Name: Vaelin Darklight Alias: Johnathan Toledo Alternative Alias:Nathan Codename:Sierra XVII
Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye color: [Link] Age: 20 Affiliation: Lane Hackers
Military Background
Error Corrupt
[color=#99ffff]History
[color=#cc0000]Error Corrupt
[color=#ffffff]//Might I add to mind that no one is to use what I post as a Meta, If so then you are to ask me first.
Reporting on the situation of busting a slaver. They broadcasting their business over the system wide communications. Proposing as a customer, I was able to as well as a Bounty hunter was able to set up an ambush at the sector coordinates of G-3. The Slave liner was chased down for the fact that I had hired the Bounty hunter was that they were in a light fighter and after letting the chase lead for a while before we were able to stop the ship.
It progressed and the BHG vessel kept the liner pinned down, where I was able to get a ship to come out. we were able to save the one hundred slaves. We then gave them the choice to eject and be captured or to go down with the ship, they ejected and we were able to arrest them where the ship was then destroyed and the two offenders were then shipped to the Missouri and later confirmed guilt and now serve the sentence of one hundred claims of slavery.
Upon unlocking and moving to fort-bush, I spotted two Cruisers but was unable to do anything about the such as they moved to Rochester. Continued on to where I was given codes to a secure group with DHS AIT agent Yunee Yukine and Elite Agent Nikasha Jinko. We didn't link up first as I took pursuit of a Corsair gunboat. refusing to stop opening fire, we both left worse of for ware as only a few points of hull integrity was holding their ship together, but the same went for me as one of the panels left my ship exposed and had to leave.
Patrolling with both Yunee and Nikasha. we observed a clash between pirates. Accounted for was a Outcast, Two rogues. two traders. one of the rogues were a Cruiser but after so long we left and then returned to New york. where we subjected traffic to stops and scanned before they were permitted to pass.
After a short break on fort bush, I undock'ed to find the stations guns live and firing at a Outcast Barghest but unfortunately was unable to acquire any gun-cam pictures, I was unprepared as they hit my ship with a Nova torpedo dropping both our shields. I activated my ships shield regeneration but a second later as a second pass was taken and his shield remained down, in that instance and I took the opportunity powering the Anti-matter cannon and I hit their starboard side obliterating their ship.
The second was catching a Rogue Berghest this time who tried to travel back to the badlands catching it as it came out of the trade-lane, it continued to try run on Thruster how ever it was easily caught. Later its prisoners were freed onto the LN-Peacekeeper who transferred them to the nearest base. The Rogue then refused to be taken in and attempted to hire a mercenary and we proceeded to engage. five kilometers from the jump-hole to the badlands while the shield with down the Barghest took at critical hit from my Anti-matter cannon. we returned to help LN-Goldenheart and during a few passes the target took some mines to the hull weakening before a Anti-matter charge landed and obliterated the ship.
[color=#ffff99]Recently things have escalated and a full report on each account is no longer possible but there is a few more marks to add to the wall and they are as the following.
During a little firefight with a Hacker called Nicole Hunter, they had a bit more then they could chew, they knew it.Claimed it would be short, if only that was the case. It matters little though, she tried to flee after the few passes and tried a few tricks to no avail. unfortunately, she didn't seem interested in what I had to say. During this little conflict of interests a LSF vessel contacted me, ruined the mood of the day, Under investigation by the DIA, there current new investigatve project. Met up and got hounded on not right away but he built up to that assistant Director Brown of the DIA that or primary Director, wasn't paying much attention.
My attitude seemed to have had to gain a complaint from a freelance trader, interesting It'd land me so deep but I guess there all about their professionalism, unorthodox ways don't seem to sit to well. half way through my little scolding though it seems that a certain some one would like to do a little business which I'd be glad, something tells me I'm going to bit of a grinder on the nerves on some of the higher assets of the LSF forces, I'd prefer when they decide to cut me loose that I have something planned.
There is a term that escapes me but basically I'm to make a little hole, Rabbit hole. something tells me in this profession that I'll need a hole. lets just hope that this new... acquittance of mine can help me set this up without to much trouble nor raising alarm.
Eventful days aren't always the best, just been a bit of quiet one today, good day with only one fatality during flight. Met a Naval recruit by the name Jane Hartman, quite an interesting individual and seems to be more connected into the inner working of things, her own agents as she calls them, ironic how ever is a person that we both have interest in, Nicole Hunter, shes been unable to get much on her which is amusing. Either way, it seems I'm not the only one looking to contact the key-logger.
Apart from that, after Jane left, Shifted into Magellan then back to California where, a pirate was encountered, a Roc... Terminated.
Eventful, that pretty much sum's up the previous week. drugged.. bound, traded off, informed... vengeful.. informed.. back to square one, Seems that some one picked up that I was trying to make a rabbit hole for if I was to become expendable talked to a hacker... got tracked... Detained, drugged... shipped off to Kodiak station where I was to meet a doctor, before that though, was shipped off to Minor to meet a lady, Kidnapped from the LSF... and to the RoS... Kate Golanska... freed, ghost from the past as it would seem, my amnesia wasn't so cut and dry. Wish it was, to many complications and at the moment I don't have the experience to handle this all, but it keeps stacking up. Two woman if interest... And now I am back with the Liberty security forces... funny enough after a little... talk with the director if you could call it that. Some person talking about the Sierra squadron... Like hell I'd change my naming if he wants to form his dead wing.
[color=#00cccc]For today, Vodka... eat.. sleep, have to get out there, sitting around doing nothing is driving me insane.
[color=#00cccc]Is it bad, that when others have a chance to know their past, they embrace but all I wish to do is escape it, I can feel even now that I don't want to be in the Security forces. There isn't a sense of freedom here at what I thought might be here, just more complications. Just need a clear path forward or a way to forget. the sensation of choking is the worst and the build of pressure. staying in limbo is driving me crazy as is being monitored. I need to do something extreme, blow off some steam.. Dangerous.. Adrenaline
The dull sensation of a beating heart hammered through his arteries. how ever not as strong as it was normally but it was a confirmation he was still alive, placing his hands on either side of the ground at his chest he forced his head up, the aching of his body becoming more noticeable and was acknowledged with a sharp intake of breath and a subtle groan. a gentle roar and the faint smell of smoke became more dominant as his awareness slowly came back to him. His eyes fixed on a chunk of debris laying just a hands reach away. staggering to his feet the sigh before him seemed alien to him, snow and scattered debris in a range of sizes but the main body looked familiar, a cockpit its cover broken. slowly he remembered as he closed his eyes trying to allow his brain to provide the memory. The sound of gunfire, the warning alarms, red lights and an unspeakable amount of profanities. The hunk of metal and glass ahead of him was his upholder, Sierra his tactical operations name. He shook his head gently as the chill of the air started to get to him. nothing was salvageable from the wreak, He turned checking himself for any wounds before checking his sidearm and limped away with the sun on his back.
"The dreams were all the same. They all lead from crashing from snow to a cavern, a deep cold takes over the limbs numbing the hands... until the frosts no longer nibs at the fingers... the arm.. then the chest. deaths embrace sweeps over and then, light but its always of waking. the first nights were the worst, they always are and then you adjust to it. Sometimes it changes, I see peoples faces, they are normal until they change to that of agony, then they decay... but there is one that remains unchanged a woman's face.. at least it has the shape the shape of a woman's face.. but the face isn't a face its a shape of a face, but then it splits duplicating changing to two faces.. three, four... five six.. six faceless faces.. the shapes two male no three, three male three female all there all faces, faces of body then the dark shapes they are shapes behind the faces. All this has been going in my head, but there there is more, reality shifts it turns it twists and clashes, I see things that's not there... I hear things that I don't hear, I see what I don't see, I cant see.. I walk.. I am walking, I am walking down the halls... my hand glides along it... feeling the texture of the wall as the skin passes over it... but I cant hold on.. it shifts and then I am here."
His hand shifted to the computer, the music sounded and it drowned out his mind his thoughts and consumed his freedom of thinking. his mouth moved along with it as he sang along and his mind returned to as it was, his hands shook, they slid from the controls and onto the ships armchair.
Just how far can one go before they are pushed past their breaking point, how many encounters good and bad can one take before they cave in. I have been made into a very desperate man. A Woman said to me I had threee options only she didn't know she did give me four. One.. Run and hide, cover my tracks but I feel as if I have been doing that for years and I really have no where to run to only places to run from, Number two, Commit suicide, the most entertaining thought but that type of desperation has yet to sink into me. Three stick to eiither the LSF or the Order, the ones who have been tracking me down. Four, Join the Hackers, Cant program a microwave to start for two minutes, blew up instead but that's probably because of what I put in there. I am more desperate then I care to say. I want the eyes gone, to not feel as if I am being watched as I sleep and that I don't have to look over my shoulder at every single turn I make.
Desperation one of the few things that can force a person to do anything. good people do monstrous things. Let see how far we go...
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