Well you'll have to trust me as I'm the one that owns the keys to your future.
Let's make it clear. I don't trust you, you don't trust me, which is perfectly fine.
The fact that you however did not run away crying for your mom, showed me what I wanted to see.
Welcome to the Xeno Alliance Mister.
Land of milk and honey? Far from it. A nation where the rich get richer off the backs of the working class. The poor get poorer and suffer from harsh work conditions. Corporations like DSE setting the computers to reduce the flow of oxygen in the corporate ships to save money, causing the pilots to not get enough oxygen and suffer from early onset dimentia. Ageira seek only every last credit they can pinch away from their workers. Interspace Commerce using it's wealth and clout to collapse an entire house? How long until they do the same to Liberty? A corrupt police force working for a corrupt government that shells out benefits to the super rich and looks upon the working class as if they had just stepped into a pile of dog poo while walking through the park.
These are the things I see with my own eyes. I don't have any degree to hang on my wall for the suits to ignore. I spent my time working just as my parents have, and in my spare time I read and research. I'm not liking what I'm seeing. Politicians are a problem, no matter what they say. The one tryinig to get in office berates the one in office for corruption, only to be just as corrupt once they have the job. Revolving doors and endless repeating cycles.
I've come to the conclusion it's time for a change, even if it means that change must come at the point of a gun. In reading through ancient historical archives I have come across these words:
'Experience hath shewn, that even under the best forms (of government) those entrusted with power have, in time, and by slow operations, perverted it into tyranny'
and
'The spirit of resistance to government is so valuable on certain occasions that I wish it to be always kept alive.'
These were writ by a man named Jefferson long before the war that took our home system of Sol. There's truth in those words and a fire burning within me. Another quote I found from another man unidentified is "'Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.'"
I'm 21 years old and I've got a part time job working the bar at Ames station. If you think your group could use me, I'll be there.
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:::Comms ID: Ronald Socha:::
:::Location: Ouray Base - Colorado System:::
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You have no idea how glad I am that people such as you wants to join us not only because of anger but also because of reason.
You don't have to tell me about damn DSE. I used to work for 'em.
You also don't have to tell me about corrupt government, greedy coppers, politicians full of bull... full of lies...
Yeah, we fight them every day.
You say you work in Ames bar? I'm pretty sure I've seen you there.
Tell you what. I'll meet you there and we'll talk a bit.
Whatcha say?
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SENDER ID: Steve Barett
LOCATION: Open Space
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One slip-up. That's what it took.
I was 15 years old, growing up in the worker-class neighborhoods of Manhattan.
I got caught joy-riding a Starflier. I was sent to juvie until I was old enough to get sent to Sugarland.
They then sent me to Planet Houston where I built Consumer Goods for 10 years, for little compensation.
Now, they refuse the fact I ever worked for them and won't give me a dime.
THEY, as in the companies hiding behind Liberty.
I can't stand it anymore. They destroyed my life, I shall destroy the system they have built all these years.
For that, I turn to you, Xenos. You're the most organised trully anti-corporation initiative I have encountered out here. Thus, I ask to join you and help bring down these criminals. Because we're not the criminals here. They are.
Comm ID: Malcolm Washburn Callsign: Smasher Age: 36 To: "Radical enclave" of the Xenos Alliance administration
I'll try to reduce my story as much as possible to save your precious time.
I'm a former forced laborer in the Colorado system, where I used to work for quite some time, where I suffered all the possible insults by the LPI, and many other foreign traders. I worked for them as a slave for every credit, for basic living needs, to barely survive. While the others enjoyed their fortune. I've never seen more corrupion than with them. Ageira Technologies, to whom I also worked for, took all the materials i used to make that were needed to expand the trade lanes - so the foreign traders would enrich, and have more comfortable jurney.
I couldn't resist myself anymore, and those words finally caught up with me: "That's enough you pieces of garbage!" - Right after i yelled, one cop tried to stop me. We got in a fight. More of those have arrived in no time, they beaten me and i was taken to the Huntsville Prison station in Texas system. While i was laying on the bed in my cell, I couldn't stop thinking of the revenge. I was tired of that corrupted goverment.
I wish i could hang 'em up all. I wish i could burn whole Liberty which gave me nothing of a life. But for the time being there, I made friends with a man called Bruce, known as ''Revolutionary''. He told me that the USI will visit the prison soon, to supply the LPI with all the good they needed. He offered me to run away. His plan was to sneak in a cargo bay of one of their ships on a lunch break and he also promised me that he would introduce me to the right people who were already a part of the Xeno Alliance.
I was so excited, I was just few steps away from meeting such a great and honoured people, who I heard about many brave things they've done. Who also destroy every foreign trader
in order to prevent the political corrupcy in Liberty, which I also wanted to do more above than anything.
They didn't make it easy for us, we had to kill a guardian with a fork, drag him under some stairs to hide the body, and we made it. Finally, the USI cargo-ship took off with us onboard, we moved away about 30k from Huntsville. Me and Bruce were fine. Then I, accidentally broke two crates of empty bottles including the oxygen one, that made damn loud noise. When the USI staff found us out, they were so scared, that they almost jettisoned us in the space. We somehow managed to convince them that we wish no conflict, and that we're only heading far away from the Liberty's corrupted goverment. Their response was a small vessel which they gave us, as the sign of good will to help us because they've received a message from Hunstville that two prisoners were missing and all the ships within range were meant to halt for a scan. In opposite, anything would happen. I didn't even got to thank them, as we were in hurry, and I could not even believe what they've done to ''save us''. We left like from catapult, Bruce were the one flying and he was 'drove' the ship just as crazy to distance ourselves as much possible. He was a very good pilot.
Soon enough the Liberty Rouges intercepted us and opened fire due to our refusal to stop. Sadly'¦ visibly damaged ship 'ruled' Bruce life. One rod pierced him in the middle of a stomach, then he told me: "I'm done comrade, I will not be able to withstand for a long time, I have a few minutes left of a strenght to tell you something"
He grabbed me for my prison shirt and continued: "Listen to me carefuly now, take over the remote control panel of the vessel and here's the map that will lead you to the Kepler system, find the Ames research station which belongs to the Zoners, Try to find a man with a name ''DeathAdder'', he will see what to do with you."
At that point, my great friend passed out. I wish i could thank him for everything and'¦
Those Rouges were unable to keep up with me as I've managed to run deep into the strange dark matter cloud In the Kepler system with taking all the countermeasures before firing the cruise. All of a sudden I was told to cut the engines by familiar Xeno voice, They have asked me to stop and they have asked me where am going. I obeyed their wishes. I responded with:
"Thank goodness you have found me. I'm going to Ames to see if I can find or get word to DeathAdder. I was told by a friend in Huntsville that he can help me'
With an amazement they accompanied me to the Colorado system. They offered me something to eat and drink and told me to tell them everything that happend. While flying with them, I remembered all the great words of my mate Bruce: "No matter how unhappy and sad you are, there will be always someone to listen to you, to help you in trouble"
Now i see that i came to the right place, to dedicate my life to the people who deserve such a help, and to finally realize my goal for which i was born. I'd like to join the forces together with your honoured ranks, to stop the corrupt government, police, and corrupt political organizations in Liberty.
As Jonathon was just finishing up on the days reports, his intercom buzzes... Jonathon mashes the intercom button and growls "What!"..
After a moment of dead silence the voice of the hangar officer comes through.. "Boss, sorry to disturb you, but there is this guy asking for ya. He says he was told by another inmate in Huntsville to look ya up.."
Jonathon replies, "Well, If he looks like a cop, space him..if not, send him to the bar, I'll meet him there. My coffee has gone cold and I need a drink."
The Hangar officer knows if the Boss's coffee is cold he ain't in a good mood. Not that he is ever in a good mood.. "Right away Boss! I'll handle it"
The Hangar officer looks the guy over and says, "Well, you don't look like no cop, so yer safe there.. I'll have one of the boys take ya up to the bar for a drink. You do look like ya can use one"
With that said, he motions for one of the deck hands who was nearby to take the stranger up to the bar.....
I grew up on Planet Erie in Pennsylvania, had a good life, nice, semi-rich parents. As a boy I constantly dreamed of being a fighter pilot, to be dashing across the stars, stopping Liberty Rogues, Lane Hackers, and Xenos left and right, and getting all the good girls back home... Upon finishing school, I applied and had my dream come true, as I clipped on the LPI Badge. For 10 years, I piloted my Defender, doing my dream. I was good, real good, made many, many arrests and busts... (sorry if I got any of you) Eventually, I got promoted, and became an officer in the California... While there, I learned things I couldn't before, top secret stuff... What I learned of Liberty, whose very name was an oxymoron, LPI, the corruptness, horrified me, to the point where I went and talked to my superiors to see if I could do anything about the wrongness in my country... Well, they acted, just like I was hoping to get them to do... I ended up jobless, back on Erie with only enough credits to buy a Rhino, and try to make a living as a freelance trader... course after all, word was out, and I couldn't find any job as a honorable fighter pilot... Well one day, I was on Pittsburgh dropping off my meager load of cargo, when I meet a childhood fiend in the bar. Once he heard my story, he said he had a friend who was looking for good pilots with a score against Liberty... Turns out my friend was a Xenos sympathizer, his contact is a fully fledged Xeno, and the Xenos have many of the ideals that I hold... I met up with the contact in the Colorado System, and got taken to Ouray Base, and got put in touch with you sir. I want to strike back, pilot a fighter, and deal a blow for one of the best causes I've seen in all my 38 years!
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:::Comms ID: Ronald Socha:::
:::Location: Ouray Base - Colorado System:::
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Right, right...
No need to hurry me. Can't you see we're kinda busy?
Meet me on main hangar deck in half an hour. We'll have a chat and then you can show me how you hanlde an Eagle.
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