To: Unschuld

[PRJKTLRD]

Accessing channel

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Source ID: Jared Nomak

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Location: ------- -----

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Encryption: #Babylon_S_3.74b.alg

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My planet is indeed, if it exists anymore, different.

Who knows what happened there after we left? We were forced to run from it, me and my brothers and sisters.

We were once, before escaping, a mighty force with great number and warriors. Samarran Raiders, we were called, and there was no space fighting there, as we were basically reverted to few centuries backwards, in terms of technology. Only ground bloodshed and masacre, until, one of the sides would fall. I should mention that it was only a desert, with merciless days and cold harsh nights that would freeze you to death.

That's the way how it was there. Our predecessors, who arrived on it, were forced to do it. As stories would say, those were Zoners who wished to depart from Colonies, and be on their own. Of course, they didn't count on loosing anything, and they only took enough with them. Failure of one Pilgrim liners they were using, forced them to find the closest thing to land on or moore with, as they were basically lost in the void.

Planet itself was uninhabited, as we were told but, signs of ancient structures and races were scattered all over it. They landed, and used everything they could from destructed liner in order to make it easier for them there. Soon, settlements were made, and people were dividing into smaller groups. Resources, food and water were on minimum, and trough the years that faces them, those Zoner ideologies were lost. Masacre and bloodshed, as I said.

But that is when They arrived, and shared their visions with the leaders of their tribes that were made. Union was created, and everyone worked for the mutual goal, to survive in that harsh world until of their departure. We were seeing Them as our gods, as our saviors, which they were but then, human greed stepped in, and those hungry for power and prosperity began with spreading their influence.

This is where us, Raiders started appearing. We joined a man called Prince Darius, on his struggle to defend his last stronghold, called Black Gold Fortress, which by the way held the one and only sky- hook that existed there. We were last kind of those, who still believed in Them and Their ideology, and what they taught us, even trough the violence, if it was needed, for the greater cause, in order to preserve the greater good.

And even if we were mighty warriors, we were outnumbered, outgunned... Darius was killed, and we were forced to use very basic shuttle, us who remained alive, only few. We were chased by mercenaries, and we used the only warmhole we knew of, which was unstable and no- one dared to go trough. In those moments, you don't think, you use anything you have, and you have little.

As we jumped, our shuttle was barely holding itself together. When we arrived on other side, we were barely alive, and there was no sight of the hole, nor those who were behind us. This is, where our quest in Sirius begins, my dear agent, and this is where we make our first contact with Maltese. My gratitude towards them, is great as it is towards Them, but Maltese changed, and so, their ideologies became different.

Every single member of Commune knows this story, and before they even reached us, they heard for our struggle, our fight and why for. This is why I ensure you in allegiance of my brothers and sisters, and again, nevertheless if Nomads are true gods, or just creation, like us, we fight for that peace and idology, even trough violence, for the greater good of all of us.

This is why, agent, I have another request for you, even if I know that I already request too much but, I have no other choices. We are right now, using very outdated combined Maltese and civilian technology, which is reaching it's maximum age of ability for being used, and we are in need of something new. Our enemies are growing in numbers, every new day. In order to continue our work, and I believe it is very beneficial for the collective, we need to get ourselves proper gear and that is, why I am asking, my dear agent for your help.

As for miss Romanov, I have no idea how she did it, but I was informed that weaponry is ready to be transferred. Our transporter, will begin his task today, and you will be informed about his arrival as he receives Core weaponry so you could be prepared.

Safe skies, Nomak out.

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