It's a shame that corporations like Ageira so quickly forget the people who serve them so faithfully for so long. Sadly, stories like yours are everywhere. Entire communities on Denver and Houston share your pain. Huntsville is full of people who were driven out of honest work, then imprisoned and enslaved by the LPI.
We're always glad to take in anyone with the drive and the skills to take back what is ours. Head out to Ames and you can hitch a ride on one of our freighters and come here, and we'll see what we can do with you.
:beggining transmission:
:opening private comms:
:connecting to xeno comunications:
comm ID: Joseph "Stinger" Jenkins
i gave Liberty my life, my money and my soul and they repay me in batrayel.....
when i was 18 i applied for the ship engeneering buisness, i worked hard and by the time i wad 20 i was chief engeneer there. it was my job to make the parts for Avengers. however i had a plan, i wanted to see the system, explore and not be in the bonderies of liberty. so in my own time i slowly started to make a starflier, but i was caught before it was finished, i was thrown out of the factory with my starflier. i then went into the black market, trading eligal goods for the equipment i needed to finish my ship. however the liberty navy had found out about my dealings. i was arrested and sent to a prison in texas. there i was changed, i used to think of peace and freedom, now i had a mind for destruction and coruption to liberty. then one day, a xeno patrol engaged the prison station and borded it, released the prisoners emidiatly. but then the navy ordered an assult team to destroy the invading xenos, i said i would help and fight. they passed me a gun and as the assult teams charged in, i fired. i closed my eyes, not aiming just waiting for it to end. i then opened my eyes, it was over the assult teams were no more. with that the xenos prepared to move off, but i had other ideas. before they did i asked them to take me with them. they did not like the idea but they acepted it and with that i left the life of a libertonian and began the life of a xeno....
then when i arrived i saw a poster on the wall for the xeno alliance. i then went to the recruitment table and put my name down....
My name is Sara Lee Aramant.
On day, I came home, and my appartment had been raided. The walls torn out, my things destroyed. I stumbled outside, and the building exploded. They say I don't exist. They claim I never existed. The banks forgot who I was, and I cannot get a job. Because I do not exist.
I'm tired of running. I've been running for years.
Today, I want to hurt them.
Jack looked at the girl standing in his office. She looked determined, she looked angry. She looked like the kind of person that the Serpentis needed.
"Now I's seein' we needs folks here Ms. Aramant. An' you's the kind of folks we needs.
Now you better be understandin' missy that we dun' lead a comfortable life here, we's hunted daily by the lawdawgs, an' when them catches us y'all gets sent down t' Hunstville. Dat place dun' be too plesent let me tell you.
Anyways, if yer sure you wants in sign jus' here."
Sarah looked at the datapad for a little while and made her mark.
"I'll get you all set up in a ship. All we got free righ' now is an X-Shuttle. I's damned ugly an' it flies like a heap o' turd, but it's yers till them bgoys on Nome gets somethin' else together fer ya."
Establishing connection...... *Connected* *Incoming Message* *Comm ID - Al "PsychoDad" Bundy*
*Target ID - Xeno Alliance Recruitment Command*
Begin Transmission:
To whom it may concern,
For 30 years I have slaved a living for the munitions plant in Detroit. Breaking my back & my pride for the minuscule pay I would receive to support me family. 30 years of going with out, watching me kids go hungry & wearing rags, me wife doing odd jobs just to pay for us to have some kind of life. 30 years of a dead end job with no hope to advance or better me self.
Then the bottom dropped out from under me. That whoring wench I been married to done run off with me supervisor. I complained to his superiors just to be told I no longer have me a job. They took me home, me possession, everything. Now me own children refuse to speak to me, callin some other mongrel their father. To hell with em I said. So I took me last credits to the pub to drink away me sorrows. I gotz me good and liquored up & stole me one of those Eagle civilian fighter ships right out of their docks when they wasn't lookin. Had to blast me way thru a few of their guards, but made it out.
Since then I been hitting their cargo ships when I can catch one alone. I'll salvage what I can & sell it to survive. Making a living, but just barely. Also making me a wanted man through out Liberty by them lawful corporate butt kissin dogs.
Then I heard about your organization, overheard some folk in a pub talking about ya's & how ya sticking it to them bastages and fighting for us real folk trying to make an honest livin.
If ya's will have me, I'd fight them tooth & nail & throw rocks out me airlock if needed.
I intend on getting me 30 years worth of pay them greedy scum owe me !
Jack waited for the Sarah to walk out and called the next to applicants into the room. Al Bundy and Joseph Stinger stood infront of his desk.
"Righ' folks, I understand that you both be pretty damned angry at them lawdawgs, them corporate folks makin' life fer the little guy a misery.
I's looked over what you send me an' I likes what I see.
Seems you's both seen what liberty been doin', an' how it's hurtin' it's true workin' folks. You's seen it up close an' personal. We needs folks in the know, an' you's that. I'm gunna be passin' you on to the next stage o' yer application."
Jack ushered the men out of the room and tried to carry on with some paperwork.
**Incoming Transmission**
~Comm ID: Michael Parway ~
>>Xeno Recruitment<<
--Message Reads as Follows--
I once worked as an Economic Advisor in the Liberty government...not anymore. I got fired for knowing too much, digging too deep, delving too far, into the facade they call a 'government'.
Now i haven't been directly effected by the 'outsiders' and their trading into Liberty...but i can see where its going. If we don't do something to stop ALL outside trade into Liberty, Liberty as a nation will cease to be, it will become absorbed into the other nations of Sirius. I'm not prepared to let that happen, and come hell or high water, it wont happen.
The Liberty Government is not what I perceived it to be; i believed it was an honest government, with its only motivation to help its citizens, i was wrong, dead wrong. All they care about is profits. Don't even get me started on the Liberty Navy...I found out how corrupt they were just last week when they attempted to have me framed for murder. I want to reveal the true motivations of the Liberty government and the corruptness of the Navy to Liberty's citizens. They have a right to know!
Your goals match my goals.
Don't worry about training or anything, I worked as a spy for the Liberty Navy for years under the callsign Archangel. I can't believe i actually worked for them at one point...corrupt scum. But now i wish for a positive change in Liberty, one which only the Xeno Alliance can provide.
I see another honest Libertonian has gotten a good look at the hole in the donut, and is rightly outraged. Your story isn't that far off of my own. It took me five years of service to the Navy to see it. We'll send you rendezvous coordinates for an escort to Ouray on a more secure channel, and we'll see if we can't get you sorted out.
***INCOMING TRANSMISSION*** SOURCE: COLORADO SPACE DESTINATION: XA HIGH COMMAND, OURAY BASE SHIP ID: CUTTER'S GOOSE COMM ACCESS CODE: 118032.3F
TRANSMISSION COMMENCING......
Greetings sirs,
I have recently learned of the XA through a smugling contact of mine on Planet Pittsburg. Allow me a moment to introduce myself. My name is Jake Cutter, pilot of the fine ship the Cutter's Goose. My name might be unfamiliar to you... I have been on the run for quite some time now and remain well out of the limelight. My father was Bruce Cutter, one of Ageira's best shippers and the main runner of Gate/Lane parts to Tau23. Apparently 26 years of loyalty meant nothing as he was framed for a crime he did not commit. It seems like the CEO of the Foreign Shipping Division of Ageira was unsatisfied with his multi-million credit salary and was embezzling funds from the Company. The shipping log sheets were modified and my father was chosen to be the scapegoat to shift blame from the CEO. His train was stopped near the Jumpgate to Kepler by 6 Navy patrol craft. It seems that they had already branded him a traitor to "The Big 3" Companies and was immediately fired upon. His craft was destroyed and he managed to make it to his escape pod, which mattered little..... his pod was destroyed seconds after launching. Then, a short while later, the Navy busted our door down on Pueblo Station and arrested my mother and older brother. The only reason I wasn't taken as well, was my age. I never did see them again. Seems like it was off to the Pueblo Orphanage for me. That lasted for 2 years until I managed to stow away on an independent freighter bound for the Omicrons. The Captain found me and took a liking to me. For seven years he taught me all about being a pilot, and then bought me a ship of my very own.
For another 6 years I flew with him as his escort, until we were ambushed in Texas by some Outcast and Rogue scum. I barely made it out alive.....only me.
And that's why I am sending you this message. I've waited half my life to enact my vengeance upon those who took everything and everyone from me. I do not fear death, it has always been a part of my life. When you have nothing, you have nothing to lose.
I look foward to meeting an XA representitave so that I can discuss my skills and see if they would be beneficial to you.
-Jake Cutter out.
.......END TRANSMISSION
***LINK TERMINATED***
You ask me why Im weary, why I cant speak to you.
You blame me for my silence, say Its time I changed and grew.
But the war's still going on dear, and theres no end that I know...
And I cant say if were ever...
I cant say if were ever gonna be free.
***INCOMING TRANSMISSION***
SOURCE: XA Command
DESTINATION: The Cutter's Goose
Hmm, how's about you comes an' meets us at Ouray base... The co-ords fer it are <encrypted>. I'm gunna run you through the induction maself, we'll see how you fits in soon enough.
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