To: Deterrence [DTR] HQ
Subject: [Time to pick sides...]
Priority: █ █ █ █ █
Encryption: [VERY HIGH]
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Pacifica Base [Bering System]
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Hola, caballeros...!
This is Kadego Sudrossa, captain of the ex-maltese, now freelancing vessel "The Shovel". I've been looking for the 'go-to' people who run the Omegas for a time now and by the looks of it - the name "Deterrence", also known as [DTR], is mentioned the most among the rumors.
I understand this might look strange and suspicious, coming from an ex-captain who had served the Maltese Navy, especially during the current ongoing large-scale conflict between the Corsarios and the Nación Maltesa, so I will do my best to explain exactly what my agenda is in contacting you, in spite of my origins. Speaking of origins... my mixed rheinlander-maltese blood and lack of any cardamine in it is also worth mentioning, having been brought up in Rheinland, only to later make the mistake of wanting to 'see the other side'.
In my past, I have never waged war against corsairs, despite having served in the Maltese Armada for a time. I have never met anyone from our southern blood brothers in person either. My military service started during the first Outcast-Gallic incursions, shortly after the discovery of the bespoke mine field, surrounding the northern jump hole to Gallic space. The last operation I was in, involved a full-on fight for survival against a gallic push, aimed to destroy any outcast presence in the Lorraine system. Naturally, our command had to make a decision - would they sacrifice the base of operations in Lorraine, or would they rather send us, the footsoldiers, to bear the brunt of the gallic force and perish, while diverting enemy attention away from the outpost...
Only me and two other wingmen survived that fight. We split up during the diversion, each of us flying separately, leading the enemy to follow us away from the outpost's location. Most of the gallic patrol ended up following my ship, "The Shovel", a maltese destroyer RM-1 (older modification). My two compatriots had managed to shake their pursuers, but I had to fight for survival in uncharted waters across Gallia. As faith would have it, the gallics were overconfident, but ultimately unprepared to fight a vessel that devastating, as the one I'm flying. None of my pursuers survived that day and I took every precaution to escape with my life (and my ship).
My escape, however, didn't grant me my freedom - my senior officer, who gave the 'sacrifice order' to our forces in Lorraine, found out about me and the others who survived. And he gave out a hit order for our... permanent termination. This is the reward for our loyalty - if you survive certain death, you get terminated... just in case anyone of us should want to get revenge on him, for sending us off to die. Or just in case we were planning to take his place in the naval hierarchy, with promotions and medals for our brave actions and survival.
From that point onward, I was a fugitive. Unable to return to my homeland, in fear of getting my close family in trouble or worse... under the sights of Sgt. Pelaez, the dog who would rather kill a war hero, than lose his official position. The same dog, who likely still thinks I'd plan his assassination, in return for his betrayal towards me and my fellow brothers, with whom we fought shoulder-to-shoulder, while he was taking it easy 'commanding' the operation in complete safety.
This is my biography, as far as I'm willing to disclose for now. My current situation is this - I've outstayed my welcome in the Bering system and need to get moving soon. My ship also needs urgent maintenance that no Freeport can offer. I cannot return to my homeland and I've got a hit order on me by my ex-commanding officer. The ship I'm flying, "The Shovel", is under a Freelance transponder - something the Maltese Armada would terminate on the spot, or try to re-capture from me. I owe the higher-ups nothing. And I gave them plenty. This ship... is MINE. That's what I consider my 'retirement parting gift' from the navy, which kept me alive during all those years.
I'm offering my service to the Deterrence, as an affiliate freelancer. I am willing to work for you, if you can give me and my ship a permanent home in the Omegas sector. I am loyal to those who don't betray me. The question is... would you?
Looking forward to your response...
Sudrossa, out.
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