Wesley Richter

[Zapp]

Admiral Albrecht Hoffman looked over the report once more. It was a little frightening to think about. He had been the person that Wesley Richter had deemed it to give his report, once he had been treated for the burns and various injuries he had accrued. Literally giving it from a medical bed, his voice a faint whisper, Wesley had conveyed the fear quite well nonetheless. Whats worse is that the sensors from the ship confirm the story, and that thing in his cargo bay was emitting the weirdest energy readings he or anyone else had ever seen. Now he was pondering what to do with the report, as if there was any question. This one would go straight to the Kanzler himself.

He glanced down, once more. Nothing had changed.

Report: April 12, 816 AS, Wesley Richter

I was patrolling the Omega 11 Jump Gate when I received a distress call from Solarius. It was pretty garbled; all I could make out was that they were under attack and taking some heavy hits. I plotted a course to help, figuring it for the odd Hessian sortie. Boy was I wrong. A dozen Das Wilde ships were firing on the station, destroying any ships that came too close. As soon as I arrived, they started shooting at me, almost as if it was a choreographed by some sort of puppeteer. They drifted the fight away from the station, careful, oh so careful, to not destroy me. Then there was the jump hole. One-by-one, they jumped. I dont know what I was thinking, in the heat of the moment I wasnt thinking at all, but I jumped after them.

On the other side was a lone, solitary ship. We fought; fight drifting farther and farther once again through an asteroid field devoid of other life. We passed beyond the boundaries of the asteroid field, and then it happened. The Wild ships pounced, I reckon because now I couldnt just run back to the jump hole. There must have been two dozen or so it was insane, I wasnt counting. I ran; I didnt even bother getting bearings, just away. I ran the wrong way, getting further and further from the jump hole to safety. Eventually I came upon a planet, with a pair of fighter wrecks orbiting it. I had heard of such things carrying advanced weaponry, so I tried salvaging. Something beckoned me to do it, I cant say why or how. I found something, a weapon. Then the Wild found me. It was run or die, and I chose to run, away again. To the north-east, where I found another jump hole.

It was a way out, anything was better than this system, this damned blight on the face of Sirius. Only, I was wrong. There was something worse.

On jumping, stronger Wild ships pounded at me.



I dodged and managed to live, but only just. And there, in front of me, was this behemoth I cant even describe it; you just have to look for yourself.





Something called me again towards it. There I found something. Its in my cargo hold, and heres a scan of it at the moment.



I took quite a lot of damage, but luckily my nanobots and shield batteries saved me. That thing was heavily guarded.



Then I saw something new a stronger ship, a gunboat. Something kept my scans from getting more than a skin-deep view, but this is what I got.



Something odd, something no one would expect a Freelancer weapons platform, there? Just though I would mention it.



My sanity was cracking some. Im a little afraid of Nomads, and the Wild. A phobia, you could call it.



I knew you must get the scans I collected, as some imminent danger could be visible in them, some intel that could turn the tide of something. Not sure what.