Hola Gomez...
They call me Machete , Centurion of el Omega fleet.
I've lost some good hombre's ... you'll do just fine to fill up the ranks of our meatshield squad.
Prove yourself courageous and we will train you into an excellent warrior,
worthy of wearing that Brotherhood armor.
Report to me directly here at fortaleza Alcázar, Planet Crete.
That should be about two days walking from your current position.
I suggest you run so I expect you in one day.
A titan with your name on it will be equipped and ready for usage.
Make me proud, spartan.
...Incoming Transmission...
...Signal Location: Planet Crete
...Encryption: Medium
Hello, my name is Enigo Montoya and I am 35 years old.
It pains me to tell you my story, but they say that confession is often the first step on the road to redemption. You see I worked with my father Santiago, liberating credits and cargo for the prosperity of my family as well as the empire. Then came that day 10 years ago when we stopped a small Bowex convoy heading through Cambridge. All seemed to be going well until the Bowex escort pilot opened fire on my Correo. My father engaged him and was able to give me time to escape with our loot, but the pilot was an Ace, and able to destroy my fathers Titan. The transport captains snickered over the comms that no one can beat the six-fingered pilot.
I spent quite some time searching for this pilot but eventually I fell into depression, and as depressed men sometimes do I turned to the bottle to cope. I have spent the last 10 years crawling into any cantina I could find. But the desire to accomplish something with my life has finally surpassed my depression and again I am ready to fly for the good of our nation.
I have both a Titan and Gladiator fighting ships, and have used both in defense of Gamma space as well as for cargo aquisition. Though to be honest, a little more training and practice never would hurt. My skills could use a little sharpening. I want to be at the top of my game for when I find the six-fingered pilot.
A six fingered Bretonian shot your father down and you are looking for revenge huh...
Let me tell you something hermano.
Soldatos of the Corsair Brotherhood fly for the empire and the elders alone.
There is no place for personal issues amongst our ranks.
We can turn that sad hump of hombre that you are in a fearless warrior though.
That ,or you will die in the process.
Are you certain about having nothing to lose?
If so , you might find yourself fighting your six fingered buddy at the Bretonian front , in a couple of months.
<<Incoming Transmission>>
Hel..ca...read...e?
<<Transmission Terminated>>
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<<Incoming Transmission>>
Hello? I'm in range now, can you hear me?
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Hey there, I got a friend here you should talk to, he's not much of a talker but he has always had a way with making those ships burst into flames. One moment, patching him through...
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<<Re-establishing connection>>
<<Incoming Transmission>>
Hello, my name is Reed Salazar. I was an ace fighter pilot with the Liberty Navy before my CO found out about a deal I had with the local Xenos. At the age of 20 I was already quickly rising through the ranks of the traditional Navy, turning down promotions to stay in my little fighter. After my discharge from the Liberty Navy, I succumbed to the same drugs I was pirating into base.
The day I decided to leave Liberty space for good, I stole a little Starflyer trainer from the Academy, and blasted my way to the Omicron systems where I was boarded by Hessians (They killed my sister and tortured me for fun). My sole ambition is to now kill as many as them as possible while creating a new life for myself.
I have nothing to offer expect my skills as a fighter pilot. And I ask nothing in return except the chance to prove myself to the Brotherhood and earn a new life.
Comm ID: Elder Werss Location: Planet Crete To: Señor Reed Salazar's or Reed Salazar's friend or... huh!
Dios mío, qué es esto...?
'ola there, can you or your frend... hear me?!?
Well... ahhh young Liberty Navy pilot, ehhhh. Junkie - sniffer and after all that, you've become a some kind of avenger. Eh young pilots and drugs! Whats wrong with the Liberty? (Werss mumbles to himself)
You there pilot? Well, do you know where you have sent a transmission? I bet you have no clue?! [censored] we don't need... Liberty Navy pilots and even less we need a little junkies and avengers. [censored] We are warriors of the Corsair nation. We are Corsairs, we are bloody... Corsairs, we are... *cough* *cough*... in the... *cough* 'sair space... *cough* you know. (damn cigars)
Sorry for your loss, pilot.
Ye Hessians, sometimes they tend to be awkward, nasty... etc. Kill them all, trust me, you'll do great favor to Sirius.
Go back to the Liberty space young one or find the Outcast [censored] cardamine sniffers, i bet they have some goooood stuff for you. This is the wrong place for a young delusional - foreign pilots. Adios!
Greetings, i'm called Earaldor, I wish to join your brotherhood.
I'm from planet Coracao, for years worked for the rich do little bastards, started as a waiter, eventually got enough money to buy a ship and start trading, went to all over sirius, explored alot and got very nice trading deals, I'm a fair pilot, and have a few credits stored to buy a good ship, I'm actually flying a havoc bomber, sold my huge trader ship to come here and join you guys.
My reasons to join you, well lets say my roots are in the corsairs and on planet Crete, as my family came from there, you can treat me as a long lost brother, Anyway i hope you can give me a chance to prove my worth.
Planet Curacao in the Cortez System? Never heard of it?
Yes I'm a citizen of the Empire, Seems my family owns a estate in Crete and all my papers were there, so i'm up to date as a empire citizen.
Who am I? Let me prove my worth and you will know.