All Pirate Commands

[Kane]

The Manhattan Communications hub; a marvel of communications technology, routing transmissions from Kusari, Bretonia, and even Rheinland to all the others. There was, of course, work-arounds, but the fastest way was still the hub. And there, crouching in between two massive computers, their backs open and optical guts spilled out, was a man. He was dressed in black, a special cloaking device on his back. One of the optical cords went up and into the back of his neck, and he worked on the hardware as the feed dripped directly into his eyes via the neural interface in his head.

"Pirate transmission, eh?" He muttered to himself, voice hidden by the hum of cooling fans and beep of self-diagnostics.

"Gonna have to keep an eye on this..." The reason the man could read that transmission was because he knew the pirate codes. Most familiar with the Lane Hacker ones, however, this hacker could still read the other ones. Plus, with a recent crack into the Texas LPI database, he had a few Navy codes. They wouldn't last long, since like any decent military, the code changed at timed intervals, but still...

"Yes, definitely going to have to keep an eye on this one. Commander DarkStar will be interested to see what's up..." There was a single patch on his shoulder, that of the screaming skull symbolic of the Phantom Empire. Overload continued to watch. He had time; he was very careful about sneaking in. Nobody died, and nobody came into this room unless there was a problem with the machines. Overload was just glad he had an oxy-re breather in this suit. Argon was not something he could easily breath, despite the C'tan enhancements...

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