Some say that he is allergic to a fungus found only between the toes of Corsairs,
and that he is oblivious to 98% of Liberty Law. All we know is... He's called the Busdriver!
Well paint me green and call me a tree, if it aint 'ol Goodmama's boy! Well, if I don't deserve to give his son a chance to head out into the wild to get hisself killed or come hoe a hero then I guess I didn't deserve all them totes o' the good whiskey hi pa held on reserve for me!
With a flourish o' the pen David signed off on GoodMama's app and turned to the next.
Channel to Ouray Base Opened.....
Transmission Origination - Ouray Base, Jagger's Bar...
COMM ID: R420, Xenos Liscence Confirmed.
Greetings. I am Rand. I fly Car 'a Carn. I am enclosing a link to more detailed info for your perusal. I offer my 'Foraging' Skills as well as my ire towards Liberty. I have been working for a local Xenos arms dealer aquiring the harder to get gear. I offer the access to my network, and its fruits, however, for security resaons, my network will need to remain anonymous. I will act as liason. Also as a well trained fighter and bomber mechaninc, I would offer my services in the bays too. Before I ever flew my first time, I learned the craft of fixin 'em. I've learned a thing or two since the invasions with the Nomads and such. Their technology is a bit strange, but given proper facilities I believe I can make them interact with our ships combat interface. I'd love to get a chance to try. If nothing else, send me for an interview in the 'roids and test my skills. If I'm worth keepin, keep me, if not, I'll still be around, as I live here too. But we'll keep our distances, no?
' Wrote:Channel to Ouray Base Opened.....
Transmission Origination - Ouray Base, Jagger's Bar...
COMM ID: R420, Xenos Liscence Confirmed.
Greetings. I am Rand. I fly Car 'a Carn. I am enclosing a link to more detailed info for your perusal. I offer my 'Foraging' Skills as well as my ire towards Liberty. I have been working for a local Xenos arms dealer aquiring the harder to get gear. I offer the access to my network, and its fruits, however, for security resaons, my network will need to remain anonymous. I will act as liason. Also as a well trained fighter and bomber mechaninc, I would offer my services in the bays too. Before I ever flew my first time, I learned the craft of fixin 'em. I've learned a thing or two since the invasions with the Nomads and such. Their technology is a bit strange, but given proper facilities I believe I can make them interact with our ships combat interface. I'd love to get a chance to try. If nothing else, send me for an interview in the 'roids and test my skills. If I'm worth keepin, keep me, if not, I'll still be around, as I live here too. But we'll keep our distances, no?
David wrinkled his nose slightly as he began to read over the application, stamped with a red "NOP" and sent down from the top. He reckoned he owed someone up there money as they kept sending him the hard cases.
Giving his swivel chair a slight push that sent it in a lazy spin he pondered on how best to deal with, and respond to, the curious application.
Howdy there Mr. Rand. You're pretty well known here abouts indeed. A mighty curious member o' our little organization to say the least. Between your Sugarland origins to your mighty odd cavorting about with outsiders there's some around the Ouray bar as mutter about you being about a pig hairs' breadth from being a daggon Rogue afor being a member of the people's strong arm.
That being said, our little corner of the flightdeck is where they stick the odduns too see if they stick; as such we've got a possee together that most of the old timers consider to be the up and coming black sheep pack of the Xenos. So here's what. I'll give you the same chance I offered to my prior shiv magnet, Sam the Junker, that being a chance to prove yer not as much as an oddball as they'd suggest by slapping on some training wheels to fly under my good gaze. Largly 'cause in spite of yer oddities I'm a huge fan of results and you generally seem to get them.
We'll clear a locker out for you in our readyroom. Don't let me down.
David ripped the reply from his typewriter and sent it hurtling to its eventual destination via the tube sitting aside his desk. This was going to be a tough one. With a small shrug he turned his monitoring radio back to full volume and resumed his pre-brief writeup for the 1800 cap.
Now, my application may be short on words, but, lemme sum it up.
The Liberty Government sucks. Oppression reigns rampant, and even the traders complain even more about the local police force more than they complain about us.
To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure about applying for the Xeno Alliance, until I heard Adam Greerson. That man astounded me. Things which the Liberty Government twisted to rather brainwash all of Liberty, came out when Greerson spoke. Everything became so clear now.
So, that's that, this is my application to the Xeno Alliance. Rest assured, I will not stop plaguing the Liberty Government. Until they learn, and drop to their knees, I will keep on going.
Incoming Transmission
• From: Planet Pittsburgh, New York system
• To: Xeno Alliance
Greetings.
Let me introduce myself. My name is James Morrison.
I'm here to apply to the ranks of Xeno Alliance.
I am a loyal person and a good fighter. I would make a fine addition to Xeno Alliance's ranks.
You could use a fighter like me.
For too long I've been watching Liberty gone worse, now I've had enough of it. It's time for me to do something about it!
By joining the Xeno Alliance I can help to stop it.
There shall be freedom among Liberty! Long live Xeno Alliance!
Greetings,
here Marbrax, I want to join the Xeno Alliance.
I'm a Xeno since a long time and I'm sure that I would be useful with you.
Liberty need to change and I will do all my possible with my bomber to change it.
Xeno Alliance, I'm with you and you can trust me.
From: Rochester Base
Sender: Victor Harms
To: Xeno Alliance
I was born at Planet Denver. My parents were successful cops they captured a lot of prisons and pirates. Everything was their job, they never were at home, but they cared for me. They wanted that I become a cop but I didn't want be. One day my parents went to a hard mission, but next day the telephone rang and somebody said my parents dead, I was just 7. I felt myself as an expelled, I hadn't got friends and parents. I slowly grew up and I applied for a cop as my parents wished and I became successful. I got a lot of awards for the captured prison and my bravery. On a bad day my boss called me to his office and he said: You have to stop capturing prisons, you're in a high position isn't enough ? I said Yes, but I do this for my parents. Then he told me: I don't want to you like your parents, they found a secret about Liberty and we had to kill them and if you still continue this you will also find it. I realized Liberty is a big lie. They gave everything to stop me, but I want the truth. I don't want to join rouges, outcasts or hackers, I think they don't know what does the word mean "truth". I think you know and I can show the truth with you to Liberty's peoples.