Well, it's been a much rougher fortnight than that to which I am accustomed.
It didn't start out so poorly. There was a beautiful view on the other side of the New York jump hole. So enticing was this vista, in fact, that in that little shit-shuttle clinging to the debris, those Xenos and Hunters didn't distinguish me until it was too late. A pity what with the diplomatic efforts, but what the Xenos don't know won't hurt them. Hitting DSE's storage platforms is a stupid suggestion. It's too exposed and defended a position, too brazen and obvious a move - it would attract far too much attention. All the more reason that it was worth performing the act to prove myself capable. Done, flawlessly, all thanks to their negligent security. Securing enough funds to acquire the equipment you've mandated was arduous, but finding my way out to Vegreville was profitable enough. I debased my abilities carrying out the wet work of your associates, as detailed in the mission logs to follow this transmission. Finally I scrounged enough to be able to source and equip a combat-capable freighter. Then again, as directed, I've secreted some cardamine to Montezuma, from which I'm transmitting now. Mind, if you couldn't already tell that, perhaps I'm wasting my time. So, let's get on with it.
I'm from Ageira, you already know that. I was in a role comfortably upward in the hierarchy, overseeing and coordinating the efforts primarily of logistics, if you could call what some of those brain-dead ship-borne ninnies contributed "effort". And now I'm here, in what may generously be described as, comparatively, a stinking hole. At least this ship offers some refuge. But I digress. I was deposed, my position and life along with it usurped by the cretins who had the slightest power over me, and the sudden opportunity to replace me with an installation to their own benefit. And what was I offered, in exchange? Scraps. Skerricks. And what followed my flawless legacy, then? A shambles. Incompetent nincompoopery. All the more of which to take advantage, now. I had enough enemies, fighting through that corporate hell, in Ageira and otherwise, and these events turned the balance. They have stripped me of the advantages and position I had built, that I was promised that with work and effort, were mine to keep. I have done my work. I have made my effort. And now, I intend to collect.
I'll listen out on the usual channels, and maybe on whatever I can work my way into, too. Don't be long; I'll get impatient - and we both know the Rogues don't deserve me.
PERMANENT AFFILIATION POLICY CONSENT: I hereby agree that my character will be permanently affiliated with The Lane Hackers. In case of leaving the official faction I am allowed to continue playing my character only under independent Lane Hacker affiliation in accordance to generally accepted Lane Hacker lore.
...mission.log:available...downloading...
...acquired:advanced.deep.scanner...
...acquired:hornet.cruise.disruptor...
...completed.kill.mission!source:liberty.rogues.target:hunters.worth:170.000...
...completed.kill.mission!source:liberty.rogues.target:hunters.worth:140.000...
...completed.kill.mission!source:liberty.rogues.target:xenos.worth:215.000...
...acquired:DIAMONDBACK.prototype...
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