*A Black Haired, Dark eyed, Young Man raises his head slightly*
Libertonians live in a world of shadows...
...Lies are sold to us through the mass media, external corporations, and house police.
*The man looks up at the ship cam and removes his helmet*
Just a short little introduction i think i should do, just so you guys can get to know me some what. *Laughs, Followed by hard coughs*
Good Morning, Xenos.
The Name's Zak Xero, and I'm 21 years young. Born on Houston, to a miner father, and a drunk of a mother. For 16 years I watched as my father mined strongly. Until his death, when my mother slowly descended into the slums of Houston. Too long have I watched Lies being sold about the 'Libertonian' dream to my fellow, "Friends" and Family. As they slowly rot, to the very cause they sold themselves out too in the first place.
Luckily, Thanks to my creativity I managed to get a small job in the bar doing music when i eventually graduated, it was just a past time sort of thing to make some money to afford some sort of ship, and education. Which I then went on to do. I'm an expert at what I do, I'm good with mah hands, and I'm good with computers. Give me some tape, and I'll fix it. Ya know what they say.. When in doubt, Duck it.
I've had the opportunity too dwell in your communication links from an Unknown source directed by Splitjaw, getting to really know the Xenos, And I've deduced that you are a great bunch o' guys. My future family. Among the Xenos, We can plot our revenge against the Libertonian and Foreign Shipping Corporations, we will let them suffe
.. They will die due to the very thing they fight for
Mr. Xero, after some deliberation, we are pleased to announce that your application has been Accepted.
I'm glad to see skilled people so willing to join our movement. Repairs are a constant issue for us, so you won't get too many dull moments with us. Please come to Ouray base and we'll get you settled.
One thing I would like to mention, though, we are not against corporations per say. We just want them to stop terrorising the people and treating them like trash.
A Young man rises from his seat, He moved his bangs long dark bangs from his face, His deep blue eyes looked troubled But something blazed deep within them
Greetings and salutations, My name is Benjamin Helms but everyone calls me Helmet..Dosen't bother me really but im not here to tell you about my life. I'm here to tell you about doing something for liberty. I'm getting tired of liberty's government letting all these Outsiders come in and take our jobs. I just recently lost my job to some Rice muncher! They're causing too much un-employment in the great place we call liberty.
The young man Scratches his head and there's some blazing anger in his eyes
I want this liberty to be a great place for my kids to live...Without all these problems. Without...Foreign Smugglers, drugs, pirates, Causing un-employment Liberty would be an amazing place once more. If they keep coming from every direction there will be no liberty just *Coughs and stops to think for a minutes* It'll just be called RhienToniaSari some kinda mixture of all the other places names and no liberty just foreigners i cant let that happen!!! And no one wants all these outsiders plaguing liberty with their...Hmm outsider...germs and everything!
These are troubled times for liberty. It's time I did something about all of this, And naturally that is why I am here if you choose to accept me or not, I'll be waiting. By the look in his deep blue eyes. You can clearly tell he's determined to do something
This isn't about revenge, It's about the future of Liberty.
It seems you need to know more about me before you can trust me enough to join your ranks...Well here goes...
I was born on Pittsburg where my Father was a simple engineer, He fixed up passing ships, Damaged machinery...And so on...He taught few things...We hardly spoke...He spent most of his time in his office...I believe he was autistic but I didn't mind...There were not many children my age on Pittsburg.I had one friend and he called me helmet, he had a severe lung problem and died at the age of 15..I assume it had something to do with the unusually high amount of pollution. I was alone so i spent most my days looking through the scrap of old ships and looking for anything seemingly valuable...Normally i found a few credits and that was all but one day i found a video message. It was blurry for the most part...But it was from a Rheinland transport if i remember correctly...It revealed a plot to attack a Universal convoy Bringing in a large shipment of food. This scrap was relatively new so the attack had not happened yet...My mother was working as an escort for this particular convoy..She was never home much but she loved me nonetheless She died in this attack...Not even her eagle could stop the Wraiths. I blame myself for her death...I could have warned them....*Takes a deep breath and continues*....I could have saved the one person that cared for me....Soon i left pittsburg In search of a job..I landed on Manhattan... It was beautiful...I had never seen so many blue oceans or green grass! I got a job as dock security...I worked as that for about a year or so...I soon was fired because a man from Kusari was willing to work for less...I was outraged...Unable to find work...And all alone in the world....I was outraged at the man who took my job....I....Killed him...The navy wants me dead...And since i had stopped multiple rogues and other pirates from stealing cargo....No one trusts me...Except for the Xeno's.....
Mr. Helms, we are pleased to announce that you have been accepted. However, due to circumstances outside our control (the lack of ships being the biggest one) we are not yet ready to grant you an eagle or comparative ship. We shall give you the funds to provide you with a Startracker light fighter and equipment for your traineeship.
It's sad to hear what the Krauts and Rice-munchers did to you and your family. My condolences.
Splitjaw signing off
Mr. Helms, we are pleased to announce that you have been accepted. However, due to circumstances outside our control (the lack of ships being the biggest one) we are not yet ready to grant you an eagle or comparative ship. We shall give you the funds to provide you with a Startracker light fighter and equipment for your traineeship.
It's sad to hear what the Krauts and Rice-munchers did to you and your family. My condolences.
Splitjaw signing off
I'll make this brief, as I am probably being watched even as we speak. Send one of your men to the Freeport 2, weaponless and alone. We shall meet in my temporary quarters aboard the Freeport 2, the access code to it being encoded on the attached file of this message. My close parents recently lost their jobs due to the massive number of Bretonian refugees being used as cheap labours in our house's quarrel against Rheinland, and I've tried to fight the power on my own in an attempt to make the people's voice heard, but alone I am simply a woman, and my attempts were all vain so far. The authorities are closing their net on me, and I am afraid that all I've done will just be thrown away when I will be jailed. It is why I am contacting you, so I may unite my voice to yours and finally change our great House for the better.
Whooow hang on a sec.
A Kraut asking us to come alone AND without any weapons? That's not going to happen.
I'd rather have a squadron around just to make sure you won't cause any.. inconvenience.
Now... Freeport 2 you say, huh? That's a long jurney for us northern boys.
Just for meeting a Kraut.
I'd like you to come to our base in Hudson.
I won't tell ya the exact location though. You'll meet our guys in Hudson, they'll guard you right to Barrow Base.
Accept it, or never hear from us again. Your choice.
My actual position does not let me leave the Freeport 2. Let's just say that I have problems with the local population. My vessel was destroyed and scrapped by the local Unioners, and I am now exiled here. Trust me, if you come to me, I'll make sure you won't regret the visit. Barrow is only a small flight away from the Freeport, and I see your men around the station all the time, surely it musn't be so hard for you to send a representent here, no? At the very least, please send a shuttle to pick me up. I have no means to reach Barrow station. And if you wonder how I learned about it's existence, well, it's parts of the many secrets I have to share with you.
Fine... FINE! We'll send a shuttle and get ya lazy, incapable bum to Barrow. Ugh...
The boss told us you were some kind of important, so i guess that leaves no choice to us.
BUT!
If i lose that ship, consider yourself being shot within 24hours.
OH and THIS one is a promise from me to you!
Just because you're SO important!
The Shuttle will arrive in 3 hours if they won't get any problem. Unfortunately we're busy elsewhere right now, so i'm un..for..tu..nate..ly not going to make it there. But i'll meet ya on Barrow. And i'll have a LOT of questions.
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