Damn ... i thought that this message would never get transmitted, but if you receive this it means that my ship got blown up and I'm dead or maybe still alive within my pod.
I don't have much oxygen so ... anyone who cares about me, last recorded coordinates are around sector 5E-F.
We have received your transmissions. We are sending patrol craft to search for your vessel. Due to past events however, we have been advised to use extreme caution so the vessels coming to your assistance will be heavily armed.
Hopefully the former. However, I've sent out a patrol to your location so they can finish your pathetic life. In case we'll find you begging on your knees, we might consider givin' ye a trip to the torture chamber for a one-week stay all inclusive. Although you might not read this anymore, we suggest you to start praying that the Congress will find you first. Actually, both options aren't that rosy for you.
Incoming transmission...
Comm ID: Captain Ursus of The Gold Cannon
Howdy ye' bastard! Long time no see! Now... what the hell put tha' big hole in yer ship mate, eh?
Eeh, ye'll be all talkin' when we get ye aboard, and a shot of whiskey to help ye get it off yer chest.
Apparently, some whoopsies are hell bent to kill ye' methinks. Dun' worry, ole' Ursus is always a tad faster than them. We're already in this hell hole you call so gracefully "home" but we can't find ye. Prolly yer adrift now. If ye got power still, send a message to locate ye again.
When the deed's done, save yer strength. Ole' Ursus will take care of ye.
Now... where's that effin' off switch for this thing...
.: Incoming Transmission :. Source: Humboldt Transmitter: Altegra's escape pod
Oy! Gold Cannon! Glad to hear your voice ** static ** 100101010100100010001001000101 I'm low on oxy *static* need you now! sending location coordinates: "AHSYYKKAX=="
Incoming transmission...
Comm ID: Captain Ursus of The Gold Cannon
Hey, old buddy! Sometimes NOT throwing Ageira engineers out of the airlock is a good thing! Some folk I got here found ye. I've promised him to keep'm alive if he finds ye, and give him food, drink and women. So... he's motivated...
He's babbling something about "geo-synchronous orbits" and "Orbit equations - Central, inverse-square law force", whatever the hell that means. Thank ye for the partial coordinates, by the way.
I'll keep talkin' here, old buddy, don't give up on us now. Um... what else should I say? Umm... we got ourselves a few short runs with the cops, busted a few folks outta Sugarland before the LNS rolled in... ye know. The usual.
Oh, ye - there'd be some newblood foolz who're tryin their absolute best to catch us offguard eheheh... tough luck... they not be knowin' we be keepin' three basic stuffs around here: drinks, women and the cannon always charged. A few unlucky ones found out about the last bit, the hard way...
*something beeps in the background*
That fella is breakin' my ship...
*turning to the Ageira engineer*
If ye don't give me a good news in the next minute or so, yer goin' outside ta look fa ma frend without a space swim suit... or whatever that bloody thing is called, understood?
*the Ageira engineer, now turned white, hands Ursus a batch of coordinates without saying anything*
Oh, so ye found'm! Good! People! Food and drinks for our guest here! Prepare 2 liters of fresh water for our friend when he comes to get a shower! And get a bunk ready!
Don't give up on me old buddy, we're coming to get ye. Ye know, there's some other folks nearby, prolly still searchin' fer ye... Rogues... eh.
Ye don't hear this very often from me, but here it goes: ETA - 2 minutes.
Incoming transmission...
Comm ID: Captain Ursus of The Gold Cannon
*After a few minutes, the life pod is recovered. An injured person is taken to the rudimentary sick bay of the ship, while Ursus is sitting by the person*
Told you we'll save ye, ole' bud. Here's the whiskey, the food, and the 2 liters of water for the shower I promised ye. I know it ain't much but... rough times around this place as well.
When ye get better, I'll get ye some slave girls for entertainment. Fer now, rest. Ye got a story to tell me! How ye ended up shot, that is. I know no better marksman, besides ye!
*chuckles*
Aight, enough chatter. Time to get yerself scooped up. We\re heading to a lil' place where I like to lay low sometimes... It'll get ye the breathing space ye need. Then, we can beg, borrow or steal a ship fer ye to fly. And after that... you're gonna be as ye always liked to be, a lone wolfie.