Hunters of the void: Omicron`s Safari

[NBK]

Classified, New York 10. March 835 A.S.

Operation log - Hunters of the void - Omicron`s Safari, Sigma squadron

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It all started in the smoky backrooms of Manhattan, where the remnants of unknown squadron gathered like ghosts of a war we thought we’d won. The Inverness debacle had left us scarred — too many good agents lost to the cold, unfeeling hands of the Auxo. They called it "Objectives were met", but for us, it was a wound that refused to heal. Revenge wasn’t just a desire; it was a duty.

When the call came in from Core, it wasn’t just another contract. It was an opportunity. Interspace Commerce, the lifeblood of Liberty’s economy, wasn`t losing time with its toy. Now, they wanted us, the ones who knew how to fight in the shadows — to join Core’s crusade in the Omicrons. The pay was good, but the real prize was the chance to hit back at Auxo, to make them bleed for what they’d done in Liberty.

They called it a safari. A hunt. And we? We were the hunters.

The Omicron Kappa system was a graveyard of forgotten wars and was, indeed different from in-house space, a place where the rules of civilization just didn’t apply. Those freaks had been digging their claws into the region by rogue AIs, and Core needed boots on the ground—or rather, pilots in the void. We signed the contract, not just for Liberty, not just for money, but for ourselves. For the ones we’d lost.

This is the story of how we went into the wilds of the Omicrons, not as agents of Liberty, but as mercenaries with a score to settle. The rogue AIs, the Technocracy, Hispanic pirates, the endless void — they all thought they were untouchable. But they hadn’t counted on us.

This is our safari. And we’re not coming back empty-handed.

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LIBERTY THROUGH THE POWER