Xeno Alliance Recruitment (iRP) ***OLD***

[centauri5pirate]

COMM ID: DESERT MOJAVE
ACCESS ID: 116261E
TRANSMISSION SOURCE: OURAY BASE
COMM TARGET: STARKILLER

MESSAGE COMMENCING........

Starkiller,

Perhaps some information on your background might speed things along a bit. The recent change in leadership has been causing a bit of confusion around here as you might imagine, so bear with us during this transition.

Where do you and your family come from? What are your reasons for wanting to join our cause? What sort of piloting experience do you have and what line of ship are you familiar with?

Although our encryption levels are high on this channel, we do face a constant barrage of hacking attempts (some successful) by the Liberty lackeys. If you don't want your message to be viewed by the lawdogs, I'd recommend a more secure channel, where we may discuss your interest in our cause in private.

I look foward to your response.

-Mojave out.

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*LINK TERMINATED*

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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.

[Janus]

In a crowded, run down bar, a young woman sits hunched over a comm unit, struggling to type through the tears rolling down her face. Nearby, a group of tough, rough looking men swap stories of a fallen colleague, occasionally sparing glances for the daughter he left behind.

The corporation didn't care, a letter of sympathy to soften the eviction notice from the workers housing was all that was deemed neccessary, but these men do. What will happen to her now they wonder, where will she go, this young woman they consider one of their own.

The answer, she hopes, lies in her father's final words and the message she's about to send. Wiping her eyes, she pulls a crumpled scrap of paper from her pocket, entering the the comm code, praying it's still valid.

Comm ID: Madison Tate

Trasmission Source: Planet Pittsburg

Transmission Destination: Xeno Alliance

Encryption Level: None

I buried my father today.

He gave them more than 20 years, worked himself raw everyday extracting their precious boron. He wanted me to get an education, another year and we'd have saved enough. Then he got sick. I know what being educated means now, you get to stiff the ones that haven't got any. When he was healthy, he was an asset to them, sick, he was worthless. The money's mostly gone now, spent on doctors and medicine.

None of it did any good, he died last week. So now I've got no family, no home, nothing but a sick man's dying wish.

'Show them' he said. 'Show them what I was never brave enough to do. Show them what Liberty really means.'

They'll be looking for me now. They gave me a week to leave and I used it well. It's not much, just a guesture, but it's a statement of intent. I *will* show them.

I know where to go. He told me that. If I make it, I'll be looking for you there.

[centauri5pirate]

COMM ID: DESERT MOJAVE
ACCESS ID: 116261E
TRANSMISSION SOURCE: OURAY BASE
COMM TARGET: MADISON TATE, PLANET PITTSBURG

MESSAGE COMMENCING........


Madison,

I am truly sorry for your loss. Your story is not an unfamiliar one to us. Once again, an innocent falls victim to the greed and corruption that has infested Liberty.I believe you are making the right choice in deciding to find more about us and what we do. As this channel is not secure, I will be brief.

Please DO NOT attempt to locate our base in Colorado by yourself. Due to the recent activity of the Liberty Navy and police patrols, not to mention the Hunter ships looking for a little more blood money, we have stepped up our patrols considerably and all pilots are a bit on edge, thus making them a bit more trigger-happy than usual. I would like you to contact me via secure comms so that we may discuss this matter more in private, and then will be happy to have an escort sent for you so that you may arrive to us in one piece.

I look foward to your reply.....

-Mojave out.

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***LINK TERMINATED***

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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.

[Janus]

Comm ID: Madison Tate
Trasmission Source: New York System
Transmission Destination: Desert Mojave, Ouray Base.

Mojave,

My destination isn't Colorado, although I'm going through there. I was told about a certain research station I might meet a friendly face. I'll attempt to establish secure comms from there.

Madison out.

[Vergil]

Incoming Transmission


*bzzrt* I was a man of honesty, I worked an' worked on the fields in Texas, doing what I should be doing, and all of a sudden, some man with a skin-tight face and weird slit-like eyes comes down and burns my farm and steals what he didn't burn. I lost my wife, farm, everything. And do you know what those Liberty bastards did? Absolutely nothin'. Too busy scarfing donuts and drinkin' coffee to worry about the safety of one honest man. I want to join the Xenos to make sure no other forienger ever threatens a hard-working man again!

Ending Transmission

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Xelgion, you have done a marvelous thing. Eppy is begging for mercy, in full caps.

[centauri5pirate]

COMM ID: DESERT MOJAVE
ACCESS ID: 116261E
TRANSMISSION SOURCE: OURAY BASE
COMM TARGET: RANDOM COMMS CHANNEL 401b.227, TEXAS SYSTEM

MESSAGE COMMENCING........

Mr. Farmer Man,

I feel your pain immensely. These foreign scum come to our homes taking what they wish. I hear stories like this all the time and it angers me to no end.

This is one of the reasons that we strive to rid our beautiful House of these interlopers. And relying on the local law to help is foolish at best. I would like to discuss this further over secure comms so certain people would be hard-pressed to dig their noses where they do not belong.

As I do not know your name, I shall refer to you as your Comms Channel designation.

Please contact me on Ouray, 401b. Thank you for your interest in our cause.

-Mojave out.

......END TRANSMISSION

***LINK TERMINATED***

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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.

[xxrockstar992xx]

*****transmission incoming*****
*****location: Rochester base*****
*****signal strength.... Weak*****

Being a Junker... as were my parents.... i had a salvage ship... just collecting things trying to make a decent living... when one day, a former classmate of my old school came... a bully of my days... had now become a pirate with his group of friends.. They saw me in my beat up ship... and tried to blow me up. i baraly escaped.. i am sick of pirates...sick of the smugglers... sick of the slaves...sick of liberty.... everyone is controlled... but i see you are not...This is a message to join the Alliance for their is no other way to make a name for myself. no other way to make a living... having nothing left.. i need this...


*****transmission:lost*****
*****searching.....*****
***** unable to find signal******

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[12:51:19 PM] Sean: Actually, Alex is cool, I forgot 8-)

[Tanker]

As Jonathon sat in his office he noticed the red light blinking on his comms....weird..that hasn't happened since..well, in a long long time. It indicated that a high security message was waiting...

As Jonathon listened to the message a look of astonishment crossed his face.

"This is almost unheard of!" he exclaimed. "No wonder it was security tagged"

Jonathan immediately began typing out this reply

Greetings,

It was with surprise that I have recieved a message from you. As I am sure you know our relations with is usually a bit less than cordial. It then appears to me that you are serious with your request to help us with our cause.
Just one thing puzzles me. I don't have your name. However I am not without contacts. Please make your way to Ames Research Center. I will come myself to escort you in to Ouray.

Until we meet,

Jonathon "DeathAdder" Jones
Officer, Commanding

[horvat]

[font=Courier New]-------Incoming Transmission-------

Comm ID: Robert LeRoy Parker AKA Butch Cassidy
To: XA
Subject: Recruitment


Good day gentlemen! I came here to join marvelous Xeno alliance. I won't lie to you, i believe honesty is the first step towards a great cooperation. You must ask yourself what are this guys reasons for contacting us? There are none, HAH! I bet you are surprised now. My only so called reason is to see everyone blow up and if you need a "loose cannon" I'm just the man for you. Now who would enjoy killing people?A Lunatic?Ex army man?Both are Correct!!! I will wait for your answer.

PS: My mommy left me when i was 5, maybe that is the reason why i have such a big killing instinct.

<div align="right]With regards Billy

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[lilrobot]

***TRANSMISSION INCOMING.***

Communication Identification: Seth Johnson
Transmission Location: New Tokyo System, Shinjuku Station
Communication Target: Xeno Alliance
Subject: Recruits

I've been hearing about a group called the Xeno Alliance. It's known to me that they are very infamous with the Liberty side of the galaxy, yet others envy them. I, myself, used to travel in a group much like the Xeno Alliance. Except, we were only three people. We traveled the Sirius systems in search of glory, and more then that, credits. Every way we turned, there would be someone we could loot, or kill. We then ended up in a chase. The Liberty Navy was out to get us. The chase took place in the New York - Texas systems, back and forth. Being fired at, we took evasive action and went into the Pennsylvania Nebula outside of the New York -> Pennsylvania Jump Gate. We had no idea of it, but the Liberty Navy was waiting on the other side. As the Nebula is filled with large bits of rock, it was impossible not to hit one. The two other group members flew off, and both rammed into a shard of rock, sending them to their death. It took me months to get out of the Pennsylvania Nebula, when getting out, everything seemed different. My house on Planet Manhattan has been commendered. I no longer had a home, but I still had wealthy amounts of cash. Seeing as how there was nothing left, I went to the Tau - 31 System. I purchased a Transport Freighter and started to deliver goods throughout the Sirius systems. However, I encountered many Xeno on the way through each route. I was angered by them, and was tired of being pushed around every which way until I had no money left. This is where I say to stop. This is where I want to see what it's like. I will offer to the fullest of my abilities to defend and protect the Xeno Alliance. I will not fail you.

Static

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