left the station they were after me.
As soon as I heard the message I ran. I stole a ship from the hangar and got out of there quick. My mind said I was crazy for following instructions from a disembodied voice on a file deep in the Ageira systems but I did anyways. And now I am here. Yeah...
I made my way to Beumont Base and talked to a Rouge there. He gave me a job hunting some Insurgency pilots. I finished that job simple enough and returned to the station. He kept giving me jobs and finally I was able to make it to Buffalo base where I took some more assasination jobs. I gathered enough credits up and bought a Dromedary from Bethlehem.
I made my way back to Buffalo and bought the cardamine. I sold it to your operative on Montezuma. I am now waiting for more instructions. I have attached a file containing my background and the external camera images from my ship.
Code:
Name: Lucy Collins
Birthplace: Planet Manhattan
I was always the nerdy child growing up. I wasnt into girl things. I loved computers. By age 10 I was already coding software. I got a job for some independent software designers out of school when I turned 18, but eventually got hired by Ageira. For years I put up with the crap. The pay was good. Thats all that kept me going. But I had to snap eventually. And now I am here
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Case: e711b6c2b659634cf20e369b37ac785e/152 Alias: Hera Black Transponder: R~LH~Hera.Black Background: Lane Hackers
Message
Well hello. My name is Hera, but if you're a regular on Mactan, we might have already met. But if it isn't the case, let me tell you about how did I ended up there in the first place.
About two years ago, I've landed a job at DSE. Just a tech job, nothing fancy. The job was to write navigation computer programs, and I'm pretty good at that. And even better at breaking up said codes, you see: I've figured a way to remotely take over a ship using those codes, and divert them, say to a nice pirate ambush. It worked out well, but eventually we've got caught, so I've had to run. I did have a few contacts on Mactan, so finding odd jobs was rather easy, and boring. I was done sitting around, so I've put out a few feelers that I would like to move up in the world.
After receiving instructions, I have went out, busted a few heads, and gained some candy cash in the process. Bought a Rhino, and went out to Alaska to secure the prototype. I've grabbed the white boxes in the process, and snuck around thorough Virginia. Before you ask, no. I did not use any gates, or lanes, I'm not an amateur.
Considering I'd have a hard time docking on a base that no longer exists, I've dropped off the boxes at Amarillo, along with a few "guests" I picked up along the way. Thanks for all that radiation by the way, my skin glows so nicely in the dark now. Camshots
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Case: 66f963eb58e4026dc6ba9e584204155d/155 Alias: Goldfinger Transponder: R~LH~Goldfinger Background: Lane Hackers
Message
Good day.
Allow me to introduce myself.
I am not your average suit which grew desperate and is now seeking revenge on the evil corporations.
I am a Kusarian business man who enjoyed the hospitality of various grey and black markets around Sirius so far. A bit of bribery here, a disappeared convoy there, information brokering, simple business where simple profit calls, you know it.
Been in this business for a good twelve years now, last endeavor was ending up with the Peddler - you know it is that guy who built up the Freeport over in Shikoku. Made myself a name along the way, not in any regards as big of a name like the Peddler but some people will remember me when I will introduce myself as Ryō - Noshima's gold boy.
Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever and my desire for more than just the plain daily business at one and the same spot took over. Got in touch with the Hackers a few weeks ago in the process of looking for a new endeavor for myself. Got a lot of tips that engulfing the Lane Hacker way is just as entertaining as it is profitable. Can hardly say no to such chances, now can I?
Well, I ended up on Mactan then. Lovely station, just a bit cramped.
As it is common practice, I left old names behind and made the alias Goldfinger my own.
Yesterday I settled to give it a try and go all or nothing here and try my luck with the Inner Circle. Find some additional data related to your instructions attached below.
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Case: cd36426becf9a043baf22f02c82ca91e/156 Alias: Alice Lynch Transponder: R~LH~Alice.Lynch Background: Ageira Technologies
Message
To whom it may concern,
An audible fatigued voice could barely be heard, as someone was muttering under its own breath. I have beliefs I've managed to commence this transmission. I can't say I'm worn out but rather satisfied I had escaped from Ageira's depraved hands. At present, I'm sitting in the cockpit of my Dromedary at the Montezuma, feeling dignified after finally seeking appropriate deeds for justice against corrupt corporations, largely Ageira. I comprehend I'm not speaking to anyone. Thus, I have high esteem for your operatives. I'm also slightly lucky I succeeded in climbing my way through the criminal ladder to ultimately reach out for people I believe might be my mere saviours.
It was unquestionably challenging to believe the notification I had received, being in a dilemma whether it's time or not - questioning how legitimate it is. However, I continuously stay faithful to my instinct, aiding me towards redemption from the wicked lands. I had no other alternative other than to follow the guidance I had received. I was trained to adequately respond to these sorts of circumstances, having sufficient knowledge to escape from their sinful hands. Surprise got the best of me, as I noticed the instructions were well-defined and accurate. I assume the extreme pressure occupied a significant part of my mentality, hardly believing the precise guidance. I couldn't miss this opportunity; otherwise, they'd keep underestimating my competence, having solely one chance to escape. Nothing could hinder me from entirely using the moment in my favour. I had located the escape pod and hacked its security measures. Simultaneously, the security teams were seemingly busy with different security breaches. Even so, I carried a gun with me.
Soon enough, I found myself in space, getting shot by many ships. The escape shuttle didn't have adequate strength to fire back, which was tempting whatsoever. Not desiring to push my luck, I promptly charged my engines into cruise mode, orientated towards the Silverton Asteroid Field. During my flight, I was listening to the directions, aiding me towards the badlands. Still, under severe stress, it was apparent my reputation with the underworld wasn't ideal for anything; hence, on my way towards New York, I disabled numerous weak Xeno and Bounty Hunter vessels. Despite the dreadful equipment, Rogues have started displaying slightly unfriendly in the reputation sheet. It was imperative to cause more havoc to build up my rep, soonly damaging several depots belonging to major corporations. Being my first time to cause destruction towards the corrupt corps, I genuinely enjoyed it - knowing how low they valued my work, torturing me for nearly anything. Hence, that was an excellent method to express my anger.
To my shock, I soonly found myself on the criminal ladder, knowing it's time to head towards the Badlands. Fearless, but shocked, by following the well-defined manual, my passion led to Buffalo, where Rogues seemingly recognised my presence without considerable difficulties. Through every gloomy night, there's a bright day after that. I stole some time to lastly settle myself down by visiting one of Buffalo's bars for a drink. Being low on time, I hurried down to the hangar seeking missions to collect funds and enhance my reputation with the underworld. There's no place to give up or disappoint whoever assisted me. In a brief period, I had fulfilled several crucial missions before following further directions; hence, I finished Phase I - prepared for the incoming actions. By now, I've been able to restore my psyche, totally fresh to the criminal world.
New directions aided me towards the Zoner base in Pennsylvania, as I had previously acquired sufficient funds for a replacement - completing many missions. The escape shuttle was old and dilatory, missing critical features for advanced assignments - made for pure survival. Upon purchasing a Dromedary freighter, I needed to return to Buffalo to smuggle Cardamine to Montezuma. After receiving the freighter, once again, my funds were barely enough to maintain the ship. As the manual suggested for additional credits, I had first discovered the "Black Bart", apparently possessing valuable cargo - turned out to be accurate without a doubt. The wreck was in orbit of the Blezard Valley, in Ontario system. Thus, I assumed this would hand me the credits I further need. Completion of these assignments, if I may call them that, indicated completion of Phase II.
My focus is to smuggle the Cardamine to Cortez skilfully, without getting caught. Quite frankly, that was the least of my worries. The Dromedary was a significant change compared to the rusty shuttle, making the overall mission less complicated and delicate. However, it's essential to keep focusing no matter how simple the instructions may be. You never know when and where the authorities can show up. I kept my eyes open through the flight. Once I had reached Montezuma Base, they authorised my docking permission merely symbolising success. I immediately transferred Cardamine and the weapon I had acquired from the wreck to Rogues. The payment was agreeable and sufficient for my present necessities. Phase III - completed. For the time being, I've decided to remain at the base until I'm hopefully contacted yet again. May the Ageira suffer for their abuse of authority and immorality.
As I've informed You of my humble ventures, it might be time to introduce You to my brief life story. I firmly believe you're aware of my biography; however, I'd like to share it anyway.
I was born on Planet Colorado, at 792 A.S, where I was solely raised by my mother, as I've never met my father. He had died due to an unknown disease before my birth. As a child, I've always been curious concerning technology, especially weapons. My mother was a Freelancer who would take assassination assignments, whereas exploration was the initial interest. As a youth, she'd assist me in my studies concerning space combat and technology, by venturing through Liberty space. We'd spend most of the time on Planet Colorado, at our household. The wars that occurred in the past exhausted most of Liberty's citizens regarding the economy, including my family. Life was unquestionably intoxicating, but we fought our way through. I've never entirely trusted the corps, but I saw a feasible hope to express my talents and interests, following my mother's bits of advice. However, I didn't comprehend how tyrannical governments genuinely are.
My excessive interest in technology influenced my future by joining Ageira Technologies, craving to study engineering, but instead, I faced bare cruelty and corruption. Before joining the corporation, the Liberty Navy had trained me for combat at the West Point - another area of interest. I partook in security measures of the Ageira, safeguarding it from any criminals, mainly in space. Nevertheless, I regret spending my time in the corporation. My mother passed away at an early age, but I still reminisce about the advice she had given me - don't trust the governments. Being awoke raises many questions and hatred towards the authorities. Presently, I endeavour to work against them and cause extravagant damage; however, it's possible, by assisting trustworthy underworld organisations, where I wish to bring justice for what's happened, and potentially study supplementary technology to spy and sabotage Ageira and its allies. My unique skillset includes extreme competence in assassinations, and high in terms of data breaches. I aspire to make the most out of this opportunity.
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