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Attempting Com-Link to Nome
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ESTABLISHED'
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Comm-ID: *scrambled*
Ship-ID: Bane.of.Junkers
Two months ago my family was murdered by Junker SCUM. We had lived aboard a Gull for years, it was cramped but it was called home. Then my father started to run cardamine through liberty. The junkers caught heard about it after a few runs and we were ambushed right outside of West Point, the navy just stood there as our ship was torn apart. Of all the escape pods only mine and my sisters survived, she died of here injuries in a Liberty hospital. From that day on I was sworn to kill all Junkers and lawful scum. I had bought a moldy crow and was doing my part to disrupt junker trade, but then I heard of the XA. I would like to join your ranks and I am ready to die as long as it means I get to take a Junker with me!
COMM ID: Jessica Williams SOURCE: Freeport 2, Bering
COMMUNICATIONS ESTABLISHED . . .
BEGINNING PLAYBACK
Heya. My name is Jessica Williams. I've been looking for you lot for a while now, but it's only just recently that I got the idea to ask around on a Freeport or two. "Never know," I said to myself. "Them Freeports harbour more than just Zoners and traders, after all." So I got to asking around a bit, and sure enough, I found myself a guy nice enough to contact you for me.
I figure you'll want to hear a bit about me before understanding why I'm more than a little bit interested in your group of sorts. Well, too bad. I ain't going to map out my whole life's story to a bunch of people I've never met.
A brief pause is taken.
Bah, alright. I guess that's a bit too much to hope for, to be able to just ask to join and not say a peep about myself. Fine, but this had better stay between me and... Um, whoever's listening.
A couple of awkward coughs are heard.
Right, I'll just get on with it. Like I already said, my name's Jessica Williams, Jess to my friends. I don't plan to make any friends though, so don't even think of calling me that. I was born on planet Denver - no, I'm not telling you when, so don't ask! - in a pretty rich family. Well, my dad was rich. He was a big-time trader. Mama was just a housewife in pretty much every sense of the word. Like you might have guessed, I was living a pampered life. Shame it all had to end so abruptly, but at least it opened my eyes to what the world is really like beyond those concealing walls and closed doors.
When I was seven, my dad went out on a trading expedition. That wasn't a new development; it was his job, after all. Still, I remember him making a lot of noise about it, bragging about going beyond Liberty's borders on a very profitable contract that could well mean he'd never have to work again. I remember seeing him in the shuttle port with a big grin slapped across his face, joking around with some of the others from his convoy. Not long after, they finally launched to travel distances unimaginable in my child's mind.
They never returned.
At first, Mama and I thought they must have been delayed somehow, when the convoy hadn't returned on schedule. A week, two weeks, a month, time passed by and still no word from my dad and his buddies came back to us. I don't think Mama though something could have happened to them. And me? All I knew was that my daddy was out there, somewhere, going places even my imagination had never yet visited.
One day, we got a call from dad's final contractor. At least, he said he was his contractor. Mama and me never really asked about dad's work, so the specifics of what he did were kind of a mystery to us, much as we knew his general trade. Anyway, the man said that dad and the rest of his convoy had been gunned down by the Rheinland Federal Police for the transporting of smuggled goods. Those that survived were brought to prison. Among those that didn't was my daddy.
My mama still didn't believe it. She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it. In her mind, anything was possible but dad's death. But I believed it. And deep down, I think she knew it too, much as she tried to hide it from herself.
I don't think my daddy was guilty of smuggling. He was an honest man, I know he was. Sure, we didn't know everything about his work or what he was transporting, but it's impossible that he could have committed a crime. It must have been someone else in his convoy who refused to drop the cargo even as my daddy pleaded with him to do it.
A pause is taken while a few deep breaths are heard taken in the background.
Mama had to face the facts when she started getting calls from dad's investors. She had no income, and our funds were dropping as fast as water disappears down a drain. She tried looking for a job, but there were no places that would hire someone like her with no work experience. Having no other choice, she sold our house and liquidated all but our most important assets to invest in another life elsewhere, one that, although harsher than our previous life that had vanished as surely as a dream does when one wakes up, would be possible to stay alive in.
I'm not gonna go into details here. You lot of all people must be familiar with the details of lower-class life already. I'll just say that we moved to Planet Pittsburgh, where Mama worked two jobs to keep us afloat, myself working as soon as anyone wanted to hire me. And still we had tough times, weeks - sometimes months - during which no scrap of food could go to waste, no clothes would be tossed out no matter how damaged they were, and during which everyone around us was doing just as badly as us.
I finally snapped. Mama was working herself to death. We were on the brink of starvation every day. The small amounts of time allotted to sleep were taken up by insomnia and feelings of guilt, thinking that if I weren't around Mama wouldn't have to suffer so much to make a living. So I did it. I killed him. He was so boastful, so arrogant, so proud about that ship of his that in truth was one of the worst on the market yet which was worth unthinkable amounts to the rest of us.
Oh, how it felt good to do it while he was showing me the controls, bragging about how he could do such and such maneuver in such and such situations while such and such were after him. How it felt good to take what he was so damn proud about. It was his own fault. He should have just kept his gob shut instead of rubbing it in our faces, bragging about things that he knew none of us would ever do.
Once it was done, I thought it would be hard to keep my cool at the shuttle port, but I guess it wasn't after all. I don't know if they ever found his body, but then, even if they did, it's just another dead man in the slums to them. Why investigate what happens on a daily basis, after all?
I started doing odd jobs here and there once I more or less got the hang of the controls. What astounded me was the huge payment at the end of every deal. One mission got me more credits than I'd make in a year back on Pitts'. I forwarded a few to Mama, hoping she was alright with me gone. For the first ever I was making my own living, and a good one at that. I was ecstatic.
Not so long after I left Pittsburgh, I started hearing about the Xenos. "A bunch of xenophobic maniacs," one would say. "Maybe they have the right of it," says another. My interest piqued, I asked around a bit about 'em. It didn't take long to learn what I wanted to know; everyone seemed to know about them except me. With every conversation about them I felt more of an affinity with the Xenos; my father was killed by foreigners, something for which I'll never forgive them; I'd seen and lived the hell that life in Liberty can be without riches first-hand, which only stung all the more because I'd also known the life of a rich, pampered girl; their ideology was - is - mine, their methods do not scare me, and their cause is something that reaches deep into me and rings a sympathetic note in my heart.
No point in making this much longer than it is already. From that point on I worked toward finding these Xenos, to find them and to join them. So now with the help of my friend here on Freeport 2, I think I may finally have found you. I'm asking you to let me join you, to let me fight for what we know is right, regardless of the methods employed. I have no problems with killing if you ask me to, just as much as I'd have no problem killing myself if I knew for a fact that it would help us all move a baby step closer to our goal.
I think I've said enough about myself for now. I need a drink.
- TRANSMISSION TERMINATED -
EDIT: OOC: Right, consider this withdrawn. Sorry for wasting your time.
THEY TOLD ME I COULD BE ANYTHING SO I BECAME A SIGNATURE PLS HLP
Gentlemen,
to all who have posted here in the XA recruitment. Please be patien, events not in my control have prevented me from responding in a timely manner. Please be assured, each one of you will be responded to.
*Clunking noises and profanity can be hear in the background*
"Yeeeowch! Mah darned toe!
...You gotta be kiddin' me, voice transmissions are on the break too?
*Groan*
Lets get one of those writin' messages on the go then ah suppose."
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[color=#3366FF]..Incoming Transmission..
..ID: Gary Baldy..
Dear Sirs,
My name is Gary Baldy, an honest and hard-workin man straight out of Kepler. Now i'm not much of a writing man and I don't have much of a story to tell - 'least it would take me a powerful long time to put it all down.
I humbly address the powers that be within the Xeno Alliance. I'm putting forth a wish that i've had since many a long while ago; to help your great organisation in any way I can.
Now, I don't have much in the way of brains or talking good or anything like that to offer. All I can offer is my guns what with to defend the rights of every working man, woman and (in some cases) child. Not that I have much in the way of a reference, but I have had some time flying alongside a Gentleman named 'Sidewinder'.
I don't ask that this Gent vouch for me, but I think that I am not altogether an unknown quantity round about where I am doing my operatings currently, having flown alongside a few of your number.
In person, I am able to express what I need to say more clear than with the messaging type of communicate, so if i'm needed further, it would be best to contact me directly Sirs.
Comms ID: Joseph "The Krait" Johnson
Location: *scrambled*
Addressed to: Xeno Alliance
Members of the Xeno's I am Joseph Johnson from Planet Houston I am here requesting permission to enter Xeno Space and join the fight against the government of Liberty. I have given too much of my life to working for Ageira to turn around and give it away to foreigners that work it for cheaper...it is our planet and not theirs, we should not be losing our jobs and lives to foreigners. I want to fight back and remind the government one man can make a difference. I have little experience in space but I am a quick learner and will give my life for the Xeno's.
I worked in Ageria as a builder of trade lane parts I have knowledge on how they work and what flaws they have I believe I can help you with all that I know about them. I await your response via any comm link I will be keeping my private channel free and opened.
Comms ID: Vinny Moretti
Location: Unknown
Addressed to: OURAY BASE
I have been workin' for the Universal Shipping Incorporated for the past 20 years. But that didn't suit my life style. I desired to kill, my whole life. I would like to join in the fight of Liberty with you, the Xeno's. As a ex-fighter security for Universal shipping, I am convinced that I can be a terror machine. See ya' out in space.
Jonathon sits down at his desk after a long unforseen hiatus, there were mounds of paperwork to be handled.
Several of which were applications for acceptance into the Serpentis Wing of the Xeno Alliance. The rest were various reports regarding station supplies and inventory.
Jonathon sorts the stacks into a resemblance of manageable portions. He decides that he will handle the applications for the open positions in his wing.
So far , he has received , in no particular order,
Vinny Moretti, Gary Baldy, Jessica Williams, The pilot of the Bane of Junkers ship, and Seth Johnson.
Jonathon sends a request down to security to have the aforementioned individuals escorted in to Ouray.
He makes a mental note to have accommodations available for the new recruits. With that done, Jonathon sits back with a sigh of relief since his pile of work has gotten just a little bit smaller.
Greetings Xeno Alliance. Hrafn here! I've heard quite a bit about you, and after all my time as an independed trader and suspected by both cops and rogues, your cause seems to be what really is the truth out there!
Never have i been able to trade without the interruption of rogues; "Aha! Precious cargo indeed! Pay me or die!" or the cops; "Where are you headed with thoose goods sir? Hold on while i check up with the HQ for permission to let you continue". It is all time consuming and it is making me mad!
I feel weak out there, being independed and all. I have no buddies to help me out if i am raided. No friends if i were to be captured by the cops for suspicion. I want to have a meaning! I want to be more than just a lone trader! I want to have friends that i can raid and harass those cops and rogues with! The system out there is corrupt. Freedom for all? Hah! Petty lies indeed! I want to be feared!
I have little combat experience, As most of my time in space have been in a freighter. But i am a quick learner. Teach me your tactics! Share with me your equipment! And in return, I shall grant you my life!
>>Comm ID: Ernest Shaw
>>Location: Colorado *Grid reference needed* "err....how should I know where the hell I am?! You're the navigation system! You tell me!"
>>Subject: Well joinin' the Xeno's of course!
Greetin's,
For years now I have looked at the coruption within Liberty...I am sick of it, my own brother joined the LPI, he is now intertwined in the corruption. He makes me sick! My family was built on criminal activities, a bit of data disk copying, bit of smuggling here and there, and then he sells us out! He's scum!
I have decided after years of watching this to do something about it...so here I am! I want to make the system fall to its knees and beg for mercy at our hands! I want to do something about this...and you are the people to help me!
I hope to hear your decission soon,
Shaw out.
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Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid. - David Hackworth (1930 - 2005)
My name is Cullin and I feel that is time for me to join the Xeno Alliance to be able to help fight for the rights of the people! I believe that your cause, no our cause is right! We cant let them neglect us any longer its time to stand up and fight for our weary rights!
Sorry I got cared away... Back to my introduction.
I pilot "The Harvester of Freedom" a Spatial super heavy fighter and currently I have been staying at Nome Base in Kepler. I have carried out multiple assignments for the Xeno's but, I feel I need to do more I wanna give it my all and help as much as I can!
Don't know what more to say really. I look forward to a meeting, Cullin out
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