i will not waste your time, so straight to the point. i did as requested in the opening section of this data sheet - i am currently on mactan, next to a dagger from buffalo, with equipment purchased from local dealers.
as for the rest of this message, the requested data:
c) it's quite simple, really, and mr. pistols told me today, that if he had a million every time he heard this story, he would have twice as much as he does now. to keep it short, after my studies, i was drafted into ageira straight from the university. small stuff at start, but later i was part of a team working on an experimental jump drive. during testing, we had a small incident, and a rather large part of the lab was vaporized. lucky for everyone, it was the brown nose, who always wanted to take all credit. i mean - yeah, it was a loss, but ... nobody really liked him in the team. far too active when talking to superiors. anyway, we summed up a report, and went over to tell the poor guy's sister about the incident. unlike her sibling, she was kinda cute, so i left her my card, just in case - i'm a good stress reliever, i hear. and guess, who is calling me on the next day? same young lady. it just isn't the tone i was hoping for. instead of quiet sobbing, she is screaming loudly about g-men, and the line breaks up. so i call a few of my team members - nobody is picking up. strange thing is, they usually do. so i got a bit nervous, reached for my smokes, and realize, that the pack is empty. so i go to my neighbor for a beer. he is usually stacked, and i need a cold beer and a smoke now. a few minutes after we sit down and start enjoying a cold one, we both hear odd noises, so we check out the camera feed from outside, with view on my door. the door is wrecked, a big bald fellow is standing there, while two others search my apartment. then they come ask my neighbor about me. where can i be? did we make contact recently? hiding in the kitchen, i hear my neighbor act like i'm a complete stranger to him and we never talked much. thank god. who knows what they wanted. so i decided to bail. gave my friend permission to take anything he wants from my apartment for 17.394 credits he had in cash. was just enough for a second hand star-flaea and some bonus to live from.
d)so i browsed the neural net for similar cases. seems ageira doesnt like their mishaps to go public. a lot of people went missing in the recent years. they always told us the lane hackers were bad. perhaps they know something of this. so i dig a bit deeper, ask a few friends, and i get to your data sheet. i always knew corps do bas stuff, but this ... making people disappear without a trace and stay unpunished, i'm not cool with that. not at all. so i do all you asked - undock under a false name, go to the junkers on rochester. they say they could need some fuel and engine components, so i take my little starflea and wait out small clashes of various groups. then i pick up the engine components and h fuel tanks left, and go back to junkers on rochester. so junkers put in a good word for me with the rogues. i end up on buffalo, helping wherever i can with technical stuff. life is good, i earn some credits from the rogues by hacking a few transport transmissions. so i get the dagger and go to mactan. and i'm here.
e) well, i was lucky to meet some nice guys from your organization. we had quite a day. unfortunately, i only have a data recording of my personal theft, should i say? i'm sure, that misters pistols, largo and knox will be able to provide more.
so i guess, that's it. i will be awaiting your reply.
regards,
chase
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(02-17-2014, 02:27 AM)Papa Oomaumau Wrote: Either way - when you let go, and stop holding on so tightly, life can actually be fun - you can't steer a train, but you can RIDE it!
