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*The face of the Undertaker turns to the Camera as some of the White Ladies work behind him preparing a body, repairing the imperfections of battle from their peaceful countenances.*

For some days now I have travelled across Sirius, Liberty, Rheinland, Kusari, Bretonia. Even some of the more far off systems though i have yet to do a major run in those directions. But throughout my journeys across space I have met Lane Hackers, Liberty Rogues, Liberty Security Forces, Liberty Navy, Liberty Police, Rheinland Military, Red Hessians, LWB, Bretonia Police, Bretonia Navy, Outcasts, Corsairs, Zoners, Kusari Military, Kusari Police. The list goes on.

Criminals. Lawfuls. Traders. Individuals. Even Nomads.

All of them, or at least a significant majority, have shown respect for myself and my crew and what it is we do. I have returned many bodies already and my quest is still in its earliest stages.

I have not been fired upon by one single person I have encountered in space. Oh sure sometimes the meaningless patrols have taken pot-shots at my vessel but I have ignored those small craft playing about me but of no harm to me. (//AI Patrols) I do not wish to carry any bodies that were forced to become so at my hand though if I am ever forced to defend myself I will.

I even, to my surprise, received a 100k Donation from a craft marked Watashiwasmissidos though I never saw the vessel itself nor asked for any donation.

Though it saddens me to see how many I end up carrying from time to time. It is my estimate after my records were corrupted that I have returned upwards of forty of the Liberty Rogues to their people.

Our vessels may have escape mechanisms but it saddens me nonetheless to have a constant reminder that not even that can protect us all in the end.

But it is my duty and it must be done. I will continue doing so for as long as I am able.

Thankyou all for your support and understanding that no matter who they were in life that their families do not deserve the uncertainty of an unrecorded death in the cold harshness of space.

Do note that this is an open channel and anybody is free to comment and say their peace, my only request is that no matter what you keep only a respect for the dead in mind before submitting your message to this channel.

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To Chief Freeman and Richard Trildor, you have my thanks for your words and, while hopefully I shan't require it, your support. But I don't act for nobility. For Profit or anything mundane.

When I was a child my parents were Freelancers going whever work took them. I used to remember at Freeport 4 seeing the wives or husbands of other Freelancers coming to the ports when they heard word of a ship picked up on sensors.

Hoping to see their loved ones. Most were rewarded with seeing their loved ones again. But there was one woman, Naomi Calamino. She ran to the ports year after year as I grew up hoping to see her husband. For seven years she did that.

One day she must have had enough, she locked herself into an Airlock and against the protests of her freinds and family spaced herself.

Her final words were "Maybe i'll see him out there."

From that moment I determined that I would drive every moment of my life to stopping that from happening again, I would dedicate my time, my money and any resources I could call upon to giving as many as I could that closure so many never got.

I am determined that there will be no more Naomi Calamino's out there while I still draw breath, or if there are that it isn't because their loved ones were slain and never found their way home.

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