***Incoming Transmission***
***Data Source: Andres Salazar***
***Source Location: ERROR: Location not fixed, source moving***
Ah, I hope someone from SCRA gets this, I'm in an escape pod headed towards Alamo Base, though I'm not sure if it will make it before life support runs out. By the time you get this message I will be in kryo sleep to make the most of the little life support this pod has.
The reason I am in the pod is partially, and thankfully, do to SCRA.
Why partially and thankfully? well long story short. SCRA's recent victory over the scum-cannibals we all know as the Corsairs, allowed me to escape my prison of 8 months in Cadiz.
The long you ask?
Well I once piloted a ship named Tomentum where I flew many missions for the Outcasts. The people I flew with were very tolerable, sometimes the leadership was lacking and sometimes Outcast leadership would ask me to do missions that were absolutely absurd. They would send me on missions where I was outgunned, outclassed by ships, and out numbered, time and time again. Various times I barely got away, I recall one time where my cruising engine was blown along with one entire wing. I had to fly all the way across the system just using my strafe thrusters.
I docked at a freeport where the people were kind but the mechanic was a joke, they gave me a nice warm bed and food while I fixed my ship over several weeks. Once my ship was fixed, I left the Freeport and reported back to my Outcast brethren.
Their expressions upon my return were less than appealing. When I arrived an Officer ask me "What took you so long?", I didn't answer him, waiting for him to say "haha, just messing with you, go get some rest" or something to that regard, but he never did.
I told him what happened, but as I was telling him he took some Cardamine, a lot of Cardamine(for an Outcast to say that, you know he was taking a lot), from this I got the idea that he didn't care that he sent me on a suicide mission, and I was enraged. Though as a disciplined pilot, I did not express my rage, saving it for the battlefield. I was ordered to get some sleep for I would be sent on a mission the next day.
6 hours later, yes, only 6 hours after I spent weeks of hard work to make it back, I was being sent away again. Though this time the mission they sent me on I was sure one meant to kill me, or I really impressed the commander with my tale of escape that he thinks I'll be capable of the mission or the one I think is most likely, the commanders cardamine usage is clouding his judgement and ability to command. Which ever the case is he sent me to Omega-5 to kill a group of Corsairs.
So I flew to Omega 5, a zone that I had never been to before, on a mission to slaughter Corsair scum. When I got to Omega 5, I was filled with rage, I knew that I would probably not survive, but I would go out fighting so hard that the Corsairs would never forget me. When I came upon the Mission location, I was met by 5 Titans, my body and mind filled with rage, I fought ever so hard, and before I knew it, they were all dead, no escape pods, nothing, I killed them all. I roasted their escape pods, the last of the 5 screamed and cried as I ended him, I don't know what was going through my head. As I was leaving the sector, I was met by a Corsair missile gunboat, before I could even engage(or run), he had launched a terrifying volly of missiles that pummeled my ship, and I was forced to eject.
The gunboat came by and collected my escape pod. As soon as I was tractored in, the pod was rushed by the ships crew, and welded shut so I could not escape. He then went to a nearby base and I was unloaded into what would now become my home for the next 8 months(if you could call an 8x5 cell a home). I quickly learned from other prisoners that I was being held in Cadiz by the Corsairs. To say I was terrified, would be an understatement, since I was a little boy, I had heard of their cannibalistic ways, and I was sure I would be their next meal.
Needless to say, I was not made lunch meat. Every once in a while I was tortured for information, but I held me tongue, so after a few months they gave up. Why they kept me alive? I couldn't tell you but I was treated better in the Cadiz prison by fellow inmates than I was ever treated by my Outcast brethren. I liked it there, I didn't want to leave, then I heard about this new revolutionary group in Sirius from a new prisoner that sadly did not stay long. He told me of the SCRA, it sounded amazing, but the freedoms they promised began to make me hate my jailers for holding me, I soon was very unhappy and depressed. I planned an escape for myself, but it would only work if something bad were to happen to Cadiz or around Cadiz to bring attention away from the holding cells.
My prayers were answered today! at long last the diversion came! In no other form than a group of SCRA's themselves. From what screams, yells, and cries I had heard throughout Cadiz, it sounded like SCRA was attacking a huge group of Corsairs that had gathered around Cadiz. I then looked to the small 8inch window that my cell had to the outside space, and saw the most remarkable thing ever!
The SCRA outnumbered almost 2 to 1, were taking on the Corsairs, and winning! Not only did their propositions of a better Sirius sound amazing, but they were also extremely skilled in combat. But I could not watch for long, I made my escape! I snuck into Cadiz long range escape pod Echo, as I was in a hurry, I set it to go directly to the first base listed in its system, which is a base known as Alamo. I know nothing about the base, but I only can hope that either someone friendly finds me in the pod or that the base is friendly, cause its my last chance to live. And if I live, it will be my goal to join the Coalition or help the Coalitions noble goals to my end.
Well I don't want to drain too much of the pods energy with a larger message so thats it. Send a reply to me at Alamo Base, hopefully I'll retrieve it there.
