[static]I ...'nt ...li...e .. man...ed to connect![/static]
It's fantastic how the Dagger series have such an intuitive system...
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This is Assam Fahad, Ex-Captain of the 22nd Ageiran Security Wing for Transport speaking, and I do believe I have a lot to say to justify jamming this radio system a minute ago.
I joined Ageira Technologies about ten years ago, as an Aspirant of a pilot back in Liberty. Aside from a deathwish, the only other reason I had was to make money. And with no family to return to, I suppose it pretty much explains why my learning curve was so small. Two years into it and I was already declared the Captain of my wing, medals, credits and all.
Three years after that I met Alicia - whom would later turn out to be the woman of my life -, a Liner Pilot entrusted to transport Lane Parts throughout the system. Luckily for us, about six months later we were signed to the same fleet. Easy to imagine my satisfaction - visiting new systems, 24/7 flying with the girl of my dreams. Our dreams. It was back then I left the "boy" whom I was behind and started to see the real world with mature bold eyes.
Eight years into Ageira and I was already starting to think of retirement. I wanted a family. A daughter. But the Big Guys didn't exactly agreed with that, did they? After explaining my intentions to Commodore Willis, my direct superior at the time, I was expelled from the Security Patrols, and forced to handwork. "Reconstruction" they said. My occupation turned from protecting the one I loved to repairing and carring pieces of hardware.
Six months ago the worst notice I could ever receive hit the speakers. Three days after I had last talked to Alicia, Liner Ψ-555 had been attacked, pirated, and destroyed while crossing Kusari Space. Alicia was dead. My wife was dead. The official news presented that she was carring Lane Parts back to Liberty and that a coallition of Hackers and Outcasts, coming from Galileo, attacked mercilessly. At the time I couldn't think straight, I wanted to kill every one last [stactic]..th.... o... yo..[/stactic]
But it was then that I stumbled with a file Alicia had sent me a few days before the incident. We had been talking about profits and she wanted to make a point... The data she sent me had the Identification number of her liner stamped on it. Ω-15. I started to see with the eyes they didn't want to. Her Liner was never assigned to that route. She never even stepped into Kusari. What's more, Ψ-555 was hardly ever put in use.
Soon I started to dig fast as I could, I needed to understand what was going on in there! In a brief space of six months, seventeen liners had disappeared from the data base! They had no records, Hull number, cargo or route they were doing prior their destruction. What's more, Ageira never, ever, spent a thousand credits trying to find them.
What I believe? I think Ageira is bulding something big, real important, and either Alicia is out there, somewhere, slaved along with whatever that is, or they killed her.
And what about me? I want to find out what they are scheming... I want revenge. I want to tear apart every ship hull and cargo bay they have until I get what is going on here. And now, looking through your eyes I can understand the hatred. The willpower to vaporize every last ship that has an Ageira logo on it. You are my last option.
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I cannot say I never attacked a Rogue before as I cannot say I never shot back on a Hacker. I can't say I never killed one of you. But I was wrong. I was so [stactic]..ck.ng[/stactic] wrong.
...[The sound of a Stunpulse being fired sounds over the radio.]
Right now I'm inside a Dagger, hidden into the Nebula near Buffallo. I used the Base signal to jam this channel so it could allow my access, hope they don't mind. The way I made them trust me? Well, when I left, I was sure to pay a visit to Munitions, and, with nothing but a Starflier, let's say I just toyed with their ships a little. It's funny how after ten years being paid to protect something you discover it's flaws real quickly. And their faces, oh their faces, I'll never forget the face of Willis receiving a bullet to the chest while eating his lunch. Add that to a few bunch of Bounty Hunters delivered straight to their base...
...[The clear sound of a human male screaming "I don't wanna die" ecchoes.]
Sorry about that, didn't know his ship was still broadcasting. But hey, now that I'm finished I can send you the files you need. Yeah, I met a guy back on Rochester.
...[Deep breath, as to regain control over himself.]
Sir, looking forward for fighting alongside the Hackers, sir!
