This shall be the last message transmitted using this comm key, so listen up. I have decided
that I will be leaving The Society, and handing off my position as desk jockey and paperwork
filer to Alex Drake. He is a capable member, and will be more than enough to take my place.
The Society has been more than a job to me, it has been my home, and my family. From the friendly
conversations with Alex, to the bar fights on the Intruder. Its been a blast, it really has. Now, I love the
piracy business, but I need to settle down, and go on to other things. Possibly open a information agency,
or something. The fact of the matter is, I'm leaving the society, and unless there are extreme circumstances,
will not be coming back.
Its been a blast folks. Maybe ile bump into you guys one day. Who knows, everything happens for a reason.
Goodbye, and good luck in all your future endeavors.
-Blain Spike
PS: Drake, don't you dare track this message. I know your hovering over your computer typing up some sort of program to find me. Don't.
Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.
Don't forget where you came from Blain. You're always welcome on the Intruder, as long as you're not followed. You know what to do if you ever need credits.
****Incoming Transmission****
****Ship ID - Logs Deleted****
****Location - Logs Deleted****
****Sender - Alex Drake****
Well... that was sudden. And right after I shot down my best friend too. This isn't a good day is it?
Whatever. Sorry about the 50% trace. I didn't hear the last line of the transmission until after I'd pressed the enter key. I cancelled the trace so I don't know where you are.
Anyway, you're the one who brought me in here so... I guess I never really thanked you for that... so... thanks. It's been fun Blain. So long, goodnight, and I'll see you when I see you.
P.S. Way to dump your paperwork on me. Yes I'm kidding... now I just have to figure out how the hell you organized the filing cabinents.
Hah! I bet you didn't think to eliminate my access codes from the comms, and you didn't! Amigo I have been seeing all your transmission for awhile now. But I suppose now that I reveal myself here, you know.
Let me say this Blain, to me you were never in with us. You were Rufus' tool, and my tool as well. But onto matters that are important.
Frankly, you can hide where you want, and you can pretend like this life just goes away.
But in reality, it never will. You are a killer. I am a killer. And if I see you, there will be one less killer on the face of sirius. Whether it be me or you.
****Incoming Transmission****
****Ship ID - Logs Deleted****
****Location - Logs Deleted****
****Sender - Alex Drake****
First job as new desk jockey: revoke Josephs comm access... but first:
Trace it. A word of advice Jo: unlike Blain my hacking skills don't lie somewhere between 'mediocre' and 'pretty good'. Let's see, where are you hiding?
*Beginning Trace*
Oh hey, that's a nice trace blocker you have there. Wait... no it isn't... oh come on Jo! Bounce nodes? Really? I thought you were better than that... okay granted 500 nodes is a little impressive but still... anyway, before this finishes a final word of advice:
Keep running. Rufus never forgives. Rufus never forgets.
*Comm ID "Joseph Tomasso" access revoked by administrator*
*Trace Successful*
Rochester? Alrighty, so, since this is open to all Society pilots... get to Rochester and light him up before he moves.