Incoming transmission
Location:Omicron Alpha, Planet Malta
From: Maria Martinez/"home computer"/
Target: Dear-kissy-kissy-diary.exe
Date:12th July 818 A.
Stuff happens and reason is like an asteroid on in intercept course. I've spend very weird days that surprised
even my mind, I followed the train of an angel I saw ghosts in the asteroid fields and spirits shined light on me
One morning I had a healthy meal of Synth Paste, then took of but look what I found in space above Malta
I followed the spirit to the end of the world, more like the hole end of the world and jumped trough, what I saw
silenced even the voices in my head. Systems of eternal light, Space balls of unknown origins
I felt drawn, the warmth led me just like it did after the crash of chainmailed transport, I kept following the
creature of light to a great temple. Got me thinking, why did they choose us, why do they tolerate us
Castout birdies when all of the galaxy is their mortal enemy? Maybe it's the Orange juice! AAAAHH I started
thinking too much my brain will star saying funny things and I won't like it...
The big thing was...big, but it felt somehow empty, so I hurried up and jumped through the pond of jump
gate to the other side. That gate was scary, cracking and sparkling like the skull of a wayvern-mole when
you step on it. It couldn't restrain it's photons well and It emanated strange light
On the other side, what layed surpassed even my visions of purple clowns flying underwater in it's
awesomeness. A dark system of invisible light, mysterious places, planets and the voices in my head
started speaking a strange tongue on I could not understand
Then I met a higher spirit, who spoke in my head along with all the others, but it was somehow more
orderly than the usual screaming. Gut picking doctor birdies told me that a human's mind will be damaged
beyond repair if a direct communication with a No-MAD occurs, well since my was already singing happy
songs for 11 years now I guess it didn't really do anything though the strange tongued voice still whispers
love letters in my head.
The spirit showed me out of system, made me feel things made me believe and wanted me to forget
things...said I was never to return there again...but I will, that voice tells me something and I intend to find
what it is before I pick my brain apart with a knife to get the little bastard out!
Spirits out of the way, I went to the system 23 names and no faces where I met some pretty unfriendly
faces, but contrary to the contradiction they were quite friendly...aaaah forget it I cannot get this hostile-
tili-tili-tility straight, what I do know was that Baal was once again kind enough to offer me a place with the
Colonials...poor thing, doesn't understand that I cannot possibly want to allow myself to even find this
proposition funny, instead this morning I exchanged razor kisses with Huskieeee... I must now go,
tomorrow I will do something dangerous so don't be afraid I might die kissy-kissy-diary, cuz if I do die I will
Incoming transmission
Location:Omicron Alpha, Planet Malta
From: Maria Martinez/"home computer"/
Target: Dear-kissy-kissy-diary.exe
Date:17th July 818 A.S
Hello dear-kissy-kissy-diary, just a short entry in your bowels now. I am bursting open with happiness to tell
you that now from today I am the owner of a brand new state of the art Series "ZX" Falcata boom-a-boom
birdie! I did a couple of simulating-thingie sessions and it preforms better than expected. It is still nameless
and faceless though. In time I will think of a suiting name and nose-art, perhaps I will name it as the last word
of the first killed enemy with it, I just hope that the death won't be the swearing type, it will be a bit awkward
wouldn't it. Well that's it! At least The Asylum won't be alone in the hangar bay from now on..
Source: Maltese Intelligence Department
Subject: Maria Martinez
File name:Dossier and profile of the subject
Supplemental 2
Dossier Supplemental:
[color=#FFFFFF]The subject has shown increasing interest in D.Vitocheli, researching his current location and status. His tracks were lost roughly 2 years ago when he and his escort disappeared in Liberty space. The Maria is still in possession of most of the evidences recovered from the Andalusia linking the Don with the sabotage. Maria has applied for a transfer in the New York system after she found enough evidence that Vitocheli might be operating in the area. The 13th command is considering the reassignment. [color=#000000]/NAVY Intelligence note: The subject can be helpful in tracking the rogue Don, press the 13th command in accepting the reassignment/
Evidence report:
[color=#FFFFFF] Maria spent considerable amount of time analyzing Vitocheli's operations. She didn't find an answer of how her father found the note linking Vitocheli with the Corsairs. However she did find a newspaper article that might help her narrow Vitocheli's location:
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TRANSMISSION END
Intelligence computers now taping in subject's private diary
Goal: Further enhancement of the dossier
Incoming transmission
Location:New York, Buffalo base
From: Maria Martinez/"home computer"/
Target: Dear-kissy-kissy-diary.exe
Date:13th August 818 A.S
Heeeeeeey Kissy-Kissy diary. Long time no kill! You know how it is relocation and all...oh..oh I fogot to tell
you - Helloooo New Yoooork. Yeah that's right I relocated to New York but hadn't had much time spacborne.
Asylum did seem to suffer some health problems heavy cough accompanied by hydraulic fluid vomiting...
poor thing I hope it's ok. Anyway now that I am in New York I need to get to work-shooting folk from behind
bush ( I mean the space bush the one next to the shipyard). And slowly tracking that disgrace of a birdie
Vitocheli damned freak has got a night club on Manhattan...Anyway it is beautifull here though a bit scrapy
but I do miss the fun times sending Razor kisses to the Colonial Leftovers exchanging words of love with
Layla like "I hate you damned sniffer!" "I want to see what you are made of Layla...literaly" and stuff
like that. I'll be going now kisses and all the best! See you soon to write of my exploits in NY!
Incoming transmission
Location:New York, Buffalo base
From: Maria Martinez/"home computer"/
Target: Dear-kissy-kissy-diary.exe
Date:Recap of the last month
Dear-kissy-kissy-diary. Liberty is much more fun than I expected. Even though the legendary Lawz Syndrom
is widespread, the action is pretty intense! For the last month I've been fighting with capital birdies the
mind cannot picture in sigle canvas. I do miss the old Colonial Leftover birdies though I kinda wonder what
their atoms are doing in the rocky space right now? Anyway let's get to the interesting bit- 1 and 0 of
information conviniently packed as a visual image of my gun /Naughty Krakens! No feeding today/. So let's
get on. Since my mind decided to play hide and seek with me again I cannot really remember the dates
properly but it doesn't matter anyway! So here you go!
I've been teaming up with the Joker for the last mount almost every time I am able to leave that base of
a Buffalo! Fun guy! He doesn't say much but it's fun! He does make a short work of Libertonians by the way.
So let's begin the cast in order of apearance!
Nearly a month ago when I first came here I met [size=medium]Angelina Dimitrova...
I've met her before on my vacantion
to Liberty on 1st fo July 818 A.S. But her wings were with different type of feathers this time! Bomber birdie!
Laying snac eggs! She was with 2 other guys. One in a fighter birdie boiling blood and all willing to fight the
other willing a trader willing to sell that boiling blood...They didn't listen when, but then again birdies never
listen to the songs one sings to them so the fighter birdie was...well silenced- de-beaked whatever you wish
to call it
In fact my Krakens didn't like his Fire arrows and detonated one while still in the laucher...
Angie having taken a beating fled but the truth is I didn't want to really hurt her...after all she is of Hispanic
origin...And I do look after the children of mother Hispania the silent sleeping-birdie in Alpha
The trader having fled earlier had this lovely conversation with me!
After that I was busy [color=#CC0000]prostituting myslef to Liberty but those
Libertonian guys seemed more scared than a virgin birdie on his first egg laying session
One week after my failed attempt to sell my RAZOR! love to the world I met up with the Joker and his
boys /reminder send him a card of a gutted man he will
love it!/ and went to wreck some havok within the Libertonian Naval fleet...
Good fighers those thugs...almost as good as us in the 13th
Several days after that we did the same! This time the Liberated Libertonian Birdies sent some more heavy
metal! Here have a look!
Oh by the way I forgot to mention that my fighter, my baby, my love, my life - Asylum is doing great!
No mechanical failures, she is running perfectly! So did the Joker's boys and several minutes later
Blindside wasn't much better off
The flames of nuclear fire purified the hallways of that mighty ship sadly darkened the ones in my heart
with regret over the lost birdie life...sad really
The next day I was hanging out with Joker again but it was slow nothing interesting happened...but we did
seem to meet an interesting gathering of DNA...hispanic birdie DNA to be accurate
Tho weeks ago though the eggs really hit the jumpgate the action was [color=#FF0000]WILD!!
Me and my old mates Atlantis, Aidman, Gun4o, teamed up with the Joker to wreck havok near
Fort space-Bush! And havok it was!
Atlantis was relentless laying those snac eggs!
More Libertonians fell but we weren't much in synch with our brain waves, and my brain wasn't even in
synch with me so the Joker ordered a retreat by not before I did this!
As we retreated the fight kept going on so I was forced to chase a birdie! Quite experienced in the Craft of
the Stars! Sadly the birdie lost and fled...perhaps he has a phobia of girs loosing their mind an becoming
evil monsters...Who knows?
Oh Oh sorry never mind my screams...I tend to turn a bit dominatrix like when men birdies are running
away from me.
The battle damaged me though one of my Kraken sea monster gave the ghost so I was forced to return to
the Island System in space! MALTA! It was good seing the old space ball again...hasn't changed much for 2
months....surprisingly the 23 names and no faces TAU was empty of Colonial Leftovers but was full of miners
ready to test those space drills on living rocks...THEY NEVER LERN!
After I returned to Liberty I gave my molecules a weeks rest but after that I was in the action gun first mind
later. Some LCBO birdie (whatever that means) tried to pass his authority on my...but since the info wasn't
successfully procesed by my brain he edned up spilling his