Incoming Transmission.
From: Chris Forbes
Call Sign: Nightmare
Intended to: Nome Base
Encryption: High
Subject: Request to join your ranks.
*laughs* Yo Xeno command, names Christopher Forbes , call me Nightmare. Why so ? *laughs* i'll fill you in shortly so don't get your undies in a twist. Hmm i'll keep the jibber jabber to a minimum, born and raised in Manhattan. No i was not some rich slick fool, I was just part of the 'norm'. 17 years young and I was living the life, well the life for me anyways.
Got involved in abit of illegal gambling all over planetside, had some friends in some high places who got their hands on some marijuana.. god damn was that stuff good *laughs* and even managed to handle some Artifacts, pretty sweet little trinkets which fetched me a hell of a price to the older folk of Manhattan. Found myself at one stage handling just over a million credits. Not bad for a 17 year old. *giggles*
I bought my first Starflier at 18, just to explore the New York system, headed to Newark where I somehow got involved with a bloke who i'd later find out to be a Junker. Who filled my naive head with some more 'get rich quick schemes' took me to the far side of Manhattan, to the Junker base Rochester. Damn fool you had to see his quarters, the bloke was about as clean as the New Jersey Debris field. The plan was help him haul a load of Cardamine directly to Manhattan, seemed perfectly fine i mean i could see Manhattan out the bloody window so it wasn't some lengthy run. And out of all the traffic that runs through Manhattan, whats the chances of me getting caught? *chuckles* My mistake. *laughs hysterically*
Busted just outside of Trenton.. something snapped in me though and the thrill of excitement took over - I made a run for it. Headed back towards Rochester ,instantly pursued by 3 Patriots ,devilishly fast bastards. But just when i thought i had made it clear in the Debris field, got smacked pretty hard by a Javelin. The explosion ignited the Cardamine in my hold and well the fumes were impossible to not inhale. I managed to eject shortly after but the damage was done, i was tractored in and on my way to Sugarland, highly intoxicated after taking in enough Cardamine fumes to mentally fry an Outcast *laughs*. I was treated on sight at Sugarland, from the footage i stole from the security feed, i was all over the place ,like a fish out of water. I was heavily sedated as the doc's from Medical tried to flush out the Cardamine from my system, but it was apparently too late. They assumed I was gonna be dead, without a constant supply of the drug. For the first few months , i'd wish i had been dead. The side effects at first were crazy - *laughs* the insomnia, the random mood swings , the migranes. Over time,the side effects seemed to have stopped. Medical assessed me and explained that my constant laughter was my own brand of antibiotics and seemed to relieve the side effects of the Cardamine.
I spent the next 5 years serving the maximum Juvenile sentence at Sugarland, under watch by Medical psychologists. My cell mates and the officers there labelled my laughter a Nightmare as I would even laugh during my sleep. So it caught on, obviously I made very little contacts during my time there as everyone thought I was crazy. Except one bloke, his quarters must of been on the far side of the prison as he seemed unaware of my little 'gift' he said he had ties with the Xeno's and that i should think about joining the cause. Now everyone i knew back on Manhattan, knew about the Xeno's. From what we read from the Tabloids and news feeds. the Xenos were crazy ,rampart attackers who had no respect for the law and were held back by little, or no rules. *laughs* I was thinking damn fool thats for me. so the minute i was out of Sugarland I'd find some contacts to get involved with ya'll.
I've lost nearly everything , I still got my skills, my optimism ,my bad ass self, and whats left of my sanity. *laughs*
You give me a chance, and i'll give you not only a pilot and a follower for your cause. I'll give you one heck of a ride !
