Incoming Transmission
Recipient: Xeno leadership
Sender: Bainfield Roberts
Encryption: Medium-high
Very well. I wish to play a larger part in our humble organization known as the Xenos. My name is Bainfield Roberts, and I have been a Xeno for fourteen long years. I've seen the highs and the lows, and feel it's time to take the plunge, to either succeed or fall.
So perhaps I should tell you a little about myself. I was born on Manhattan, to affluent parents. Now wait, what is a rich person doing in the xenos? Allow me to finish. It was all going well, I passed school and colleges with decent grades, and held a degree in Ship engine components. I would have taken up a good job in Ageira or something and have a happy life with kids and stuff. But fate played a cruel card.
I was always the adventurous type, and in my travels to various planets for sight-seeing, I met this guy. Thomas Eckerton his name was, charismatic fellow, and shared the same penchant for trouble as myself. So we quickly became friends, turns out he was a junker, and flew around a lot. Details are not really needed, but I put my hand into a little too much trouble. Thomas said it would be fun if we could go to a certain place and get us some nice trinkets. Of course I agreed, for fun's sake.
We went to a place which Thomas called "Omicron Gamma", and we found the rich man's dream, the collector's passion. Artifacts. I was thrilled, and put all the ones we wanted in my hold. but the return trip crushed all hopes.
We were in liberty space, flying back to Manhattan, when a navy patrol stopped us. Thomas immediately blanched when they said that one of us was carrying contraband. What? And it turns out, the entire load was in my ship. Thomas immediately proceeded to put the entire blame on me, saying he was just following me to inform the police at the earliest opportunity. So I was arrested, while the bastard got away scot-free.
The crunch of Sugarland. I can never forget those long ten years there. But my cell-mate happened to be a Xeno, spending time there as well. He told me of his views, his movement, and about the Xenos.
Ten years is a long time, slowly I was convinced to their way of thinking, but not completely. I was still determined to give life a second chance. When I was released, I found that my parents were dead and all the property had gone to the government. I had to find a job somehow. But no-one, none of those damned corporations wanted to give me work, not with all the degrees, and fine marks I had.
There was no choice, in 794 AS, I went to the Xenos. Flying under the callsign "Bane" I have served the movement faithfully for many years. Now is the chance to prove myself. I have reached this point in my life when the plunge must be taken.
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