I come here to apply for the title of "Affiliate", as I gave it enough of a thought to cooperate with you. Uploading Vessel and Personal Data now.
Your name:Kyle Vaughn Your desired callsign:Kolobok Age:29 Origin: Manhattan Area of skills/expertise/experience:Engineering, small fighter, scout, informator Vessel(s):"Kolobok" - Mk1 Scimitar; "Malachite"- Oasis Liner; "Wrenched"- Falchion Past Contact with Auxesia: Previous days of constant cooperation through Inverness and so on Why do you wish to help us?:I don't see a reason not to. Working for something greater than a simple Freelancer always offers experience. Other than that, it has been discussed with both Keeper Leviathan and Revenant about this situation.
Remember me, handsome? Afraid you scratched up my ship rather badly in that little duel. But no hard feelings are felt. In fact, we've a job for your magic flying fingers.
There's a small eyesore out in east Sirius, goes by the icky name of the Alster Union. We're assembling a special task force of Affiliates to give them a... reward for being such biting little gnats. You will accompany this team to attack one of their bases, to be disclosed at a later date, with a NEMP provided by our armory, engage and annoy any forces that come out to sting you, and withdraw from the combat zone. Do it well, and I'll throw in 100 million credits for a job well done, okay? Excellent.
As much as I would love to dive blindly into action and cause as much pain for the Alster Union as I can before my ship falls apart, I am unsure wether you mean that I will carry the Launcher, or I will cover someone else. Regardless, I will make the preparations for this mission. I have several ideas on how to take on this matter with more success and less casualties if the Union poses resistance.
Directed to both Keeper Revenant and Keeper Leviathan,
Respected Keepers, just a few minutes ago from the sending of this message, my automated Corvo drone callsigned "Defiance" has encountered a hostile Donau within the Omicron Lost system with a redacted IFF and the identification "RNC-Albtraum". I have personally witnessed this ship fighting along and with the Infected known as the Wild, Aoi, and the Nomads themselves. This information has been confirmed also by the Corsairs, who valiantly fought the group. My apologies for sending this information so late, but I didn't think he survived that encounter, and considered him as a solved problem. I hope you can, or will use this information wisely.
On another subject, the Mk.1 CX-"Scimitar" I own will have its callsign changed from "Kolobok" to a different one in order to maintain a shifting identity towards organizations of interest. This, however, will not happen soon, and likely only after the mission that I have been assigned for.
And finally, I have been asked to chart Omicron Chi for any notable objects. The system presents no noticeable parts or anything, aside from a Nomad Lair protected by highly volatile, possibly organic mines. Furthermore, Cryer seems to have placed one of their stations in the nebula that envelops the entire system and can serve as a refueling spot in case any ships get damaged heavily by the high amounts of radioactive materials in the nebula.
If you're still active, we have a highly classified mission for you. With a nice pay. If you're interested, naturally, it comes under an agreement that what we tell you for the job remains confidential between us.
Hi! Ew...why did he decide that Kolobok was such a bright name? Anyway! N-N-NA-A-...ahem. The Kolobok kind of split. Right now you are talking to Bit. The most handsome AI you will ever see. Kyle is busy drinking his sorrow at the Freeport 11's bar since there's not much to do. Were you guys also passing by? I saw some of your ships not long ago. Weird bunch.
So tell me, beautiful. What's this job about? I'm sure Kyle also agrees to it. He just doesn't show it yet! That privacy agreement? Consider it sign and hush hush.
Unauthorized? Me? Do you even know who you are talking to you absolute piece of recycled pa- who's that? Wait. Wait, wait, wait. HEY! PUT THOSE DOWN, NO! I SWEAR TO MY P-
disconnecting.->???-connection_lost
...reconnecting.->new_ID->K.V
Keeper Revenant,
I am so sorry that you met my...not so competent companion. The fact that I heard nothing from the hangar made me suspicious that this...AI has done something. Turns out I was right.
Regardless, what is this job about? You now that I respect privacy during work, so naturally, you may consider those papers signed.
[a subtle light vo-coded garbled sigh was heard as they listened to the drone squabble on, patiently awaiting for their recipient. ]
Kolobok,
We require some intelligence work on Bretonia. Do you believe that you are capable of recording where every battlegroup, battleship, and fleet is currently posted? Maybe slip some casual conversations about how Gallia got its ass kicked, how great Bretonia is, see if they trip on where they might move next... you know the drill I'm sure.
We can offer 50.000.000 for your intel job. Don't get caught.