>>> 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. Smalls, Mr.Simons, and Mr. Nightmare, 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 <<<
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JihadJoe Wrote:Xelgion, you have done a marvelous thing. Eppy is begging for mercy, in full caps.
This thing on eh? *Taps screen*
Hmm its buzzin so Ah guess it must be!
Ello there! Me name be Joe! All mah frien's they call me Cotton Eyed Joe cus ah gots big eyes, Big eyes are gud! means ah can see what's goin on round me like!
Anyways back ta the important stuffs!
Ah been lookin ta join the Alliance for some time now!
You guys been an inspiration too me an many others an yet you lads n lady like, Jus keep on makin that big ol bit of difference fer us Xeno's way of life!
Ah guess Yew'd like ta know where am from eh?
Well me fam'ly is originally from Milford in pens like!
is where I grew up as a lad, stealin me dads rations and takin me maa's water.
I grew up in a round lil part on milford, lotta violence n stuffs there,
But that jus gon and made me a strong lad.
Ah gots me first ship when I was Sixteen years of age like! Me dad he manage to shoot down one a them bastard foreigners in an Eagle. Luck'ly enough the first shot penetrated the space shieldy thing and killed tha lad instant!
All tha wer needed for it wer a new space windy shield thingy! So me dad brought this beaut back home fer me ta fly!
Since then Ah've been flyin all me life, Space is the final frontier! is a Big ol battlefield! Filled with Foreigners that'll do anything ta pollute our skies like!
Them types..They need ta be killed! So we killed em! An we killed alots of em!
Mah greatest kill was when I was outnumbered Two ta my one! Both of em bombers like!
Thing was They was a horrid shot! They couldn't shoot me! Ah was like a butterfly thing An me sting was like a Bee! Ah managed to take out the first one purty quick! But tha last one He put up a purty good fight!
Anyways..Ah managed to kill the foreigner! An his big 'Ol bomber was still left in tact, Just a bit a duct tape and glue an she wer ready ta fly!
Tha's how Ah gots me first bomber if you's was wundrin!
Anyways, It's been about Four years since then! Ah'm now Twenty Three!
Ah'm a nice lad all tagether cus tha's how me maa wanted it!
Mah maa died about a year back too some navy types bombing one of ours bases, But me Dad is still round ere somewhere!
Anyways, Today Ah met a few of yer lads flyin round outside Ouray! We started talkin an stuffs an then we headed off ta plunder some foreigners off their food an stuffs, Sumthin bout some Super condo's or somethin!
So we was flyin an we chased some navy guy an then we met ourselves a few Hunter types! Now We dun like them goons! They try ta order us round an stuffs! We were'nt takin no crap from them! After they refused ta run away an leave us be they engaged..Shure it was a lill fight but Hey, Watcha gon do eh? They had a Gunship thingy an a fighter! so we was fightin then that darned spatialist Navy ship thingy guy comes and attacks us! So we blow him ta hell an then take care of those hunter types!
After this lil fireworks display We decided ta head back to Ouray fer some repairs! On tha way though One a yer lads name Taipan he asked some questions bout joinin ya'll an fightin fer a greater cause n stuffs!
Tha's what gave me the inspiration ta come over here an send this message!
Ah would like ta thank yer pilots fer their hospitality specially Coral! She talked alot Ah'n I like ta talk!
So tha's me over an out, Ah've said what needs ta be said!
G'day pilots!
-Transmission Ends-
[22:50:33] ☆ҳ̸̲Ҳ̸ҳEternalâ Nightmareҳ̸̲Ҳ̸ҳ☆(illi): i cyber with leather torps (smoking)
Will was relaxing at the Ouray Inn after a hard day. They managed to intercept some big shipment of goods that was going outside of Liberty earlier today. It was a exhausting day, and a long patrol. He had a couple of drinks and then went towards his office in which he found a open transmission on his console.
"What is it this time.." he thought to himself. He sat at his desk and listened to it carefully. "Ah, so this is the new applicant I heard about. Some of the guys mentioned he was flying with them today already, and the boss already knows about him." He opened another channel to respond to the new applicant. The effort to restore freedom in Liberty was getting bigger....
[color=#000000]Greetings.....Joe. Your devotion to protect Liberties interests from foreigners and foreign trade is most admirable. And it seems that you are already familiar with the use of duct tape. That experience will serve you well here. I also hear good things about you from my wingmen....*he nods* very good indeed.
Just keep in mind that we are not all about killing all foreigners. There is a certain degree in which they can be persuaded by words, and fear alone. Make your way towards the Colorado system, you will be brought to Ouray by our patrols. Well, there is only one thing left to say it seems....
A young arrogant man with dark hair stands confidently in front of the camera.
He flashes a wide grin.
"Greetings Xeno alliance." He smiles again.
"I know you have no idea who I am but my friends call me Pride."
The smile fades for a second.
"Not that I have friends" he frowns placing a finger on his chin.
"Anyhow, enough of the nicities." He struts an arrogant pose and grins again.
"While we don't know much about each other doubtless you have heard of our recent efforts to help you"
He laughs, its cold and humorless.
"Well I suppose when I say we I mean myself and greed."
"We had a particular little incident in colorado last night, some of your ships came online, I dropped em a lil message saying we were available if they needed a hand."
He smirks. "Turns out they did"
He tilts his head a little.
"Your boys. Gave us a shout about a problem at the colorado gate. Sadly it was a rather opertune time as were..."
He pauses to think.
"Liberating. Yeah. Liberating some luxury consumer goods from a trader. Regardless we dropped it and went off to lend a hand"
"It was rather refreshing. Some ragtag group of rouges and outcasts were. Well I don't really care what they were doing, your lads wanted them dead. I was too happy to obilge"
He grins darkly.
"Sadly your two pilots fell out fairly early in the fight. Managing to take out one of theirs. Storm or something was his I'd (he waves his hand dismissively) The last one asked us to retreat." He grins again "but we weren't done yet"
"We fought for a full half hour or so after that. Its so easy to lose track of time. They even called in another fighter, not that it would help them. Myself and greed are.... Superior" he smiles again.
"Anyhow, another one yours arrived. Codenammed harrier I beilieve. I suspect the mob knew their fate was sealed and they tried to run."
"They didn't get far really" before harrier and greed finished them off." He smiles again full of cruelty and malice.
"Regardless your guy harrier. Asked if we might look into joining. He told me there would be moderately better quarters and less soup." He pauses "god I hate soup"
He smiles again turning toward the camera.
"But I think it might be offensive to say we were playing games here and I am not sure iif what you do would work out for us."
"See reason I say that is cause myself and greed tend to favor the virage to the eagle. There is just something about attacking someone in a ship as dark as space itself (He pauses again) or what's left of my heart for that matter."
"So if you feel we can bring something to your cause and naturally if you sont mind the ships we fly. Perhaps a little trial perios is in order. Hmmmm?"
The comms channel drops to black suddenly.
____communications closed, channel open for reply____
[font=agency fb]Message From : LESTER McCALEBB Sent too : XENO ALLIANCE,HEADQUATERS ,COLORADO Subject : REQUEST FOR JOIN XENO ALLIANCE
[font=Courier New]Uploading Data
[font=Courier New]Name : Lester McCalebb Age : 23 Years old Sex : Male Born at : New York ,Planet Pitsburg
[font=agency fb]Greetings noble Xeno's
Am Lester McCalebb you can call me Raptor (Nickname)
I was young when grandfather teach me how too command ship , i learn fast so i got job in DSE driving big Transport too Kusari. But I was tired of driving the whole day and eventually get a small salary, then I met Xeno pilot Will Roach, he told me a lot about corruption in the ideology of liberty and freedom for the people of Xeno, I thought the days of dropping the current job and join Xeno Alliance to fight for freedom and rights of people, so today I called a friend and told him to find and order Eagle it because I am ready to sit in the cockpit and to join Xeno Alliance, for good or evil will follow you to death .. Justice and honor! For the glory!
A hooded person, wearing a grey mask forming a monsters skull appeared. His voice shattered through a damaged voxcaster, rendering it impossible even to get his gender.
"Xenos Alliance... I want all the goods of Liberty. I want it....because I am Greed. And I am Greed because I want to own everything in my eyes. Thus, you can call me Greed."
His head moved from one side to the other.
"Pride already spoked in my favor...I am too greedy to spend more time here then I have to. You saw me fighting against Rheinland. I shot down three hostile fighters and escaped, nearly unharmed. We are no mere Rookies. We will give the Xenos new Strength. If you have the brain to accept us."
_________channel died, blocking the possibility to replay_______
Anette Patrick opened the door to the office of the staff of recruitment.
Doing paperwork? Were they serious? And 'oh my god' there was a lot of paperwork begging for attention.
'Well' she thought, 'let's do this then'.
"No more synth meat before the work is done", the Boss said.
And everything she could ever thought of was.. well, synth meat.
So, left with no choice, she started reading.
Good. Let's make this as quick as a shut eye. I don't want to miss dinner.
Mr. Venoron. Never heard that name.
Your Application has been accepted. Welcome to the Xeno Alliance. You might aswell read the attached document and send me your S.K.Y.P.E protocol data, as soon as possible.
Mr. eh.. "Pride".. A Codename.. but of course. What else.
Your Application has been accepted. Welcome to the Xeno Alliance.
You might also read the attached document and send me your S.K.Y.P.E protocol data, aswell.
Mr. McCalebb. Oh lord, finally a name i can spell without breaking my tongue.
Your Application got accepted. Please make SURE that you really want to make such a step. Leaving your Job, an ensured income and a healthy life is a giant move you should think about again.
I'll send you our common documents unless you won't change your mind. Please read them and send me your S.K.Y.P.E protocol data as soon as possible.
Mr. OH SURPRISE another codename. Mister Greed *raises an eyebrow*
Let me get this straight Mister. Your application has been granted, but be sure you will be monitored continuously.
The Xenos Alliance is not meant to be a habitat for pirates and criminals. Although i know about your fighting and piloting skills, be sure that we will watch every single move. And let me get this straight. You break our rules and/or our trust in you, you will have seen Space for the last time.
[font=Fixedsys]The last words i will say today, are for everyone in this channel. You guys are from now on Trials. You may name it Trainees, Rookies or whatever you like to. We had and still have concerns about every single application. You all will be monitored and if we don't lose our concerns about you and your actions, you'll be kicked out again.
This is all gentlemen. The Battle of Ouray will begin soon, and i want to be first in line. If i miss my synth meat, because of this paperwork i'll kill someone.
So what's this. Error? ERROR? ARE YOU SCRAPPY PIECE OF A COMPUTER KIDDING ME?
GHAAAA*static*
Pitviper sat at his desk with massive amounts of paperwork to attend to. Frustrated and so angry that he could shoot someone for just blinking at him wrong. He went through the new applicants that were just accepted.
"Bah..." he mumbled "..rookies, every single one of them. They are lucky to have gotten in."
The communication terminal started beeping, it was one of the other Xenos.
"Sir, sir, are the rumors true?" he said in a somewhat rushed manner.
"What rumors?" Pitviper responded.
"Sir, I hear that four new guys were accepted. Are they supposed to get ships and duct tape too now?"
Pitviper sighed slightly..."Yes the rumors are true man, haven't you been listening in the damn bar? Yes you are supposed to get equipment for them, what? Do you want me to just draw it magically out of my pocket?"
He said it in a somewhat irritated manner. He was under much stress lately, and was lacking time in his ship because of paperwork.
The Xeno started muttering again, because he was beginning to get scare of Pitviper.
"S-sir, I have something else to say."
"Well talk then dammit, I don't have all day, now do I?"
The engineer continued...
"I have some other bad news.....T-the duct tape..."
Pitviper stopped him right there...
"What about the duct tape?"
"W-we, we don't have any left....w-we opened the last shipment just now, its meant for the new guys, and we have little left."
"WHAT? Thats it, this is the cue. Block all channels towards the recruitment office. [color=#FF0000]THE APPLICATION SECTION IS NOW OFFICIALLY CLOSED. No one else is getting in until we get more duct tape. Is that clear?" he yelled furiously.
"Y-yes, yes perfectly clear Pitviper, perfectly clear. I'll let everyone know right away."
Incoming Transmission...
Transmission Received... Decrypting...
To: Nome Base, Kepler
From: Fro Greene
Subject: Application for recruitment.
Message Reads:
Xeno affiliates, my name is Fro Greene, and I wish to work for you. Why? I can no longer bear the strains of hopelessness. I lost my job, and work is virtually nonexistent. Those damn trade companies changed everything, for the worse. The past three years I've had to pirate transports and sell their goods to feed my family. In the midst of doing just that, I ran into a Xeno. He told me of his ways, of the Alliance. I knew immediately that these men felt as I felt, bore the same anger and blood lust I bore. Immediately I knew it was my destiny to be a Xeno.
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