As many people my father was imprisoned in Huntsville. He was fair worker but he lost his job. He tried to find new one but in Liberty there were so many refugees working for small salary that he could't find new job. So he was prisoned for over powerty. He had to worked in Huntsville as slave and his salary was just a food. After one year when was 40 he looks like old man. I saw him last time two months before his death. Official reason of his death was: heart attack. But we don't trust it. We never get his body.
I was born 7/6/797 AS so I'm 20 years old. From my childhood I was fed by Liberty lies like: Land of opportunity and wealth, where your every dream comes true. I knew what happend to my father and I knew that I want revenge my father. I just didn't have opportunity. But I heard rumors about Xenos. Organization of people who lost job like my father and organization which wants change something.
I know that I'm young and that I'm girl but I want help you, I want change something and I want revenge my father.
.....while sitting at his desk...Jonathon stares out the station portal into the vastness of space...seems peaceful..but it is a lie. Many things happen out in space, most of them not good. Oppression,tyranny,drugs and slavery......Damn good thing We are here thinks Jonathon....
His wandering mind is interrupted by the incessant beeping of his comm unit...After listening to the message, Jonathon starts typing out a response..
Miss Rodriquez,
It is my pleasure to have recieved your message. We do indeed have a place for you here in our organization. I to had lost my job with the corporations after 20 yrs of faithful service. That is one of the things all of us here have in common, Along with the oppression of the current government.
To this end, We would like to meet with you concerning your desire to join us. If possible, please make your way to Ames Resaerch station in Kepler. I will have one of the boys come out and pick you up.
It would be a pleasure to talk with you. You also have my condolences regarding your father.
A dark haired man, with a pale look on his face is sitting in an almost empty appartment. He leans forward and stops for a moment. His hand reaches for a device lying on the table. With a deep sigh he presses a button.
A female voice sounds out from the device. "Transmission sent".
..INCOMING TRANSMISSION..
Comm ID: Didacus Jules
Origin: Planet Manhattan
Hello.. My name is Didacus. Didacus Jules.
I've been in prison.. I met some people there, they were speaking about freedom.. about justice. I listened and took their words to heart, which is why I am doing this. I am no criminal, if that is what you think. I served my time in jail for no good reason at all. So much for justice, so much for freedom.
Before my time in jail I was leading a small-time waste disposal company on Manhattan.
It was a family business, which I took over after my parents moved to Bretonia.
Being the oldest then at the age of 28, my four younger brothers looked up to me to run the business. This was ten years ago. They have since moved on to different jobs, while I remained.
It could have been worse, I admit. The life I have lived up until now was not a bad one. But I am prepared to throw it all aside. My life has been nothing but an illusion, and I want no more of it.
I am prepared to fight, for freedom and for justice.
This is Didacus Jules, ending transmission.
"ince moved on to different jobs, while I remained.
It could have been worse, I admit. The life I have lived up until no..."*click*
"Well, what do you think?"
He didn't know what to think. The man sounded tired, he sounded a straws breadth away from being broken. Most of the joins that he caught were young, pissed off and eager to die... Something that they generally obliged themselves in their passion.
Something about the man reminded him of another old timer spooking around Ouray.
David Chambers rocked on his heels for a moment, cracking his knuckles while he worked the thoughts over in his head.
"Roy, I think if possible I'd like to have you send out your boys and collect that fellow, if he's willing to come along. He doesn't sound like a gent who would be comfortable doing out works planetside, going to see if maybe I can put some fire into the gravel that he's shoveling out of yon speaker.
I'm taking off tomorrow Roy, I think if I've got Mr. Jules there sitting in the back of my shuttle it'd be worth all the hastle to make it down here to pick up the bunch of raw ass kids you shoveled me this time around."
The two let out an affable chuckle as they returned to the card game the transmission had interrupted, the recruiter and and the generous host, always willing to serve up another soul's wish to die in the name of something greater than himself.
Quote:The Xeno Alliance stands for freedom from oppression, freedom to choose, freedom to fight for what is right, a return to a labour based economy, which does not rely on slaves or foreign produce to survive.
When I read this, I nearly cried.
My will to join relates to that of many others that I've heard of. I've been imprisoned myself, as well as many of my sons and daughters for inability to pay for even basic necessity, whatever that may be by Liberty standards. Many of them looked for ways out, and ended up on Malta. I was smart, I managed to escape. I warned them about what could happen, only being ignored. I feel remorse for this defiance, but who's to blame them? Prison is not a place anyone would want to stay.
A man in his 50s, I have many regrets for my life so far, what I've screwed up. I'm done. It's time to fight. Major portions of my life have been hindered by prison time, and starvation. I had nothing, I have nothing, and I paid the price because of this.
I am strong, I am willful, yet I am poor. No more. Please accept my request.
Jonathon's communicator starts beeping just as he leaves the hangar bay.."Hmm. must be something important" murmurs Jonathon. He continues on down the hallway to his office, As he enters he hangs up his flight helmut and flight gear.
"It has been a fairly productive day today" Jonathon says to himself. "I wonder How it can get any better"
After pouring himself a cup of coffee , Jonathon starts listening to his messages.."Hmmm"..
Jonathon quickly types out his message..
"Mr. Whitton,
This is Jonathon Jones, recruiter for the Xeno Alliance. While I haven't personally spent any time in the "wonderful establishments" of the LPI, You do have my deepest sympathies you and your family has faced.
It is also refreshing that after all this time you want to help make things right. To this end, It would be a great pleasure to meet with you to discuss your promising future. One thing I can guarantee..You will not go hungry. If possible, please meet some of our boys up at Ames. They will take good care of you and bring you on in to Ouray.
Until we meet..
Jonathon "DeathAdder" Jones
Recruitment Officer
Xeno Alliance
..With that all typed up. Jonathan hits the send button and mutters."Slavers, scum of all Sirius, almost as bad as a Junker..."
Hey my name's Regal Bryant *panting*. as of right now I'm kinda busy with the LSF on my tail. im trying to make my way off Manhattan but I'm being cut off at every turn *background voices* "Hey he went this way!" Son of a...Hold on *gun fire* ok i think I've lost them *static* dam jammers...not an hour ago i was shot at by the LSF for helping a friend of mine escape a trial to a crime he didn't commit, i have been going non stop since then. i would have gotten this out to you sooner but i have been rather busy. After much searching and Intel gathering i have finally found the way to contact you. but at possibly the wost time I'm afraid. At any rate, I want to join you. i believe that i can help you. the working class needs to be put to a higher position. the ones who don't work and get handed money have to much say over what happens. liberty must be stopped in this respect. *Static* dam they are gettin closer. Unfortunately i gotta run. If you receive this message and accept my request send some one to Pennsylvania to meet me *Gunfire* *Static*
As Jonathon sits back listening to the music in the bar, He notices his comm unit flashing...
"dang, I hate these things" he mutters, while reaching for his comm unit. While he listens to the message he notices that the sender is a tad bit rushed... "hmmm"
Jonathon motions to 2 of the security guys.
"Gentlemen, I need you to see if you can go pick this guy up. He seems to be in a tight spot"
Jonathon gives them Mr.Bryant name and last known position.
"When you all get back, The drinks are on me"
As the security guys leaves, Jonathon sits back and continues to listen to the music...
"Just a little bit more relaxing, then I can get back to work..." he sighs....
I have seen your work in liberty and think its time to join your orginisation or whatever it is.
I dont care who i fly with or if i fly with anyone at all. But i do care who i fight against. I want to fight everyone who trys to stop our movement.
Consider this for me.
Transmission End
Signal Lost
*opens chips*
*STATIC*
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