Recipient(s): NeuralNet Node 3.562A Sender: Doppel Location: California, Alcatraz Base
Hemlocke, Clark.
I would like to thank the both of you for that particular comedy routine crossing my desk. It had everything from a three-way build up to reverses with a hint of simple truth hidden in plain sight. I just wish I didn't find this gem in a folder that supposedly contains serious inquiries.
I was considering a visit to Bretonia myself just before this little incident. Switching up my usual method of travel for something smaller and more convenient would have been a pleasant change of pace. Now? I'm glad I put this off. Granted, I won't entirely give up on the idea.
In theory, this could have been just a disgruntled commander doing something considered a chore. This particular person could have had some deep trauma early on, of a rouge stealing their binky at a young age. Who knows. We could go into theory crafting, but I reckon neither of us has as much time as Montes, nor do we want to waste any more precious time on whatever the fuck this was.
With our apparent lack of braincells, I'll ought to get to the point and simply put it bluntly. I might send a rogue I know down there to look around. Get some gold, or get shot, maybe both. Risk free, for the idiot I have selected can always make it out alive. Somehow. Worst case he'll be back inside a taxi service that's less than credible.
Voice your concerns, apprehensions, or complete disinterest.
Recipient(s): Neural.Net-Node6.32P Sender: <|> Blythe Blackwell <|> Location: <|> Dark Matter Interference <|> Subject: <|> Assuming Control <|>
SUP.
I've updated the base code of the Alcatraz network the old man had us using and got a new nexus set up on Padua for any of you that still remain, your old subroutines have temporary access for the next week until you get yourselves keyed into the new network. I've been busy since the old man bit the dust. Any of you still bumping around out there that my scouts couldn't find are invited to come shack up with me and my boys on Padua until you're all back on your feet.
With that out of the way I think it's a good idea to compile information here so we all know who's up to what so we don't step on each other's toes.
Me and the gang have been trashing Galileo in the midst of this economic embargo crisis between Kusari and Liberty, and in the process of this I took it upon myself to make a couple deals. Now I know a lot of you left-overs don't like her very much, but I've struck a deal with Fiorella's cartel to have Iridium shipped out from the deep Omicrons so we can uparmor our vessels and get back on track to dicking down Liberty at large. I'd appreciate it if you don't fuck with her or her number.
The Prideful Pillager has been deployed to Colorado to extend my boy's patrol range and so far we've been on neutral footing with the Xenos, no telling how long that'll last but for now our operational capacity is heavily limited to the Northern systems. Also the guys on Attica really don't like my boys for some reason, probably old grudges from my time in max-security there, one of you guys might need to smooth things over with them.
Following the Pillager's deployment to the Alamosa, Jax's gang made contact with a cool Hacker group run by some girl named Chloe who helped him trash a few larger navy assets, they're cool, and interested in cooperating with us in the northern systems. By the way keep an eye out for some rheinland corporation running Weiss] identifiers, I don't know what exactly happened in Colorado, but Jax says they got some fuckin' mitts on 'em.
Damn I really have been busy, ONE MORE thing, I promise. I also struck a deal with an old Insurgent turned Militant, Jack Frost who captains the INS-Tundra, apparently those guys aren't a huge fan of the Insurgent CUNTS attempting a revival under the Technocracy's banner. They want to help us out with the Military in Galileo, so we're offering them a safe port and free re-fuels until the border shenanigans are over.
Recipient(s): Neural.Net-Node6.32P Sender: <|> Jackson Orwell <|> Location: <|> Dark Matter Interference <|> Subject: <|> Ripper's League <|>
Blythe just screamed at me to get introductions out of the way.
I'm Jax Orwell. I lead the Ripper's League Alongside Jackie Briggs, and Cade Baxter.
We're a splinter gang that separated from the self-proclaimed king of Alberta, "Samson Wells", and the Ravagers when the storm rolled through and took out our old port. We joined up with the Remnant when Blythe's scouts found us sitting tight with the boys at Montezuma, who saw a use in our particular skillset and offered us a port to call home. We're still in the process of gathering and setting up shop. Jackie and Baxter are still making the trip North with their number.
In the meantime I took it upon myself to go looking for resources, and offered the Ripper's services to Cobra, who in exchange for our help dealing with the Robert Preary when the time comes, offered us the left over anti-rad pharmaceuticals they had in stock for Nome, which recently bit the dust in Kepler much the same way Fort McMurray did in Alberta. The trade is open to negotiation
The deal made is the League's alone, however we are willing to share the pills with the rest of you, and are open to cutting ties with the Xeno Alliance the moment it becomes problematic for the rest of us.