I originate from Colorado, where I was raised and educated. I'll save you the kilobytes and the time on that, though. I worked, as most of you did, for Ageira. My occupation involved electrical engineering. Power plants, solar panels, high voltage cables, transformers; you name it, I've worked on it. My employers asked me to work on a project to create a special type of wire for snubcraft electrical systems, designed for carrying higher voltage electrical currents through especially small and compact wires. Such wires would save space on fighters, bombers, and freighters (allowing for more components, greater payload, or larger cargo capacity).
But just before the project was finalized, I was removed from the project. I was given less than half the payment I was promised. My work was left unaccredited. Before I left, though, I managed to steal a copy of the design, and I am willing to turn it over to Hacker engineers if I am accepted.
I left Pueblo Station and made way for Rochester in New York. I remained there a few days, working on my ship. I purchased a better shield for my rather weak Starflier. It's cheap, but at least somewhat useful. I hacked my transponder (with a moderate knowledge of coding and general jury-rigging I've picked up) to read "Alternating.Current," instead of my name (which I would prefer to share in person, as opposed to where the possibility of it being discovered by clever technicians exists). While on Rochester, I met a few other ex-Ageira and we made a pact to work together to reach you, the Lane Hackers.
The three of us, Squiggly, Diskus, and I, set out for Ontario where we each procured a Dagger (with funds acquired from shooting stray Bounty Hunter grunts and scrap mining) and armed it with a mix of reverse engineered Ageira technology (Starbeams and the like) and a few older Hellflurry models. We did odd jobs for the Hackers and eliminated several installations (bases and weapon platforms alike), and managed to receive recognition and identification as recruited Hackers.
And I come to you requesting that such recognition be confirmed and such identification verified that we may continue to fly under your colors and with your goals in mind.
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brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.