The story of the LNS-Arizona

[Diana.Daymarova]

A chunk of scrap metal grazes a wing of a bypassing ship. It's uncomfortably dark inside Pequena Negra, a dark matter field, carrying signs of cataclysmic failure. The ship proceeds towards Planet Houston with haste. It is a new looking guardian, well equipped with the finest weapons that Liberty can offer.

All of sudden, somebody starts transmitting a broadcast to the pilot.

"Wassup mate, looks like ya got another assignment today. Hit me up on Houston for more details."

This works in the pilot's favour and upon landing on Houston, he meets up with his colleague. Working for the LSF is not as rough as it's exhausting. Getting rid of bandits, scouting for anomalies and gaining intelligence, this all belongs to the work of an agent.

The pilot jumps out of his spacecraft. It's a young, tall man with short, brown hair and a rather thin build. He makes his way towards his black skinned, bald friend, who is unlike him formally dressed. His figure appears stronger too.

"Hey Nick, the commander's got a new mission for ya." Speaks his friend. Nick recieves new missions every five minutes, so it's no wonder he's not surprised. Though he gets well paid, so there's not a reason to complain. "Oh, really? What is it now?" Nick asks lazily. "All you gotta do is a short reconnaissance of the Alaska system just to check if stuff's in order, ya know?" A nod suffices as an answer. Nick does not carry any warm feelings towards scouting missions. They are all the same over again. "Anything new, Tom?" Nick questions. "Ain't nothing new, mate. Nothing you should worry about."

The guardian takes off and heads towards the zone-21 minefield.