Crest.FM Radio [LISTEN-ONLY BROADCAST]

[Crest]

As the day spent slouched over your ship's multitude of controls and buttons and levers and adjusters drags on, your shoulders slump. You decide to lay back on the seat of your ship, for a little while to ponder your current circumstances, and what exactly led you to this point.

The infinitude of stars zoom past your ship, as they always do, you're very often in a hurry to get your job done. The plenitude of vibrant colors from the distant clouds that surrounded your place of birth have always been a little inspiring for as long as you can remember. Even during the darkest days, your dreams of finally becoming a spacer and leaving everyone behind were always accompanied by the vivid thoughts of brushing your nails against the mystifying Barrier, or maybe even going on a long journey across the breadth of the Walker and maybe even become a scoundrel worthy of becoming the talk of Sirius in one way or another.

But alas, once those lofty dreams and high expectations were met by reality, a more approachable mindset of chasing credits rather than chasing dreams began to slowly creep in, and what felt unique about the looming colorful nebula clouds in the distant unknown simply became an everyday occurrence to you as you continued to work on spaceships. The alacrity of climbing inside of a cockpit every day for several hours is beginning to gradually ebb.

You were taught about the people that inhabit them, and you've also learned to quickly adapt to the dangers that lurk around Sirius in one way or another. Being a spacer isn't safe, and it's hardly even rewarding sometimes. But it feels good to be up here, away from all the people and the boring drivel about stock prices and the everyday complaint from some acquaintance about your local government.

Nevertheless, you are making ends meet. But at what cost?

The questions briefly dance around your mind for a while, more of those fancy gas giants and monumental planetary grids simply flying past you, as you prepare yourself to unplug your brain yet again to successfully dock within a trade lane ring which will carry you from point A to point B, as it often does.

But then, something catches your attention - a red light, some kind of radio beacon of sorts. Your comms devices are deafened - you can't bear to listen to the drivel all around you, so instead you choose to transmit the radio station to your high-fidelity audio devices.

This is unusual, you think to yourself. You've never seen this station's frequency before - it must be new. You decide to tune in, there's nothing to lose by killing boredom by tuning in a simple radio broadcast. It's signal can be traced back to Liberty - they're known for their somewhat reasonable taste in music.

As the station displays its frequency and point of origin, the buffering completes, and the broadcast begins.

The voice of a very jovial, somewhat bretonian male radio host welcomes you. His voice isn't loud, and he doesn't sound like he's forcing any kind of radio personality either. Your burdened spirits are momentarily lifted, as your interest is somewhat piqued by his calm and charming mannerisms.

BROADCAST TYPE: MX1 (Long-range Radio Station) BROADCAST RUNTIME: 98:23:01 BROADCAST POINT OF ORIGIN: Li-27-mnb4 RELAY BROADCAST INFORMATION: Crest FM will provide you with occasional updates and plenty of assorted Old-Sol era beats that'll get your heart pumping! Stay safe, and stay tuned, folks! From Liberty, with love.

--And that my friends was Life on Mars, by David Bowie. The title itself calls back to an era when interplanetary travel technology was not believed to be feasible, and instead a remote fantasy and maybe even written off as an unattainable dream. But they clearly pushed past their limits, since we're here today, living and kicking. Mostly. Can't say the same for the poor chaps in the Omegas lately. [The broadcaster cleared his throat.] Ahem. On a more serious note, I must spend a few minutes for our occasional news segment, so stay tuned. Uhhh... the recent drought in silver around Liberty has been met with an excessive amount of crazed traders lately. Some of the dock workers have had numerous spats with Rheinlanders who couldn't speak basic Sirian sometimes, some pilots even tried to haggle their silver bars to the highest bidder. The audacity! The stuff people do for money, I swear! There... have been some sightings of a self-proclaimed Lane Hacker group "full of besties" as of late. And what's worse than a failed college dropout? A failed college dropout piloting gunboats and other things that can deal some real harm. Stay safe, stay vigilant. And keep your shields up. Uhhh, let's see... oh, right. The news channel probably talked about this a bazillion times by now, but it turns out the Kaiser himself is going to pay a visit in Gallia one of these days. If you're fancying watching a diplomatic incident unfold, you're more than welcome to visit the Throne's convoy - just stay at a reasonable distance, and don't get yourselves killed. Ah, uhh... hrmm. Oh, there has been this very funny broadcast near Denver these days. Something... about Xenos... I think? Yeah, they were trying to fix their radio antennas, and they didn't know they were broadcasting the whole time, and it was very funny. If you ask me, they don't know a thing about engineering. It went something like "Where do I plug the long-range adapter?", or "You moron, that's not an adapter, that's a sparkplug". If anyone is interested in swiping their stuff, they sound like easy pickings. Can't... exactly share their coordinates though, or they'll have my head. Alright, this has been your solar host Solar, and let's get things cookin' with some more energetic beats. Let's quit thinking that space is an endless void full of morons killing each other for a while, and instead pretend that there's a shiny Mr. Blue Sky like in Tau-37. Enjoy!