Jonathon sits back with a sigh.. with a nice cup of coffee.. It feels good to relax for a moment he thinks..
His relaxation is short lived however. The message indicator on his communicator starts to blink.
"What have we here" says Jonathon, as he starts reading the messages. His face breaks into a grin. He leans over and presses the intercom button. "Security" comes over the speaker. "Gentlemen, There are two individuals that are requesting to join our fine establishment. I would like you to go pick them up. Discreetly please., And bring them in for an interview. Inform me when this is done." "Afirmative Boss!, security out" comes from the speaker.
Ahh, It feels good to relax thinks Jonathon as he finishes his coffee.........
To: Xeno Alliance
From: Cafeteria, Ouray Base, Colorado
Just eating me some lunches here and we had a thought you see?
See, me an' me eagle be wondrin why I'm out here all day without some real support, it's getting kinda old and such, being shot at by every effin' foreigner and navy force under the suns.
So I was wondrin' if me and me eagle could crash with you boys, I follow orders and shoot at them reds and blues and gorram foreigners, I hate foreigners, stealing our jobs and preshus minerals...
And Junkers.
Effing hate the filthy scums, just wanna crack em all open and show em the wrath of the spiders and snakes you know?
-- Live Video Feed Incoming --
-- Class: Urgent --
-- Patching through --
"There...the trasnponder's set up..."
There's a man on screen. He's filthy, his clothes tattered and worn. He carries a small laser carbine in his hand.
"Well...I sure hope yer gettin' this. Seems Im in a bit o' trouble."
He laughs, looking around the room. The room appears to be a cave.
"Suppose I should tell you how I got here. It's not much of a npvel, so dun' expect somethin' pretty. It all started some 7 years ago, jus' after I got fired...fired an' replaced, that is. Some Krauts who told 'em they'd work fer the minimum wage. It all just got...screwed up."
He leans back, pourinng himself a shot of whiskey. A quick smile crosses his face as he knocks it back.
"Well, I got involved 'en some proest rallies. Ya know, small stuff, peaceful stuff. After this one rally, where we were throwin' a few things, some rich man got hit by a rock. Barely even scratched tha' guy...but 7 eople were put in jail. Includin' me."
"Now, I just wasn't gonna have that. I had a life, friends...I couldn't just lose it all. So, I ended up makin' a plan with a few others from the rally. It wasnt pretty, but it got the job done. We managed to get to the Impounded Ships Bay and steal some old fighters. We split up, plannin' to meet up at a specified point on Erie, the enterance to an abandoned factory in the hills. It was so remote that we couldnt be found."
He sighs
"They never showed. Ive been hidin' out here for days, avoiding the LPI hover scouts lookin' fer me. Ive already had ta' cave in parts of the underground tunnels to keep 'em away."
He picks up the camera, pointing it towards a wall of rocks blocking a passageway.
"They already got my ship. Im not gettin' off this rock without some sorta help..."
You hear yelling coming from behind a closed door.
"Kelvin Silvetson, come out with your hands up! You will not be harmed."
The man presses a button on the camera.
"You should be getting the co-ords of a landing pad tehy havent gotten to yet. If you can..."
"Kelvin, come out!"
He smirks, and runs out the door. The police come into view
"Where is h-"
A bright explosion tears through the wall. The LPI officers are engulfed in the flames along with the camera
Comm ID: Jonathon"DeathAdder"Jones
Recipient: Jimmy Reed
Frequency: Carrier Wave S-J-1
Greetings Mr. Reed,
It would be a pleasure to have you working with us. You seem to be a man who doesn't fold up when he is presented with a few stumbling blocks.
We are also in need of this type of person. So, I'll have the boys be on the look out for you when you make your escape from those ill-informed miscreants in Blue.(or whatever color their uniforms are now).
I have already set aside quarters here at Ouray if you decide to stay with us.
A young scarecrow of a man with piercing green eyes, spiked black hair with dyed blue tips protruding from various spots on his otherwise bald head, wearing a pair of black cargo pants, black boots, and a white 'wifebeater' top, appeared on the video screen, grinning wide, obviously excited at having established the comm link.
"So...I heard 'bout you guys 'n' gals from an ole buddy of mine, a miner, lost his job recently...like myself, heard you folks might be able to...change that, not just for me, but for other folks 'bout Liberty in similar spots, those foreigners...none of 'em care 'bout what happens to good, hardworking, Libertonians when their corporations roll through, ts'disgusting an' if'n I can help push em back and send em home then I'd be more'n happy to do so!...I used to fly as an escort pilot for a Mining company...so ah already know my way 'bout the control panel of a bomber...Oh, an' the name's Tegis, Tegis Vega!"
Suddenly losing a bit of his enthusiasm, Tegis looked around slightly and then faced the monitor again.
"S'pose I'll just keep this here link up, 'til I hear back from one of ya or another one of those cops walks over here and bothers me about my damn hair..."
I hope this transmission finds you in good health. Yes, it is a sad state of affairs Liberty is in right now. With the loss of jobs and the influx of foreign labor and the police being the corrupt bunch of..COUGH..ahem.
Anyway, to the point I was making. We do infact have a place for you in our organization. I see that you are in Pennsylvania right now. I will have one of the boys from Milford base there meet up with you to give you transport up to Ouray.
It will be a pleasure meeting you. and no. hair color doesn't matter. Intent does.
Untill we meet.
Jonathon Jones
Commander
Xeno Alliance
ooc etc: please pm me your skype so I can add you to the chat, then we can get you set up.Thanks
The liberty fools. All I ever did was fire bomb a few banks!! ZK23345 they called me when they locked me up. I spent so long in that cold cell...i can't even remember my own damn name. I'm a human being and yet they reduced me to just another number in the system....Just like every other man woman and child that lives in this universe.
And then I heard about you guys.
Im sick of the lies and corruption that goes around the government. All in the name of profits at the expense of the average joe. And I heard you guys feel the same.So maybe I could help you achieve your goals if you can help me with mine.
I killed 3 men to escape today...and im sure it'll take many more lives before Liberty realizes that they need to change.
I'm hiding out on Houston...I'll be waiting for your reply.
-=END TRANSMISSION=-
My Character stories: Dr Nathan Heart umm thats all so far...
>>> Incoming Transmission <<<
CONNECTION .................. WORKING
Comm ID: Cobra
Well hello there! Mister...Kay? Th' XA reviewed yer appication, and we decides you have a place among our grand erganization, so get yer XA- tags on boy... We will have someone try to help ya soon... Try to get to Ouray...
Richard Stiener
"Cobra"
Royal
CONNECTION ................. FAILING
>>> Transmission Terminated <<<
OOC: Contact me on skype, we have a few details to kink out. See my profile for my skype.
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