Hello...is this thing on?? Oh, right...
*Clears Throat* Ahem
Greetings Lanehackers, my name is Nick... No... my name is Ghost. Ive heard the whispers and curses from the managing department above my office of your deeds. At first i agreed with them. I thought that you were the enemy, and that you were fighting to destroy all that we have created. But the more i heard, the more i began to think... What if they are right? What if WE... I am the enemy?? Soon after a started thinking about this, the more it made sense.. I started noticing things, wrong, terrible things... Crimes that Agiera committed every day, and no one even notices...
Just like me.. They never notice me, to them, im just another drone working in another office helping them commit another crime. The thought sickened me, i had to get out. I heard from one of my colligues that they were planning to escape...
"Escape? To where? No one understands what we do, no one will take us in"
I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my most precious possetion: Cardimine.
"There is some one who understands us Nick.."
"The Lanehackers???"
"Not so loud, do you want the hidden microphones to hear???"
I nervously looked around the toiled cubicle. He was right. I took a quick dose of Cardimine to help relax my nerves. He did the same.
"Have you found a way to contact them?"
"Not really.. Here.."
He slid a small datapad over the cubicle wall. It contained a messge descibing how to leave Liberty and join the Lanehackers.
"Where on earth did you find this??"
"It was hidden right in plain sight in the Ageira daily news bulliten. Every single post up to date has this message attached, who ever put it there must be a hacking Genious...."
That was when we decided to leave...
That was when we planned to slip away into the shadows and become members of the Lanehackers...
That... was the last time i saw my friend...
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2 Days later....
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I stared at the figure in the mirror. His Blue eyes starring right back at me through his Green haired fringe. Every contour on his face, every wringle, every imperfection defiently standing there as evidence of his failure. A drop of sweat dripped accros his brow, which he hastily wiped away.
Why am i nervous? There shouldnt be any problem with the funds... Relax... Your just another average civilian out buying a ship...God i need a fix...
i reached down for my pocket, but i checked my movement..
Not here.. To public... And of corse they are watching...
Just then, the sales man in his slick blakc suit and his made up face returned with a grin upon his face. I quickly looked away from the mirror in his office to face him.
"There was no problems with the funds Mr.Anders... Heres your paperwork and access codes. Happy flying"
He handed me a file of papers, which i took into my sweaty hands.
It worked... Of corse it worked...
I quickly gave him a forced smile and headed out to the docking port where my Starflier waited. It was a heap of junk. The thing was out of date, but it was the best i could do with out drawing attention to my self. It had been a while since i'd flown a ship... As i sat down in the cockpit, i felt out of place...
My place is behind a computer, not at the controls of a ship...
I quickly squelched that thought, theres no turning back now. They already have my friend, and im not going to let them get me.
I left Manhattan for the first time in years... My home.. my job... It was all left behind right then.
I was greated by the orbital view of Manhattan, the station in clear view, Trenton out post to my left and houndreds of ships flying about in all directions. I realised that i wasnt moving, so i began off on a random course.
"Where the hell am i going.." i said to my self.
I remembered my friends docking codes that he had shared with me, we were going to use them at detroit munissions to stock up some suplies and weapons...
"I guess i'll start there"
I laid in a course and took the trade lane all the way there. These dockig codes were years old, and belonged to a "missing" pilot, but i had no other choice.. I needed to eat. So i sent the codes to the station... No reply.. I sent them again. A com screen flickered in the top left of the HUD, and a womens face appeared.
"One moment please..." she said.
Damn... theyve found me out... they are going to arrest me... i'll disappear too... it will of all been for nothing
"Understood Ageira alpha 1 - 5, your request to dock is granted, please proceed to dock 2"
I sighed with relief, and realised that i'd been cutching the arm rests on my seat, where now 10 nial marks apeared. I wasted no time and docked. I was in all of 10 minuets before i left with a stun pulse and 2 star beams and enough supplies to last. My fake accound for "Mr Anders" was half empty.
I docked with the trade lane and headed back to Manhattan before they caught on what i'd done. I wasnt the best hacker, but i figured what i'd done would throw them off for long enough.
I reviewed the messege. It recomended me to ally my self with the Libery Rogues, however, to do this, i would have to make enemies of the Liberty police. It advised me to attack the police depot at Newark station. I plotted a course there and soon i was confronted by 3 large storage containers.
"How the hell do i do this???"
I sat there stationary infront of the Depot for a moment, when the answer became clear. Hesitantly, i looked around for ships, most of them were far away enough... So i opened fire... Soon, my cockpit was buzzing with red warning lights and alarms. The scanners turned an angry red with hostiles. 3 police patriots were heading towards my position. I was ghasping for breath.
What have i just done
I quickly dosed myself with all of my cardimime and hastily read the message. "Vapourise any police"....
"What the hell?!?!?"
My ship was out numbered, out gunned, and i wasnt exactaly a trained pilot. So i plotted a course for the debris field and Rochester base, and activated my cruise engiens. The police followed, along with a Navy BATTLE SHIP.
"Freaking hell, a whole BATTLE SHIP??? What was in those containers"
Shots flew past me, my pulse was racing, i was sweating, the seat was uncomfortable, the air was stuffy and i needed the toilet. It was the most exitment i'd ever had. Soon, i was in the debris field and i had lost them.
I sighed.
Rochester base... I'd heard of it before.. A Junker base full of criminals and dead beat scavengers. But i had to dock, my prt wind had suffered damage and my shield needed repairs. I docked easily enough, no questions asked here.
While the repairs on my ship began, i thought i'd pay a trip to the bar. What a stupid idea. As soon as i walked in, it felt like every one stopped and turned to look at this freak in a shirt and tie. Nervously, i sat down at the bar. All the drinks were real alchohol. Unsure of what to order, i just picked one at random, a sidewinder fang. It was sickly, and very strong, but it distracted me from my thoughts.
I consulted the message again on the datapad. "Vapourise police"... Killing... Death... It was all around me, but some how, i'd managed to avoid it.
After two more drinks, i stumbled back into my ship and departed. I had no where to go, but i did have an idea. Patrol routes. I checked my map and parked myself right in the middle of a police patrol route and waited.
"What am i doing... are you seriously going to do this Nick??"
Just then, a trio of police patriots apeared on my scaners. I swallowed all the courage i had and altered course to intercept. It might of been what was left over of my cardimine in my system, or the drinks i'd had, or maybe a combination of the two, but something rallied me on. I engaged, drove back and slaughtered the three craft.
One, civilian pilot on cardimine in a bottom class ship beat 3 of libertyies finest.
I was extatic to be alive and even more so that i'd actually won. I tracterd the 3 pilots and what ever else i could find and headed back to Rochester.
Back in the bar, the mood was different. People looked at me with apprichieation. I was offered drinks. I was offered partnerships with rogue patrols. People had learned of my crime, and were admiring me for it. I felt no remorse for what i'd done. Those foolish enough to ally and work for this false Liberty deserved what was comming for them.
I had left the station as a law obiding, nervous citizen, just another drone working in an office. Completely unknown and un appreciated.
I had came back a criminal, a rebellor, a man who faught for what he believed in. I was on the road to getting back at Agiera and repenting them for all the evil that they had commited.
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Some days later...
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I had been flying and fighting the police, the navy and the Bounty hunters, the worst of the worst for some time, i was building up a reputation. But i still didnt have what it takes to get into buffalo. The Badlands were harsh and my previous attempts had ended in failure. But then one day, i recieved a message...
"Greetings Ghost, my fellow lane hacker"
The message was over an incripted channel, and i'd almost missed it. A clear sign of a true hacker. I had been baring the name LH~Ghost over incripted channels hoping to find some tie to the hackers, some one who would help me reach buffalo. Although out side help was forbidden, recruits were alout to assist other recruits...
"Greetings, to whom do i owe the pleasure?"
"My alious is LH~Bytes... and you are?"
"My alious is LH~Ghost, are you also a recruit?"
It was too up front, he could of been a corperate spy, but i was desperate and eager to find help.
"Hehe, yes, i am, infact, im just about to head out for Magellen"
It was too late, he was too far ahead to help me, however... He requested to meet me in the debris field around rochester. I obliged, knowing full well it could be a trap. But there he was, in his LH Dagger.
"Here, take this, it might help you.."
He jetisoned a Slingshot missle launcer which i tractored up"
"Its from a Navy patrol, so it might need some work on it.."
"Thanks, i owe you one"
We talked for a while and exchanged experienced, but soon he had to leave.
"Well, im off now, i have to leave a little "Supprise" for those Agiera scum before i head out.. Good luck.."
He terminated the com link and left abruptly...
"Good luck..."
I replied, even though i knew he couldnt hear me.
With the launcer, i managed to punch through the navy, police and bounty hunter patrols that blocked my passage into Buffalo, and i finally docked for the first time. I had built up quite the reputation, and i was greeted well at the base. I sold on my captive pilots and at last purchased my dagger. It was a master piece of Lanehacker engineering. I equipted it with two launcers, two chainguns and a stunpulse, and departed for the Mactan base.
I was no longer the pathetic man i used to be. I was a lean, mean, cardimine fuled hacking machine ready to strike my revenge into all my enemies, not just by killing those too stubborn enough to give up their cargo, but by making lives for the executives living hell as they watch their profits dwindle into the abyss of space.
Two slingshot missles
Two bluebell chaiguns
A stunpulse turret
A train cruise disrupter
An improved counter measure dropper
An advanced guardian LF class 4
A heavy thruster
An advanced cargo scanner
A Lane Hacker ID
EXTRA (// out of roleplay: i dont know if you want this, but it is a record of all the pilots that i have captured and sold to our bases, i do have visuals if you wnat proof //)