Xeno Alliance Recruitment (iRP) ***OLD***

[Silekar]

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Comms ID - Silekar Dravin
Transmission Origin - Encrypted
Destination - Xeno Alliance
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Hello Xeno Alliance,

This is Silekar Dravin, until recently a trader and smuggler hailing from the New York System. My parents were killed in an "accident" with the Liberty Navy when I was 15. After that, I worked the trade routes for Ageira. After being wrongfully convicted of smuggling, I spent three years as a prisoner on Houston. Since then, I took up freelance trade and smuggling.

Until recently, I thought that Ageira had forgotten all about me, but a few days ago I had a run-in with some bounty hunters sent by them and supported by Liberty police forces. Some Outcasts showed up before they could attempt to take me in, and in the chaos of the fight, I escaped. The next day I learned that my brother in the Pennsylvania system had been murdered by Liberty police forces who claimed he was a pirate while on a routine trade run en route to the Colorado System. My brother had never broken the law in his life, but they killed him anyway.

After I learned of my brother's death, I began looking into other suspicious deaths at the hands of Liberty's "peacekeeping" forces. I found far too many to ever feel comfortable around one of their ships again. Liberty is supposed to be a place of freedom and opportunity, but what freedom and opportunity can exist among the seas of cutthroat corporations and trigger-happy security forces? How can one feel secure knowing that a lawman might just shoot you in the back?

With everything I uncovered, I knew I had to do something, but I wasn't comfortable about contacting you given your reputation. A few hours ago though, things changed. I was just leaving Newark Station in my Civilian transport ship that cost me over a million credits in the California system when my ship started acting up. At first I wasn't too concerned, sometimes systems go a little crazy for no reason, but then navigation cut out. When it came back online, it set a course directly for planet Manhatten. I tried to cut power to the engines, but it didn't work. Luckily, the pilot ejection systems were still functional, and I managed to escape death. Investigation of the ship's computer (what was left of it) revealed sabotage. I have no doubt that Ageira was behind it.

I still have enough credits to purchase a kingfisher, and now I'm going out there to set things right. I want to join the Xeno Alliance and purge the infection that is Liberty.

Contact me via private comm channel, seeing as I don't intend to be staying at any one base for too long.

Silekar Dravin

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Said the pirate to the merchant: Your money or your life?

Merchant: What was the question?

Pirate: Pay or Die!

Merchant: That's not a question.

Pirate: Hand over 2 mil you corporate flunky, or be atomically disgronified!

Merchant: Sorry, I can't hear you, too busy docking.

Pirate: Wha... Dang it. *Turns to the new recruits* And that is why you shoot the trader who refuses to cut his engines. You just have to make sure you asked them to stop, and threatened them properly before you space them. Also, record your conversations in case the dead come back to complain. That's how it works here folks. Now go out and cut yourself a piece of the corporate pie!

[shemkel]

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:::Comms ID: Ronald Socha:::
:::Location: Ouray Base - Colorado System:::
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Lancehead here.

Flying on my wing, like you did today, is probably the best way to prove that you're a capable pilot.
I must say, however, that it's sad to hear your story. I've heard too many similar stories of people opressed by the bunch of slavers calling themselves corporations and LPI pigs corrupted by them.

I've got some good news for you. You don't have to run anymore. And with us, you can do something to make Liberty what its name suggests.

Meet me aboard Ames.
I'll guide you from there.

I'll resend this message using your priv comms in case you're on the run now.

Lancehead, out.

:::Connection terminated:::

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Once a Xeno - Always a Xeno

[Silekar]

***Incoming Transmission***
***Comms ID: Silekar.Dravin***
***Transmission Origin: Alamo Base - Alabama System***
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Hello,

Thank you for your reply, and I look forward to joining your ranks. I will set course for the Ames immediately.

See you there, Silekar Dravin

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Said the pirate to the merchant: Your money or your life?

Merchant: What was the question?

Pirate: Pay or Die!

Merchant: That's not a question.

Pirate: Hand over 2 mil you corporate flunky, or be atomically disgronified!

Merchant: Sorry, I can't hear you, too busy docking.

Pirate: Wha... Dang it. *Turns to the new recruits* And that is why you shoot the trader who refuses to cut his engines. You just have to make sure you asked them to stop, and threatened them properly before you space them. Also, record your conversations in case the dead come back to complain. That's how it works here folks. Now go out and cut yourself a piece of the corporate pie!

[Pig_Pen]

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Comm ID:[color=#3366FF]Hank Fairfax
Location:[color=#3366FF]Nome Base, Kepler
Subject: Xeno Alliance recruitment

Eh...*he glances at the camera*...that thing be workin'?

Guess that thing is workin', right! So, uuuhm...*he takes a pill*...right, bett're now, now what is this? Ah! 'remember...*he licks his lips*...now, uhm, yeah, seen yah guys outta there in action in 'Hattan, NY. So...uhm...*he licks his lips again*...maybe yah got some use for a good pilot, eh?

So...uhm...i know yah guys' quite busy but...uhm...*he throws in another pill*...sorry, tha's my anti-depressants...well, so i'm some good bomber dude, 'n...*he licks his lips*...maybe i could be of use fo yah, dun' yah think?

So...uhm...Ageira fired me 'cause of mah depressions, so...uhm...maybe i may join yah' forces to take some revenge for...uhm...yeah...*he licks his lips again*...yah know, uhm...what did i wanna say?

Dun' matter...uhm...contact me, fellas, if i may fly with yah...*he licks his lips*...so if my...uhm...what? Dunno'...

Guess that's all for me to say...uhm...right? Dunno'...



I'm out!



Hank....

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[Melander]

*Incoming Transmission*
*Comm ID- Ava "Rattler" Reed*
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Ava scoffed at the screen in front of her, rubbing her temples. "Sure, Lance," She muttered, "Blast through paperwork like you blast through hull..." Ava sighs deeply, focusing on the transmission that had come in. "At least we're getting a good amount of recruits. What does this guy have to offer..."

This is Rattler, responding to your transmission. We all know of Ageira's cruel treatment towards 'lesser' workers, if you aren't perfect and won't take the minimum, if that, you're gone. You say you're a good pilot. I like the bomber class myself. I'll take a chance here, I don't know about your depression but if you can keep your hands on the controls more than on the pills, you'll do just fine. Head to Ames, some people will meet you there, orient you and such. We'll see how you do there.

Rattler out.

[Syrus]

... Trying to connect...
... Rerouting... Ames, Kepler
... Searching...
... Rerouting... Unknown Base, Kepler
... Base identified - connection established... Nome Base, Kepler
>> Comm. ID: Stan Sullivan
>> Source: Kepler

This thing's transmitting?...
Alright... seems the uplink's working.

Hi. My name's Stan Sullivan, heard about you, and, let's say...I'm interested.
So, you want to know something about me? I guess so, ... let me tell you a little story.

One grows up, goes to school, looks forward to becoming a captain of a great ship, fight heroicly, rise to be
a well known hero or such, but ... that's just far from the harsh reality in the end, as we all know, heh?!
Father was working on Baltimore, assembling ship components, Mother's looking after her children. All
seeming quite good for a small family of four. But then, life changes. The father loses his job, leaves the
family to work on Pittsburgh - and never be seen again, Mother got to work in bar and leave her children on
their own mostly, just to survive...

But you grow up one day. You want to take it all in your own hands. Join the Liberty Navy, they said. Heh,
two years with a bunch of those idiots, just to get thrown out for some crap. No idea what drove me to
joining them, must've been drunk out of my mind, who knows. Other jobs? None around. At least not for
"long enough", not for me.

And then it happens ... desperatly you try to survive, try to make a living ... by taking from those who took
from you, in one way or another. You end up in prison. For a little thing, a little "mistake". Once ... then
twice. Huntsville and Sugarland are really nice places to get a new insight in how Liberty works.

So. What now? I'm 24, got nothing left but the will to do things a bit ... differently. A bit more, well, radical...

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[Melander]

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*Comm ID- Ava "Rattler" Reed*
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You say you're interested then? People will go against what they want in a desperate situation, to get some money, some food. Maybe a way out. You saw the Navy yourself, you worked for them. It seems you also knew it was not the right way to go about things. Liberty's prisons are indeed a great way to learn things... The cruelty of the Police, and certain groups trying to stop it. You say you're interested? Then head to Ames, ask around... We'll meet you there.

Rattler out.

[Evo]

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Well howdy there. M'names Thomas Greenfield. Took a listen to yer Radio Free Liberty and it really opened my eyes.. Been living on the streets of Denver ever since the silver fields ran out 'o silver. I always thought ma bein' homeless an' all was ma fault. Could never find a job 'n always saw them foreign men 'n women all dressed up goin' to jobs that should be for us. I always just looked away in shame 'n raided the trash cans for empty containers 'o synth paste.. I heard the broadcast 'bout it and I couldn't stop throwin' up for 'bout two hours. I can't believe what Liberty 'as become today. 'M willin' to join ranks and try t'actually change things 'n whatnot seein' as how nobodeh else's willin' to do what's right. I can't even look at foreigners 'nymore without ma blood boilin' away. Mugged some Kusari vermin 'n an alleyway, 'ad my first meal in weeks 'n they didn't live to enjoy anotha. Felt so liberatin' 'n whatnot. I've never been able t'find somethin' else I was good at 'sides minin' 'n always thought I was doomed t' a live 'o poverty 'n sufferin' alone.. I don't want 'nyone else to live like this 'n whatnot. I might not be a good'un at flyin' 'round but I'd give it ma best shot 'n whatnot. Consider yerselves wit' one more body on yer side if ya'll accept me 'n whatnot.

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[Melander]

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*Comm ID- Ava "Rattler" Reed*
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You start to learn how things work, living on the streets. Money is power, and foreigners seem to have plenty of it. I've experienced it myself, and every time, the poor and the weak are suppressed. You've been shown the truth of what Liberty is now, and we'll gladly accept another member to change Liberty to how it should be. There'll be plenty more foreigners to deal with... Get yourself to Ames. Don't keep me waiting.

Rattler out.

[Tyler]

In the background faint beeping sounds are heard. Engines humming pleasantly. A flashlight suddenly passes the holo-camera temporarily blinding you, but when your sight appears again you see a blond man with blue eyes looking around the room he's in. It seems almost like the cargo-bay of a battletransport.

Hi there. The name's Joe Heart. I'm a former small time transport captain, self-proclaimed terrorist and lover of the stars. And here's my present to you.

He changes the angle of the holo-camera, pointing it down to his feet. There's a box, easily carryable by one man, with a holo-pad connected to it. The numbers displayed on the pad are counting down, currently being at 04:13:16. It strikes you this is a bomb. A crude bomb, perhaps not quality like, but effective nontheless. The camera is pointed back on him.

I'm on a so-called Akegata. The Kusari transport. Flying under the command of this... He spits on the ground. Piece of *corrupted*. Two days ago I worked on a bar on 'hattan. This here captain flying this "foreign" vessel came inside with his crew and started going all elitist like on my behind. Now, my behind is not made for that kind of behaviour. Especially coming off from those folks who steal anything. My jobs all got taken from me due to their actions. I mean, me, working in a bar. With the knowledge I can blow these sons-of-*corrupted* anytime, anywhere. So, after having smashed in the teeth of the captain with my serving tray, kicking the communications officer in the nutsack, made him loose one nut by the way, and knocking out the FO I fled to someone I knew and arranged some pieces of equipment.

He looks down. And starts to smile. He grabs the camera and starts walking towards a gaping hole in the hull. He enters it and puts the camera showing his back working on closing the hull.

Now, I know some tricks. My dad taught me them. Bless him. The life-pod I'm in has a simple steering device attached to it. No energy on this life-pod as to mask my presence. Folks hardly tend to look out their cockpits anyway. The entrance has a ring who can be magnetized. As soon as I steer in the right position I turn it on and it locks. Allowing me to create a hole, enter, dump the present and get out.

A faint clunck is heard. Joe pressed a few buttons on a portable control panel. He grabs the camera and looks into it. There's some kind of pain in those eyes.

Please. Let me become part of the Alliance. I know I can, and will do, better.

A sudden bright flash makes Joe squint his eyes, he turns the camera towards the tradelane connecting the NY JG to planet Denver. You see the Akegata blowing up in 3 more smaller explosions. Nothing but debry is floating about.

I know this was a start. I got plenty more where that came from.

He looks saddended.

It's time to pick up the tempo. It's time to make them pay. What they did to me, they will receive tenfold back.

He starts to laugh, with one tear going down his right cheek.

Joe out.

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