John sat at the controls of his shuttle. He slams his fist on the console, causing some lights to flash and he quickly corrects what he had done. "I can't believe those guys, threating me like that. The word must not be out that I've sided with them. Like I would give a merc any of our weapons. Most likely that same merc would be after me one day. Merc's work for the highest bidder and unfortunatly that's the corrupt governments and coorporations. I just thought it would be interesting if he would engage some LPI or LN trying to earn them. Doesn't mean I would have kept my end of the deal and gave them over. *laughs*"
The shuttle streaks through space at it's top speed heading back to Nome base, when a transmission comes in. John listens to the transmission then a smile appears on his face. "That's better, kinda what I figured, nobody know's just yet. Hard to pass the word along the ranks while people coming and going all the time from the bases conducting patrols and missions."
The trip to Nome base was uneventful and apon landing John starts scraping the name off his ship. "It's too bad there, but I had to rename you. Ohh well, it's no problem this is better." Once he's finished scraping off the old name, he starts to add Naja to the side of the ship. I thought crosses his head and he looks around in the dock. "Hmm.. what am I going to do with all these Super Alloys I picked up some trader? *laughs* I'll find some ship repair workers around here and give it to them. I'm sure one day I'll need some repairs so I'll stock up on my replacement parts I guess."
Mitch Griffith is sitting near a window holding a glass of beer in his hands. He takes a sip from it and looks out of the window into the darkness of the Denko Cloud. "I guesse that it's time" he says to himself. He looks deep into his glass, thinking about something. He picks up the glass and looks at it from a bit closer ... waiting ... thinking and then takes another sip of his beer, stands up and walks away, his glass still half full. As he walks trew the corridors of Nome base, he greets some of the other Xenos with a nod, but no smile, this wasn't the time to smile. Only a week ago he had held a party for one of the new recruits and today that same person had died in the name of everything that Xenos stood for. He was a Hero, a Hero without a name, and noweone would remember him in a month or two, because then they'd have lost another 2 or 3 pilotes. No, life was to short to not live it, to not wanting to make a differance, because everyone can make a differance, if only you try, that's what life is all about, about trying.
He pushes the button to open the door of the hangar that opens with a typical rusty sound and walks into the hangar towards his ship. The Black Thorn her wings needed some repearing as it was filled with holes and burn spots from their last fight. Mitch pets the hull of his ship and smiles at it: "I'll ask Bob to repear you, I promise, he'll fix you" He lays his head against the hull of his ship as if wanting to hear her heartbeat. "We'll get through this together" He opens the door of his ship and gets inside, pushes some buttons and open up the communication chanel.
"This is Mitch Griffith Captain of The North Xenos Patrol Silver 03. Me and my crew have finaly decided to dedicate our lifes and ships to the Xenos Alliance. Each of us will apply to your elite inner circle of the Xenos individualy, but the other won't apply as long as their captain has not shown the initiative to do so himself, so that's why I show initiative today. About me, because ofcourse you're expecting me to tell my life to you, that's fine with me, but I'm sure anyone on this base can garantee my loyalty to the Xenos, but here comes.
I never really knew my famly, both my father and mother had to work like slaves in the mines of Pittsburgh until they worked themselves to their own dead. I was only 5 back then. After their funeral, wich wasn't more then the burning of their corpses in one the corps burning facilities on Pittsburgh, they brought me to one of the Houston Miner Orphan houses, where they put all the children who lost their parents in the mines.
As I grew up I showed more and more interest in books and knowledge, but every time any of us dared to go to a liabery or try to learn new things, they'd punish us at the orphanage by not giving us food or taking our beds away of us, and many other ways to punish and torture people who are disobedient. We were conditioned and trained to do only one thing, to mine, it's all we were teached, for they expected us to mine until dead, just like how my parents had died. As years passed by we saw more and more Xenos attacks and Liberty striking back at the Xenos on the news. We to at the Orphan house tryed to rebel against our supressers, the people who had tortured us for so long. But our litle rebelion obvieusly failed and even television was taken from us, I was 17 back then a few weeks before my 18th birthday. The people of the Orphanage finaly got sick of me and my litle small scale revolutions that they thought it would be the BEST birthday present to send me to my new home, the same mine as where my parents had died 12 years ago on Pittsburgh.
They landed near our orphanage with an armored transport and forced us into it with guns against our backs, packed like pigs for the slaughterhouse. Many houres later we landed on Pittsburgh. As the prisoner compartiment opened the heath and stench was the first to welcome us. I told my friends to not exit the ship, but the company people didn't like that, they hit me with the back of their gun and then pulled me out the ship "What were you saying?!" They yelled at me, I just grinned at them: "Don't get out of the ship" They hit me with the back of their gun again wich made me bite the dust once more. "Say that again?" They taunted "Don't get out of the ship" I said as my mounth was filling with the red liquid called blood. "You just made my day, kid" the 2 goons said as they started kicking and hitting me with their guns. Every kick and hit with their guns made me burn with anger and hate more and more. It felt as if they were breaking each bone in my body, and the pain kept comming for what seemed to have been ages. Suddenly someone came in between them: "What're you doing to that miner?" A man in a suit asked them "It's a Xeno, boss" the man nodded: "Good, please continue" some other goons walked towards the armored transport and forced my friends out of the ship, hitting those who dared to look at me.
It toke me a month to recover from those wounds and when I finaly was forced onto my own legs again and into the mines, I got to hear that my best friend had already died in a mining accidents. The mineshaft had collapsed because of an explosion and he died while saving one of our other friends. On Pittsburgh, people don't think about human lifes, it's all about profits and they don't care if people die or life, all they think about is money. So I rallied my friend and some other miners and planned for revolution, for an uprising, it was time that the things in the mines CHANGED. We attacked the people supervising us, grapped their guns and fought our own miniature war inside the mines. When we finaly reached the surface and made our run for the landing area so we could steal ourselfs a ship to flee away of Pittsburgh we were greeted by a group of Bounty Hunters. An older man with one blind eyes walked towards us laughing: "My, my if it isn't the young Griffith. I enjoyed killing your father, did you know that?" I lost my guard as he said that and that's the moment he shot me in my leg, my fellow rebels searched cover, but the older man kept on walking towards me: "And I loved raping your mother afterwards" He said with a grin on his face as he spitted on me. He held his hand against his ear and said: "Ok men you have permition to open fire on sector B7. The next moment the orange sky of Pittsburgh turned red as Bounty Hunter ships opened fire on the location where my friends were hiding and then in a flash of light everything was over.
I was the only surviver of that incident on Pittsburgh, I was shipped of to the Walls in Texas where they forced me to work for several years, until I met one of the LPI agents working there. That was Bob Cannon, he had seen the way miners were treated by all of Liberty from very close by. Hundreds and hundreds of people who were broken before they were even born. Even from before their birth it's decided for them that they'll be miners, just because their parents were miners tthemselves. That's the Liberty we live in today, a Liberty where noweone is free anymore, where we're all slaves of a corrupt goverment and of a foreign market. But Bob gave me hope again, he belived me when I told my story and he helped me say good bye to the friends that I had lost on Pittsburgh, he learned me to let go, to let go of all that hate and anger, he learned me to make some productive and creative with it, he learned me how to see the light again, how to experience hope.
One day Bob fixed a relocation for me and even got the job to transport me to the new prison. As soon as we left the walls and got into the tradelanes, Bob opened my prison door, stopped in the midle of the tradelanes, started his cruise engines and we vanished into the Pequena Negra in Texas where we toke the jump hole to Pennsylvania and we surrendered ourselves to the Xenos of Milford Base, who Bob had already informed that we'd be comming and that we didn't care if we were captured, executed or done whatever, we'd be comming and we'd offer our full support to them.
That's how Bob and myself got into the Xenos."
Mitch looks down for a moment and sighs. "We can make a differance, we WILL make a differance. You just have to belive in that. If you DON'T belive in the goals we're fighting for, then you're not ready to be out there. I tell that to each of the new pilotes flying with my squad, if you're not ready to die fighting for the Xenos and their ideas, then you shouldn't be out here fighting with us. You have to be 100% sure of your ideals, or not at all. I don't ... I don't want to waste anymore lifes for nothing, I want them to have a meaning, each single one of them ... they're all equally important." He looks away again and sighs again: "This is Mitch Griffith ending this message. FOR FREEDOM, FOR THE FUTURE" he yells as he ends the message. He lays back in his seat and looks up at the sealing and sighs: "... for freedom"
Incoming Transmission
Recipient: Xeno leadership
Sender: Bainfield Roberts
Encryption: Medium-high
Very well. I wish to play a larger part in our humble organization known as the Xenos. My name is Bainfield Roberts, and I have been a Xeno for fourteen long years. I've seen the highs and the lows, and feel it's time to take the plunge, to either succeed or fall.
So perhaps I should tell you a little about myself. I was born on Manhattan, to affluent parents. Now wait, what is a rich person doing in the xenos? Allow me to finish. It was all going well, I passed school and colleges with decent grades, and held a degree in Ship engine components. I would have taken up a good job in Ageira or something and have a happy life with kids and stuff. But fate played a cruel card.
I was always the adventurous type, and in my travels to various planets for sight-seeing, I met this guy. Thomas Eckerton his name was, charismatic fellow, and shared the same penchant for trouble as myself. So we quickly became friends, turns out he was a junker, and flew around a lot. Details are not really needed, but I put my hand into a little too much trouble. Thomas said it would be fun if we could go to a certain place and get us some nice trinkets. Of course I agreed, for fun's sake.
We went to a place which Thomas called "Omicron Gamma", and we found the rich man's dream, the collector's passion. Artifacts. I was thrilled, and put all the ones we wanted in my hold. but the return trip crushed all hopes.
We were in liberty space, flying back to Manhattan, when a navy patrol stopped us. Thomas immediately blanched when they said that one of us was carrying contraband. What? And it turns out, the entire load was in my ship. Thomas immediately proceeded to put the entire blame on me, saying he was just following me to inform the police at the earliest opportunity. So I was arrested, while the bastard got away scot-free.
The crunch of Sugarland. I can never forget those long ten years there. But my cell-mate happened to be a Xeno, spending time there as well. He told me of his views, his movement, and about the Xenos.
Ten years is a long time, slowly I was convinced to their way of thinking, but not completely. I was still determined to give life a second chance. When I was released, I found that my parents were dead and all the property had gone to the government. I had to find a job somehow. But no-one, none of those damned corporations wanted to give me work, not with all the degrees, and fine marks I had.
There was no choice, in 794 AS, I went to the Xenos. Flying under the callsign "Bane" I have served the movement faithfully for many years. Now is the chance to prove myself. I have reached this point in my life when the plunge must be taken.
INCOMING MESSAGE
> FROM: Jack Crawford
> TO: Nome base
> SUBJECT: Request to join
> ENCRYPTION: High
Hey there. My name's Jack Crawford, and as you may have already guessed, this is my application for the Xeno Alliance.
Where to begin? My parents were both small buisnessowners in Manhattan. We owned a little store that sold whatever knick-knacks we could get our hands on. Cheap food, engine parts, you know the drill. Life had its ups and downs, and work was hard, but we generally did alright and my parents always did their best to care for me and my nine siblings.
My father was a veteran of the Liberty Navy. Lost his leg single-handedly fighting off a a whole horde of rogues until help arrived. He even got a medal for it! After the war, he married my mother and life was good for a while.
That is, until those money-grubbing rice eaters from Samura got involved! They had just set up shop in the neighbourhood and they didn't like my old folks cutting into their profits. So they lowered prices so that my parents could no longer compete with them, tried getting 'em sued for obscure breaches of regulations and sent their thugs to threaten us. Well, long story short, we went bankrupt and had to sell our shop.
We were forced to beg to survive! Can you believe it? My father, a hero of Liberty, forced to kneel in the dirt and beg! And did the Navy care? Hell no! He wasn't useful to them anymore, so now he was worse than dirt to them.
After my parents died of pneumonia, their corpses stayed on the street all day. Nobody bothered to even look at them. We eventually had to carry him to the sea ourselves.
Anyway, after the deaths of my parents, we had to do odd jobs to survive. Luckily, helping around in the shop had given us a few useful skills. We had learned to do things like repair busted engines and pawn off stolen goods. We were encouraged to learn and our parents always strived to give us a good education. As we got older, me and my siblings gradually grew apart from each other. Three of them died because of an accident in the factory they were working in, two of them died of the pittsburgh pox, another two were too slow to escape capture by the cops and got sent to Texas, one got shanked by a bunch of drunken junkers and one decided to steal a rhino and try to make it big as an independent trader. I haven't heard from him since.
So I was left alone. I wandered the streets of Manhattan, doing some chores for various people and looking for a purpose in life. I was angry. Angry at the greedy foreigners for killing my parents. Angry at life itself for putting me in this. I had joined various groups and cults trying to find the meaning in life and all of them felt like nothing but scams designed to beat my hard-earned credits out of my pocket.
And then, I met the Xenos.
I had known the Xenos for quite some time, of course, but I had thought of them as nothing but a bunch of gun-crazy redneck loonies. It was only after I read and reread a pro-xeno pamphlet lying on the street that I understood who they really where: they were libertonian patriots who fought to keep the corporations and foreigners in the place where they belonged and bring back the real liberty from before the Age of Greed. The corporations weren't, as the media would want you to believe, champions of free trade that would bring everyone prosperity like the media would want you to believe. No, they were nothing more that a bunch of spoiled children who desperately wanted to wring every credit out of the little man just so that they would have the latest gizmos and toys. They were just criminals in business suits.
I had already been thought some flying skills by my father (he had inherited a starfighter from his brother and sometimes used it to buy stuff at places like Pittsburgh), so I patched up a rusty old ship from a nearby scrapyard, took off from Manhattan and never looked back. I found people like me, people who were sick of Liberty's corporate tyranny and decided to fight back. Long story short: I found Mitch Griffith and his gang and now we're trying to apply with the Xeno Alliance.
>>> Incoming Transmission <<<
Callsign: Richard "Cobra" Steiner
From: Ouray, Colorado
To: Successful Applicants
[font=Century Gothic]Gentlemen, greetings and welcome to the Xeno Alliance. I have personally looked over every single one of your applications and they are all accepted. Mr. Griffith, Mr. Roberts, and Mr. Crawford, you have now officially joined the Xeno Alliance. Please meet one of our brothers at Ames Research Station in Kepler, so they may help with getting you settled.
Long Live the Xeno Alliance,
Long Live Freedom,
Long Live Liberty!
- XA-Cobra
[font=Fixedsys] >>> Ending Transmission <<<
//Please PM me your skype contacts
JihadJoe Wrote:Xelgion, you have done a marvelous thing. Eppy is begging for mercy, in full caps.
*Dakota Simons pulls up to his computer and turns on the screen.*
"Damnit!" *He slams his fist on the table*
"This is the second job ive lost do to this coorparate Ageira company"
*He looks at the screen and pops up a job search but something catchs his eye*
"Whats this?"
*The computer screen lights up and a man on the screen starts talking* "Tired of the Liberty government pushing you around tired of them taking your hard working jobs then look to further join the Xeno Alliance today!"
*Dakota stopped closed his eyes and took a deep breath*
"There right! This needs to end now! I want to end this corrupted government once and for all!"
*He fills out a form for the Xeno Alliance Leadership*
"This is Dekota Simons im 24 years old ive lost countless jobs to this corrupt government..Im offering my services to you. I have 5 years of flight combat schooling. Use me as your instrument to end this terror now"
Incoming Transmission.
From: Chris Forbes
Call Sign: Nightmare
Intended to: Nome Base
Encryption: High
Subject: Request to join your ranks.
*laughs* Yo Xeno command, names Christopher Forbes , call me Nightmare. Why so ? *laughs* i'll fill you in shortly so don't get your undies in a twist. Hmm i'll keep the jibber jabber to a minimum, born and raised in Manhattan. No i was not some rich slick fool, I was just part of the 'norm'. 17 years young and I was living the life, well the life for me anyways.
Got involved in abit of illegal gambling all over planetside, had some friends in some high places who got their hands on some marijuana.. god damn was that stuff good *laughs* and even managed to handle some Artifacts, pretty sweet little trinkets which fetched me a hell of a price to the older folk of Manhattan. Found myself at one stage handling just over a million credits. Not bad for a 17 year old. *giggles*
I bought my first Starflier at 18, just to explore the New York system, headed to Newark where I somehow got involved with a bloke who i'd later find out to be a Junker. Who filled my naive head with some more 'get rich quick schemes' took me to the far side of Manhattan, to the Junker base Rochester. Damn fool you had to see his quarters, the bloke was about as clean as the New Jersey Debris field. The plan was help him haul a load of Cardamine directly to Manhattan, seemed perfectly fine i mean i could see Manhattan out the bloody window so it wasn't some lengthy run. And out of all the traffic that runs through Manhattan, whats the chances of me getting caught? *chuckles* My mistake. *laughs hysterically*
Busted just outside of Trenton.. something snapped in me though and the thrill of excitement took over - I made a run for it. Headed back towards Rochester ,instantly pursued by 3 Patriots ,devilishly fast bastards. But just when i thought i had made it clear in the Debris field, got smacked pretty hard by a Javelin. The explosion ignited the Cardamine in my hold and well the fumes were impossible to not inhale. I managed to eject shortly after but the damage was done, i was tractored in and on my way to Sugarland, highly intoxicated after taking in enough Cardamine fumes to mentally fry an Outcast *laughs*. I was treated on sight at Sugarland, from the footage i stole from the security feed, i was all over the place ,like a fish out of water. I was heavily sedated as the doc's from Medical tried to flush out the Cardamine from my system, but it was apparently too late. They assumed I was gonna be dead, without a constant supply of the drug. For the first few months , i'd wish i had been dead. The side effects at first were crazy - *laughs* the insomnia, the random mood swings , the migranes. Over time,the side effects seemed to have stopped. Medical assessed me and explained that my constant laughter was my own brand of antibiotics and seemed to relieve the side effects of the Cardamine.
I spent the next 5 years serving the maximum Juvenile sentence at Sugarland, under watch by Medical psychologists. My cell mates and the officers there labelled my laughter a Nightmare as I would even laugh during my sleep. So it caught on, obviously I made very little contacts during my time there as everyone thought I was crazy. Except one bloke, his quarters must of been on the far side of the prison as he seemed unaware of my little 'gift' he said he had ties with the Xeno's and that i should think about joining the cause. Now everyone i knew back on Manhattan, knew about the Xeno's. From what we read from the Tabloids and news feeds. the Xenos were crazy ,rampart attackers who had no respect for the law and were held back by little, or no rules. *laughs* I was thinking damn fool thats for me. so the minute i was out of Sugarland I'd find some contacts to get involved with ya'll.
I've lost nearly everything , I still got my skills, my optimism ,my bad ass self, and whats left of my sanity. *laughs*
You give me a chance, and i'll give you not only a pilot and a follower for your cause. I'll give you one heck of a ride !
***Message Sent on Several Strongly Coded and Encrypted Channel***
**Deciphering...**
*Deciphering Complete*
Message Intended For: Xeno Alliance
Message From: Gregor Smalls
Greetings Xeno Alliance!
This is Gregor Smalls former Liberty Navy pilot. My rank was Master Sargeant Smalls, then suddenly a thunder fron the sky, they sent me a transmission: "**Incoming transmission: Dear Master Sargeant: We are sorry to report, that your position at the Liberty Navy is no longer available, due to the following reasons: Your rank requiers to fly atleast a gunboat, we warned you repeatedly to get the requierd vessel, you failed to finish the swap. So we are hereby to divest you from your rank and title at the Liberty Navy until you are sitting in your glorious gunboat and your ready to fight for the corporations and all the factions of Liberty. **Transmission Ended**" After reading this transmission, I Gregor, decided to tare all Liberty's corrupt and false policy and goverment apart. I was considered to be one of the best Fighter pilot in the Navy, but suddenly they wanted to put me in a discusting flying piece of metal wreck (that's what I call all those huge flying "lolwut" vessels, which built's main cause is to overpower enemys with money). Now I'm feeling like to join the Xeno Alliance so I can have my allies on my sight who are flyin for the same cause.
My current vessel is an Eagle Civilian Very Heavy Fighter. I've doned hundreds of missons for the Xenos so I gained the affilation: Xeno Guard, I have a Xeno Guard ID on my Vessel too. My weponry is to collapse shields of those flying metal wrecks. This is being doned with the following weaponry: 2x mp. Debilitator Mk I, 2x Archangel , 2x Jade, MX-17 Nuclear Mine, CD95XT Train Cruise Disruptor. My support equipments are: Enhanced Thruster, Adv. Champion H. F. Shield, CM-4 Enhanced Flare Module, Advanced Cargo Scanner, Armor Upgrade MK VIII. Waiting for the alliance to comply this transmission, then we can discuss the details in private comms. I Already made contact with one of your fellow member. He's callsign will remain unknown in this transmission. (Sorry about it, can't remember, tough his skype name is: Akane_Kobayashi :>)
Regards: Gregor smalls.
**Transmission Ended**
If you bargify (pilot a barge), you have to change your call-sign once a week, or you will draw such attention which kind a 16 year old spoiled young lady could'nt handle neither. (Let alone you) PS: My old trader self's note. I WANNA BE A HERO... I mean Zoner oO
*a communication channel opens again* "Greetings this is Mitch Griffith hailing the Xenos Alliance once more. One of my crew members, Bob Cannon is having some trouble with his communication systems, so that's why I'm forwarding his officiale application for him.
Quote:Dem0nFang: Bob cannon was raised by his parents, who were average civilians in the Texas system. During his youth he saw a lot of criminal activity. Every time the LPI came to restore order for these citizens. Bob really looked up to the LPI. When he grew up he joined the LPI to make sure justice would prevail in Liberty. As he climbed up in the ranks of the LPI, he started to see that the LPI werent serving the same justice to the lower class.
When he got married and had a son, he spent more time with his family. A few years later Bob had to arrest mineworker because he was loitering. He asked his chief why these mineworkers were arrested. The chief didnt answer and told Bob not to worry about it, because it was not his choice to make. Once again he began to doubt the ways of the LPI.
When Bob was working in the walls, he met Mitch Griffith (one of the prisoners). As Mitch told his life story to Bob, Bob realised that his suspicions were right all along. Now that his fears were confirmed he contacted the Xenos and told them that he wanted to join them in their fight for justice, regardless the cost. Bob convinced his chief to relocate some mineworkers from the walls (Mitch was one of them). Instead of going to another prison, he fled to the Xenos.
Bob sent a message to the LPI that they deceived him with their so called justice and he wished he had never served such liars.
Soon after Bob joined the Xenos, he received a message from his family. It said that they never wanted to have contact with him ever again, now that he became a terrorist. And that he shouldnt try to find them, because he would never find them. With this Bob became depressed and even more angry with the LPI. But he always kept in mind that this was for a greater purpose: Freedom and justice for Liberty.
Mitch had lost everything and everyone he had too, and now they only had eachother. Bob told Mitch the same thing he tells himself all the time, that they must do this to make sure freedom and justice returns to Liberty.
Together they started to gain reputation with their new faction, the Xenos.
Mitch Griffin has passed this on to me. It never fails to amaze me how far the LPI will go. It would be an honor to have you join our ranks. With you helping out. We will stand that much better of a chance putting Liberty back to the way it should be.
Please make your way to Ouray. My office is near the hangar. it would be a pleasure to meet you.
Jonathon Jones
XA-DeathAdder
Commander
Xeno Alliance
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