Dudley, we'd be honored to have you fighting with us. Just send a signal over the attached comm frequency and wait. One of our contacts will get you where you need to go.
---===Incoming transmission ---===ID:Tom Savage ---===Location: Unknown, signal starts from Colorado system
Automated record:
Fellas!
I've been there alone so long. I've been tried to survive without any help, untill now. I've had enough, so its time to establish connection with the alliance. I need a place where I can sleep, eat and sell my well loved ship at once. It has no weapons. It has nothing on it, just my rusty escape pod with a thruster and me. I'm still sleeping, if you know what I mean.
I lost, lost a battle with my hope to beat everybody. I failed and well [color=#FFFFFF]*he sighs* now its time to sleep. I've heard about a base somewhere in Colorado system...dont know the exact location or anything about it, but I hope some of you could find me and tractor my escape pod somehow before somebody simple blows me up.
If you find this pod, you will see me. Well, I cant say too much about myself, however I'm well sure you will need some proof about my behaviour towards the xeno nation. So, here is my short and well made CV.
Quote:Name: Tom Savage
Location of birth: Planet Denver, New York system
Age: 38
Earlier experiences: Machine design, tesing, education about modern warfare
Additional skills: Stealth, rocketry, interception
Well, I hope this message will arrive in good hands and somebody could turn the cybernated system off. Until that happens, I will dream about burning wrecks.
I'm Redneck. My former name isn't matter. It's gone. Now I'm Redneck. I was worker on Detroit. I made several thousands of Detroit Perforators in my whole life. But Ageira decided to fire ca. hundred workers, and implement even more automated assembly line. I had no place to go, so right before transported for the last time to my tower block on Pittsburgh I hijacked craft from Detroit's hangar. It was bomber, marked Havoc mk II. I used it to earn some donations, but now LPI is after me. Earlier, before I started work on Detroit, I was Rhino pilot in Ageira's transportation wing. I'm not skilled bomber pilot, but... I have it. Where I can meet with your scouts?
Real name: Charles Owens
Name: *_Xenon_*
Birthplace: Muddy waters of Texas
Date of Birth: Unknown
The fact is Liberty lies, they don't protect your freedom, they are a bunch of stuck up snobs and don't care about their people. I on the other hand care! I'm looking for an alliance that will rid liberty of this SCUM! I plan on taking the fight to them, I will engage anything i see that does not say Xeno or [HF]. One day me and my fellow xenos will make all libertonians see just what these politics and liers are doing.
I see you already met the true face of Liberty. Now, while your old name apparently does not matter for you anymore, it does for me.
Being part of the Alliance means, being honest. To us, at least. Ring the bell once you're sure whether or not tell your name.
While the attitude of Liberty, it's corporations, the so called cops and it's triggerhappy Navy does tend to make a man angry, we're not looking for maniacs here.
I'm not sure if you understand, that politics do indeed matter in our.. business.
Shooting everything is not the key. Within the Alliance we have no use for someone who's not able to control his feelings and actions.
Sorry Owens, no chance.
If it's really urgent, my earlier name is John Brick, Assistant of Weapons Production on Detroit. But I'm not going to use this name anymore. Now I'm Redneck.
---===Incoming transmission
[color=#333333]---===ID:Tom Savage ---===Location: Unknown, signal starts from Colorado system
Tom's escape pod reached Ouray base, but unfortunately without any attention. The pod hit by some asteroids what modified its orbit and Tom started to flew away into the trade lane pattern, not far from the Ouray base.
Since the escape pod had some old paintings on it about Xeno signs and Tom sticked up the cabin with caricatures about David Hale, the navy patrols couldnt ignore him.
The end have arrived, when Admiral Hale personally ordered the patrol forces to destroy Tom's escape pod, before somebody could tractor him with the insulting materials.
Tom lost his life without any attention while dreamed about a free and independent Liberty.
[color=#000000]---===Transmission terminated ---===Signal lost
While I understand the reason for throwing the past away, I'd like you to know that the Alliance will need to know everything about you in the future. So why don't you talk with us when having a drink? You need a pick up? Cuz' if not, we'll meet at Ames Research. If you make it that far in a Rhino, I am more than willing to welcome you on board, John.
No problem, I'm already on Ames, drinking Liberty Ale in a bar. Nice place, Zoners, a lot of our guys, only sometimes Hunter. But that's no problem, I'll wait outside station for him...
Is this thing working? Let's see... Green light? Oh, there, it's on. This is Ava Reed, age 19, sending a message to whatever Xeno happens to get this. I'm on Manhattan at the moment, and hopefully am keeping a low profile. I've found... Well, I stole a Starflyer from a nearby hanger, man who had it was rich anyway, he doesn't need it. To get to the point, I want to join your Alliance. Liberty does not give fair chances for all, I have learned, and you would help that. I was born in the 'bad' part of the city, and there, hard work means nothing. After my father left, it was hard to make ends meet. Eventually, my mom said that she would get out of the debt we were in, told me she loved me, and sent me to spend the night at a friends. I never saw her again. I have had my life, poor as it was, ripped away from me, and the government turns a blind eye to what goes on below the tall and pristine buildings for the upper class. Again, I wish to join your cause. Liberty must be reformed, and you have already begun the best way to do that.
If you would have me, I will make a run off of Manhattan, to whatever location you send me.
Ava out.