Hola amigo, I have reviewed your aplication form and all seems fine. A saber bearing the Blue Lotus Syndicate colors will be available for you once we meet at Malta. For anything else we shall talk in more privacy.
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COMM ID: classified
Encryption: Delta,Omega,Alpha
From:Mobster
TO: Blue Lotus Syndicate
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My name is mobster
i was born on planet malta but hid on a cargo vessle to planet manhatten where i grew up with the junkers. i learn many thing while i was there, how to fight, how to choses a battle, and how to..Kill without remorse. it was untill resentily where i stoped a cargo vessle for a tax when a corsair group came in. they desrtoyed the cargo vessle and nearly took my life, my ship so damaged that i have to fly to the nearist station in my escape pod.
my age is currently 23
planet:malta
my prior jobs were:junker,pirateing,outcast
my current ship is a stinger
my Superluminal Karol Yulini Personal Entry Device account name is:mobster757
my externail frequency international receiving excommunicater (x.f.i.r.e.):hunter375
Incoming Transmission
Target: Mobster
Comm ID: BLS representative
I'm sorry Mobster, but your application has been denied. We expect a certain skill and competence level, which our background checks and undercover operatives have shown you lack in. Have a nice life.
Full Name : Sting Fellow
Age : 34
Experience : Trained at Freelancer Flying Club at Meta Base of Rheinland at Frankfurt System. Details of my past history is found below...
My name is Sting Fellow "Hawk". I was born in Rheinland to an upbeat and honest Rheinland officer Hans Shultz and a Liberty born Mother Linda Scott. My early years spend on Rheinland systems because of which I have learnt a great deal about Rheinland. Though I grew up in Rheinland I have always had fancy for the "hidden systems" of Omicron.
I joined Rheinland Military with the desire to give my best to the nation that I thought was my own. In time I had the privilege to command the Rheinland Guboat and later Rheinland Cruizer.
At that time I use to consider the Rheinland my first home and Liberty my second home, despite the trade embargo and the growing rift between Rheinland and Liberty,
I remmeber the day clearly, when 4 months back I wandered into the Alaska territory in order to meet a friend at Prison Station Mitchell. All was fine, my papers were in order and I had due permission to visit there. While returning back I lost the way and ended up being attacked by Nomads. The weaponry and the spectrum display of cannons was spellbounding for me. I and my crew fought with them before an engine leak forced me to flee in the clouds on my cruiser. "Mayday Mayday" I SOS but no response came and not any help eventually...
Guided by my stellar advance jumpgate frequency tracking mechanism that was newly installed on my carrier I ended up in at the Alaska Jumpgate that connects with Newyork. Realising that it was a forbidden area I still entered the Newyork knowing that the LSF may not buy my true story that I was visitng a pre arranged meeting with a friend in LSF. They say corruption and $ speaks in Liberty. If you have 2 million credits 2 give away like that they can buy your story... even if its false. But mine was true. and I had papers to proove that. I learnt it that hard way that Liberty cant be trusted.
On the other side, as I was coming through the mine field an LSF Officer on a bomber saw me on his scanner and told me to come to halt. He then asked me to hand over the Nomad weapons and escape pods. I handed over the pods to him and requested him that I will surrender the guns to his possesion near the Battleship. Soon three more bombers came in and without provocation start firing on me. I powered the cruiser and headed to the Battleships direction. A red alert was declared and within minutes about a dozen LSF ships started chasing me. The Trade lanes were disabled, Jumpgates access blocked and I was forced to run for cover in the dense Badlands. my Ship hit a stationary Asteroid and the course pointers changed. The base deck 1 developed technical fault because of which the ship was unable 2 get Cruise any longer.
LSF Bombers and the battlecruiser that was persuing me fired a clean range 3 torpedos each. The hull was breached. My death was imminent with half of the crew already dead. I along with my three crew members use escape pod. As we sail in the hazardous space on our escape pods we say the destruction of our beloved carrier with LSF men loathing on the transmission channel.
As if this was not enough... they didnt even spare the remaining crew members and when they saw the escape pod of my deck engineer Kruzack Schullman instead of tractoring him they fired a cannon and fried him in space. :( Not a death even to be granted to any Xeno.. only a sick and twisted mind can do that.....
I along with my only surviving crew member Dennis Kauffman adrifted in space with our backs injured and a fractured arm. 20mins might have passed by when a passing Liberty Rogue pilot saw us. Some say they are trigger happy. But on that day I saw the compassion in the young Rogues eyes when he tractored me and Dennis.
He took us to Buffalo Base. With our fading eyes we have seen the rocky base of Buffalo in the thick dark clouds of Badlands. A quick operation was performed on us so we can suvive. Dennis lost his right arm developed lifelong breathing problem. His rib was punctured and only quick operation survived him. Doctor administed to him a Blue susbstance and though magically many people say its lethal and is contraband, it saw my friend Dennis survived. Cardamine. Later I was told by one Rogue pilot it was a refined cardamine that is administered to injured pilots only in dire circumstances.
Thankfully I didnt have to undergo that much suffering as Dennis went. 2 months of rest and I was up though not without a artificial left knee. When 2nd canon stuck our carrier I was making sure that all the crew start preparing for safety evacuation and I was using the Harbinger controlled Forward Gun that contains the Sulphuric Acid emersed rods for sustained usage. The shock of the 3 canons strking atonce, was too much for the side control deck to bear and the rods broke letting the sulphur gushing and creating the hole in the knee, big enough for the cricket ball to pass through.
As I managed to drag myself with the help of Dennis and Kruzack in our escape pods, I was couging blood. The result was a lifelong injury in the larynx that the medic at LR base said , will only take a miracle to cure. Three months.Yes Three Months and sixteen days later I was discharged from medical ward with half of my face recieivng 20%burns. A price paid for honesty, for courage to say no to LSF.
Dexter Jordan, this is the name I wont forget. Its the name of a man who saved my life. With 200 thousand credits that he spend on me and Dennis we owe our lifes to the Rogues.
Dennis has been absorbed in the Buffalo base with his engineering skills coming to his aid. Dexter helped me with another 100000 credits to fly to New Tokyo to start afresh, since they didnt have enough ships to help me out.
I am a trader at the moment at New Tokyo and thanks to one Jedi trader who helped me after seeing my disoriented face with 2 million credits I know have new face, and I have new life. But I want something that has not been experienced in my family lineage. I want to avenge , avenge the death of my engineers, avenge the death of my fledging career and above all I want to treat Liberty a lesson of their miserable lives...
Why Blue Lotus and why not Liberty based freedom fighting clans ??
The Lane hacker and Liberty Rogues are already fighting out of their skins and with Battleships and Gunboats of Liberty they stand little match. Their profits are decreasing as well because of dormedaries that come under heavy fire at key strategic points inthe smuggling trade.
I would like to join the cardamine trade runs to make sure the freedom fighting brothers of liberty will get justice. I would like to expediate the trade runs and make sure the Rogues and Hackers brothers are safe. Cardamine produced from our bases will need to be entered into the four houses to wake them to their senses, for only cardamine can free them from their pain and suffering ........the suffering that Blue Lotus will inflict on them.
Though to an extent I have personal agenda against Liberty, I realise however, the Blue Lotus Syndicate has animosity of vast measures against the Corsairs. So far I have not encountered them but if given a choice I will fight them if given an opportunity. My log book will then carry fresh entries of Corsair exploits.
My dogfights skills include, Dodging, 360 spin attack and Blazzerkill ability which I am still learning.
My weakness includes too quick missile launch and delay in minedropping that I have to master asap.
My goals include only 1 - ARRIVE !! RAISE HELL!!! LEAVE ...............
I beleive this information and my lifestory will appeal to you.
Seeking your generous response at the earliest.
My friends use to call me Rebel when I was a kid ........Now I am one.
********Crossmap.net server message Line encryption via 203.122.14.11 disconnected.*********
Full Name: Emilio Zapata
Age: 15
Planet of Origin: Malta / Ruiz
Prior Affiliation(s): N/A
Your Reasons for Wishing to Join Us: a faith in cardamine
Ship: Crow
"Scipio" broadcast channel: dyl.hsu
Hey, at the age of fifteen you do know a few things. Yeah! like my mom's bad habits, we'll start there. I don't really get why, but ever since I can remember I've always felt this hunger within me. N' she never told me what it was. Now I know, of course, but how she kept her use, and everyone else's, hidden from me til the age of twelve still, remains a mystery. I guess she was trying to protect me from it, but now I see her reasoning and her wrong... She couldn't protect me from something that was already part of her, rest her soul. Not the craving, not the distant relation to some war hero a few thousand years ago she told me about once. She says I'm named after him, cause he stood up for these guys called "mestizos..." Probably a lie, I'll never know...
Wasn't till thirteen that I actually got my hands on the stuff I always needed. But I'm not like all the others, I'm smart. I hid it all away in the sewers and saved it up so I could have the first time of my life.
I eventually did have that time, and I blew up a Corsair Cruiser with it in a Crow I stole. Then I understood... amidst the euphoria of fighting or the blessed powder, the blindness I had... the God who Mama told me about meant nothing. I threw it all down for something else, something worthy to be followed... I'd found a new god by then.
Here I stumble across the Syndicate, and I figure, I'm smart, so I'll fit right in. Just because I'm young doesn't mean I can't fight! I swear to you and to my god... I will spread Its word!
***** Incoming Transmission - Planet Ruiz: Commerce Administration District
***** Incomming Comm ID - Curtis Weldon: <strike>unemployed</strike> recently early retired transport captain
***** Subject - Need a good, discrete captain
Hello sir or madam. My name is Curtis Weldon. I was, until recently, the CEO of a small organization dedicated to the delivery of your product, SpaceAce Enterprises. Hard times have fallen upon the company, and with the increasing corsair presence in the sector, and the rising cost of H-fuel and personnel payroll, my company has had to close its doors, for good.
All company property is currently being liquidated on the orange market here on Malta, and my debt is soon to be paid off. All that is left now is my ship, the 'Orange Saphire', I have had for years now, a pirate train class transport vessel. I had to sell the guns to pay for the mooring permits, and the armor was sold to pay severance to the senoir staff of SpaceAce Enterprises.
It would be a shame for me to sell that ship, I have so many memories aboard her. That is why I contact you today. I am in need of employment, and you organization seems the ideal place for me to go now. I knwo the routes your product takes to liberty - I have flown those routes myself many times. I know the patrol paths the police and corsairs take, I have avoided them many times. My services could benefit us both, and i would hate to retire at the age of 65. All I ask is that I be allowed to fly under you tag, and contribute a part of my profits to you organization.
Please respond as soon as possible, as i do have people wanting to know if my transport is for sale or not.
Contact information follows:
Full Name: Curtis Weldon
Age: 65
Planet of Origin; New Berlin is where I called home before Malta, I know not where I was born
Prior Affiliation(s); Independent Jewlery Manufacturer, Planet New Berling, SpaceAce Industries
Independent Smuggler, Planet Malta, SpaceAce Enterprises
Your Reasons for Wishing to Join Us; Early Retirement just isnt sounding so good anymore, and the
caramine has given me another 40 years probably, or so the doc says.
Ship; Pirate Transport 'Orange Saphire"
Superluminal Karol Yulini Personal Entry Device (S.K.Y.P.E.) Account Name; Mazdamackace
Quote:Jinx (in a sanction report) -
"better remember that talking to them about it should be done before you go off and report them. - a sanction often hurts more than it helps - assistance and understanding can - in a lot of situations be much more beneficial. "
Quote:Xoria (about cheaters\modders)
He can run from Tenacity, but he can't hide from Ioncross
Quote:(out of context, so not gonna name em'
NY is the portal to the very darkest regions of the netherworld.
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Full Name: Ammi Pierce
Age: 28
Planet of Origin: Malta
Prior Affiliation(s): None
Ship: This rusted, rotten waste of space they call a Starflier.
Your Reasons for Wishing to Join Us:
My Mother was an Outcast.
My Mother's Mother was an Outcast.
I am what others consider an 'Outcast.'
There is no life for me, other than what has been burned into me by the countless stories of my parents and my parent's parents. For years, I sat and watched our ships take off from Malta, watched as they hung in space for those few, brief seconds, before winking out into the black beyond. I watched and waited for them to return, with stories, with riches, with scars. Some did. Many didn't.
But now I sit and hover above a world that is not my own, in a system named after an ideal that none of my family were ever given a chance to achieve by those who named it - 'Liberty.' I am the last of my family, and I am hopelessly stuck after a bad encounter with the same security forces that bring out the worst in me. All that I had was taken away, what little that was.
And now I sit here, above a world I so despise. I sit here and wonder how I will ever return to Malta, how I can ever return, for now our name means nothing, and our family less than that. Even this message I'm sending is costing me a fortune - don't ask. It's a waste of time.
I have no tales save ones of woe. No riches but the ones I wish to bring to our table. No scars save the ones I wish to give to my enemies.
I have no family but the ones named with my name: Outcast.
Outcast brothers, Outcast sisters. We are all of a one.
I'm in Liberty. Coordinates home would be appreciated, since my ship was spaced and I had to use the remainder of my credits for this piece of garbage. I'm broke and I'm not usually in this vicinty - but don't stress yourselves on my account. I'm just one woman, after all.
I don't usually respond to these myself, but your situation and dedication has been brought to my attention. We would love to have one such as yourself - no history, no scruples - in our organization. I will contact you later with more details.
Full Name: Howard Sorensen
Age: 34
Planet of Origin: Planet Los Angeles, California
Prior Affiliation(s): Outcast
Ships: Falcata and Sabre
Superluminal Karol Yulini Personal Entry Device (S.K.Y.P.E.) Account Name: I am afraid I haven't been able to replace my S.K.Y.P.E. device, but I will do so if it is required.
Your Reasons for Wishing to Join Us:
I was born in Los Angeles, but I never called that place home. My father was an escort pilot for the corporations, so I moved around alot in my childhood. A month here, half a year there, but never long enough to call anywhere home. I never knew who my mother was, she was just some girl my father picked up in a bar.
He died when I was fourteen. It was a Lane Hacker who fired the shot, but it was Cryer who killed him. The greedy penny-pinchers thought two escort fighters were enough for a convoy that size. Two of the three transports got away, and Cryer still made a profit that day. And I was made an orphan.
I quickly fell out with the wrong crowd, as they say. By the time I was eighteen I was flying as an escort for shipments of Cardamine into New York. I worked my way further up the ladder and further up the cardamine route, and further and further down into heavy drug abuse.
I was a mess. I could barely function without a heavy dose of painkillers, alcohol and cardamine. When I was flying I was so gone I didn't care who I killed, and during the night I couldn't sleep from the guilt and the nightmares.
But things changed one day. The Outcasts trusted me enough to let me escort back a smuggler convoy all the way to the source. Malta.
Maybe it was the cardamine in the air, but everything seemed easier when I first stepped foot on Maltese soil. My headache lifted, and I was lifted out of my depression. I don't know what I had expected from Malta, but I found a paradise. I've fallen in love with Malta and it's people.
I've found a home, and I will give everything to protect it, and joining the Syndicate appears to me to be the best way.
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