The Lane Hackers | Internal Comms

[Phate]

...hack.initiated...decryption.in.progress...
...comm.ID.Phate.recognized...transmission.encrypted...
...uploading.data...

About two days ago, I was just in the middle of research assignments when I answered Sang's call.

[19/04/817 19:33:28 SMT] Mr.Sanguinetti: High-level LNS in Kansas. Going in.

I scrambled my bomber, wondering if he's gone nuts, going out there alone. Especially when the full callsign got through.
We've only heard rumors so far.
It was the Tundra.

Didn't take me long to put two and two together and figure out that they're moving through Virginia to the New York Jump Gate in California. I advised caution and that all we need for now are just some scans of the ship. Nevertheless, I got at the site just in time to pick up a brand new escape pod. I don't know if he got careless or if I distracted him too much. It doesn't really matter. I picked up Sanguinetti, his co-pilot, Cardamine stash and whatever else I could and headed to scan the living daylights out of that wicked piece of ... watever it was. We didn't get to complete the analysis yet. Here's what I got:

Cargo bay scan: 1 2 3 4
ID and hull specs
Ammunition
Shield & aux engines
Armanent: 1 2

Afterwards I made best effort to get the heck out of there. Suddenly I got two more hostiles closing in and the Tundra wasn't about to let go of someone who took such a close look at her, apparently. Running for my life, I noticed the Tundra broke off and I lost it somewhere in the Whitney Ice Field. The "escorts" or whatever the nasty, angry, ugly bluish sacks of goo were just didn't want to give up the chase. It wouldn't be fair to the Liberty Rogues to perform an emegency docking with Alcatraz and let the Nomad menace blob around. Getting unique identification or scanning them wasn't a priority. I took advantage of the base's cover fire and annihilated the smaller craft with a gush of antimatter.

Flight recorder data: 1 2 3

Note to self: I should have the Tehnicians track down the origin of that private call from Mobey.Rick - I can't possibly imagine where that trail could lead.

The other alien escort was pretty damn fat, about the size of a gunboat. It was still messing around, eating unsuspecting Rogue patrols. I tried to get its attention and, after a while, the reinforcements provided by Alcatraz and overall help from the locals helped me to make the ugly scourge
twist and collapse. We picked up a lot of survivors. The Alcatraz Rogues asked me to stay, but I wanted the nomad remains fresh and in the R&D department labs, so I took off to Magellan and our current hideout, Vespucci.

[19/04/817 20:15:32 SMT] Phate: Oh yeah.
[19/04/817 20:15:42 SMT] Phate: Got the scans, and two nomad smashes.
[19/04/817 20:16:10 SMT] Mr.Sanguinetti: Cool stuff. That's not something what one sees every day.
[19/04/817 20:18:40 SMT] Phate: well, the fight wasn't without casualties, though.
[19/04/817 20:18:58 SMT] Phate: Some of the alcatraz rogues didn't hold their ships together.
[19/04/817 20:19:20 SMT] Phate: I didn't have enough time to scan the small ship or the gunship
[19/04/817 20:19:27 SMT] Phate: but they're gone, that's for sure.
[19/04/817 20:38:15 SMT] Phate: I could use someone for the nomad equipment transfer.
[19/04/817 20:38:43 SMT] Phate: Oh and Sanguinetti, I've officially got your backside back to Mactan intact, though, the ride was very very bumpy.
[19/04/817 20:40:14 SMT] Mr.Sanguinetti: *dries the sweat on his forehead*

I, too, felt relieved when I dropped off the alien items and went for a strong drink.

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