Case: d113671cca0f14dd37190bd99b0a2778/135 Alias: Konstantin Chernov Transponder: R~LH~Konstantin.Chernov Background: Ageira Technologies
Message
Good afternoon, unexpected benefactors. This has been a long and somehow exciting fortnight. At first, I thought your timely instructions were a prank or a scam, and I was ready to call my best friend to lecture him on how oblivious of my delicate situation he was, until I heard people fretting from the nearby corridors. Needless to say, my reptilian brain kicked in just in time and took your message very seriously from that moment on.
I ran to the shuttle and entered the codes you provided. Upon undocking, I immediately engaged my cruise engines and flew to the New York Jump Hole. There, following your advice, I attacked a patrol of Xenos in training. Once in New York, I reached Rochester Base where I hid for the night and rested some time trying to figure out the implications of what had just happened. The local Junkers were not the most welcoming people, but at least they did not sell me to the Bounty Hunters pursuing me.
The morning after, I decided to burn all bridges and perform industrial sabotage on Baltimore Shipyard depots, according to your own wording. As much as I was flabbergasted by my own audacity, adrenaline was stronger and felt like flooding my whole body running amok. I could not stop laughing while I flew into the Badlands. Buffalo in its dark purple-ish scenery was a surprisingly pleasant sight.
Local Rogues and their Outcast guests, although defiant in the beginning, entrusted me with several missions for the following week or so. Credits and trust were hardly earned, but worth every tiny bit of my efforts. Then, I chose to transfer my center of operations to Niverton, Pennsylvania, and start looking for the secret weapon you mentioned in your instruction. After finding the Black Bart wreck orbiting Vegreville, Alberta, I returned the prototype to a Rogue agent who paid me "handsomely", just as you promised.
Back to Niverton, I purchased a Bactrian and equipped it with the cheapest weapons around. Depite not being as comfortable as the corporate Grizzly I was used to, I found this pirate freighter very smooth to fly and I could even adopt it permanently, if I spent a bit of time modifying its internal arrangement. Anyway, fifty crates of cardamine were duly delivered to Montezuma, with a little extra from a drifting outcast ship wreck I found in the California system.
Visual evidence of my journey can be found here, as requested.
You also specified that you wanted to know more about my life until those... events. Very well, I think that I could not lose anything by telling you about me, could I?
My name is, or was, Andrew James Cassina. I am 38. I was born on Planet Denver, as the only son of an upper-class family. My father, Dr. James Cassina, was a physician and Cryer executive — and I say "was", because he disappeared a dozen years ago during a research expedition in the Omicrons; he is presumed dead to this day. My mother, Suzanne Lodi, is from Manhattan. She used to work as a biology researcher for Planetform, Inc. on Anaheim (formerly California Minor), and then was recruited by Cryer to join their HQ staff, on Denver, where she and my father met. She eventually had to resign because peer pressure and harrassment litterally drove her crazy, sending her to a mental health institute for quite a long time.
With such a science-oriented family, I naturally studied to become an engineer with a specialization in armament. I have been working for Detroit Munitions for a decade before the management decided two years ago that I would be more useful on Pueblo. Right after my graduation, however, I applied to the LSF and was rejected after several background checks were conducted. I am positive the reason was my parents' Hogosha friends, whom they made through the Denver elite during the numerous luxury receptions we are used to attend, and who invited us several times to Kusari on all-paid-for cruises. That was my true coming of age, the times when my natural taste for aesthetics, which already encompassed complex poetry, cultivated music, highly detailled holosculptures, attractive women, fine alcohol, haute cuisine, sophisticated clothes and so on, was enriched with a poison apple, artifacts.
I suppose that my latest vacation on the Hawaii Line Cruiser finally sold me out. Not that I was particularly careful, I must confess, and I did not keep my "wrongdoings" a secret when talking to my acquaintances. Thus, my superiors along with law enforcement had every reason to suspect me, and order my arrest. That is the only reason why I could have been "compromised", as far as I can remember.
Now that I am on Montezuma, going over my still recent past, among outlaws equipped with inhalers, some of which are quite stylish... I am coming to think that I have never actually consumed cardamine, unlike many friends of mine. I had always seen it as a social-killing slope you can never climb back, despite all the science-based evidence showing that positive effects do include a far longer lifespan and enhanced cognitive abilities. Those I would really need in my life. Those I would really enjoy. Those would fit my lifestyle perfectly. Let us give it a try, as I am now seemingly locked in a vault of plenty.
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.
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