Xeno Alliance communications (iRP) (FO)

[Penpen]

Running down the corridors of Ouray, Coral had only one word in mind. "Treason". Hitting the corner of the 5th floor, right next to the Inn, kicking a Junker out of her way, while loading her gun, she slightly remembered times when she was in school running team.
That was so long ago. If any of them remembered her now?
Jumping over a pair of lose cables and a pair of legs that were part of an engineer, trying to fix a problem in some kind of terminal, Coral never figured out what it did or does, her thoughts hit reality again.

What a stupid whore she was. Joining the Xeno Alliance and doing such a damn thing on her second day.
Finally reaching the crewmen floor, she grabed for a passing by guard's arms. "YOU! With me!" she shouted.

The guard, totally overwhelmed by the sudden order, stumbled heavily, went down on his knees, just to get up again, trying to catch up with Coral, getting his rifle ready.

Totally out of breath, they both finally hit the right corridor. F6, Door 12.. That was her room.
"Open it!" Coral ordered the guard. Still a bit shaky and full of Adrenalin, the guard needed two attempts to open the door with his master key card.
With a loud cracking noise, the hydraulics of the door's lock opened. The room was dark. Just a comm unit that wasn't shut off, spend some light in the dark. Reaching with her left hand to the right, holding her rifle with one hand, she finally found the switch and turned the light on. The old neon lamp filled the silence with it's buzzing noise.
"Get up" Coral screamed, aiming her gun at the only bed in the room.
The shocked girl lying it, went on her feet. Not yet able to speak or realize anything, she went up as she was told in the training. 'First follow the order, then ask why' they told her.
"What's going on?" The girl, in Coral's eyes more looking like an old lady, blinked, holding her hands before her eyes to cover them from the bright light, when she suddenly lost control of her body and felt over.
Still not realizing what was going on, lying on the floor naked, looking down her body.She found herself lying in a puddle of blood. Then she felt tired again. 'What just happened?' Her last thoughts were applying her family. Her past. She felt her hands becoming cold, her throat was dry. She tried to gulp but couldn't. Feeling the lose of control of her body, she felt tired. 'So god damn tired' Then everything went dark.

Coral, holding the still smoking gun in her hands looked down on her feet. "Crap" she ranted, as she saw her bare feet staning in blood. "Time for a shower again. One day I'll smell like one of these "ladies" I hate so much..."
That being said, she handed her gun over to the guard. "Get someone to clean that mess up" she hissed, and went the corridor back down, on her way to the restrooms.
That was the most unfortunate start in a day, she had for a while. Executions sucked. Especially executing the rookies, that had not yet earned any medal and were simply shot into space.

"Good bye, July" she wispered.

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[Primitive]

Source: Ouray Base, Colorado System
Comm ID: XA-Earl "BushMaster" Hopper
Subject: Report

We went out fer some terrorism today *grins*. Liberty can't get rid of us no matter how much they tried, we got people coming everyday to join us in our struggle against people who are poisoning Liberty from within.

I've got this slaver in California, he called me a..friend. He changed his mind really quickly.

We made him into an burning scrap. And damaged the hell out of navy big ship who tried to hide next to the station.

We took a brake and went to resupply on Ouray. Later we came from our den again. The plan was to hit Bretonian company known as Convoy. We waited for them in NY next to Colorado hole.

They should learn the lesson not to return, if not we'll be there to teach them again.

End of Transmission

[Primitive]

Source: Ouray Base, Colorado System
Comm ID: XA-Earl "BushMaster" Hopper
Subject: Report

Another xeener day, we showed em foreigners not to come anymore. The navy couldn't catch us, neither the police. We just hit all dirty Bretonians and Kusarians we seen, we were unstoppable. The first was an interspace vessel, trying to bring ore into our Liberty.



We shoot his cargo, couple of turrets, shields and thruster, left him driftin' in his wreck to think about coming again. Our welcoming party was true xeener one yeeee haaaaw. Next target were ageira vessel and some kusari smuggler.

We've got us a transmission from some idiots who thought they could capture xeeners and blackmail us.

>>Original Transmission<<

We assembled a team to find em, hit em and bring our boys back.

Fear made 'im sing like a little bird. I have a strong feeling they'll stay away frem us and frem Liberty.

End of Transmission

[Stygian]

--Incoming Transmission--

--Comm ID: Aiden Maggard--

I figured I'd go out for a little morning stroll around Colorado to see what I could get into. Ended up running into a couple of traders coming from Kusari.

The first one said he was inbound to Pueblo. He was pretty attached to his cargo so I had to take it the fun way.

This next one was hauling multiplexors to Norfolk. He was a bit smarter than the first. But he wasn't too happy about it.

I had to call things off not long after that one. The Navy started to take notice and came into the system in force. I blame the ricer.

Maggard out

--End Transmission--

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[Stygian]

--Incoming Transmission--

--Comm ID: Aiden Maggard--

Over the past few days I've been in contact with a close friend from my old days in the LPI, Seymore Justice. Deathadder and I ran into him the other day and he seemed to take an interest in the Alliance. I gave him means to contact me in case he wanted to discuss it and didn't have to wait long at all.

I would have come to you sooner but I wanted to be absolutely certain that was ready. I one of the old reserve Falcons moved to Ames and took him out hunting. We came across a Bretonian mining ship hauling goods. When he refused to drop the cargo Seymore attacked without hesitation. We got jumped by a Hunter during the attack and the transport managed to get away. Even though we failed there Seymore showed, without a doubt, that he is fully committed to the cause.

He is a good man and will make a great addition to our forces. I know I would trust him with my life. In time I hope you will be able to do the same.

We are on our way back to Ouray as I send this. We'll speak more when we arrive.

Maggard out

--End Transmission--

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[Primitive]

Source: Ouray Base, Colorado System
Comm ID: XA-Earl "BushMaster" Hopper
Subject: Report

Yesterday Ouray sensors detected Navy warships near our base, they weren't there helping out people of Liberty for sure, they brought their machines of war and destruction to our territory, we showed them they way out...the xeener hospitality when you point your guns at us.

For everytime they bring their ships near us, we will bring our fleet to crush them, and use their scrap as warning to everyone who pass nearby. For Freedom ! For Liberty !

End Of Transmission

[Garrett Jax]

Incoming Transmission: connected
Tracking Source: source id traced
Name: sjustice
Password: **********confirmed

Comm ID: Seymore Justice
Subject: Patrol Report

This is my first patrol report for the Xeno Alliance. Never knew how hard you boys had it, over on this side of the law. In the LPI, we all wore clean uniforms, flew heavily armed ships and filled our cargo holds with donuts. Over here, we hold up our pants with bungee cords. If someone is heavily armed it means they've duct taped several cans of beer to themselves for the flight out. And, of course, our cargo holds are stocked with this chewy type of meat they call Slim Jims.

I shouted over at Maggard on the comms and he was able to scrounge me up a falcon to fly and I finally coaxed it into space from our big 'ol floating rock there in Kepler. I didn't have much to eat before I started out. Seems food is a scarce commodity. Plenty of beer though.

We met up in Colorado System, beside the NY jumpgate. Apparently, this is a hot spot for all kinds of traders and whatnot. Sure enough, we happened upon a Kusari trader by the name of dira. This dira was flying a Kusari transport with 4700 units of Boron in his hold. Maggard and I tried to talk to this ricer, but he didn't say much. Come to think of it, he didn't say anything at all. After a few moments of awkward silence, Maggard gave the order to fire and we gave this Kusari trader a slow ride home in his escape pod.



After this encounter, we immediately met up with a 'Stork' carrying 5000 units of engine components. What a catch for the Xeno Alliance. Unfortunately, before we could dispossess this Interstate Commerce fellow of his goods, a Hunter named Julio jumped through the gate right behind us and immediately engaged us. Before we knew it, we were in a fight for our lives. Maggard went down, another Xeno, I can't remember in the heat of battle who it was, went down. And it was me, in my falcon, verses a Hunter, in a fight to the death. Well, I did what any respectable Xeno would've done in my situation. I ran like hell back to Ouray. Boy, do I hate them Hunters.



After the dust settled, I wrapped my ship up with some more duct tape. Maggard grabbed a new ship and we tried our luck over in NY. We tried to catch up with a Junker, but he skedaddled away before we could reach him. In our attempts to find some 'prey', we ran into three very Xeno hating Navy personnel, that wanted nothing better than to steal our beer, eat our Slim Jims and scrap our ships.

Well, two Xeno ships (one a Falcon) against three fully armed Guardians didn't seem too fair a fight. However, Maggard, in a fit of heroics, decided running was not an option. We stood our ground and faced off against superior forces. One of em started to taunt me, but as soon as the words came out of her mouth, her ship fell under the power of our Widows. Ultimately, we got bloodied up fairly bad. As soon as Cobra showed up, Maggard went down again. I succumbed shortly thereafter. But, thinking quickly, I grabbed a handful of Slim Jims and gnawed them all the way back to Ouray in my tight fitting escape pod. Ha! You didn't get my Slim Jims you filthy Navy dogs.



Well I made it back to Ouray in one piece and it's gonna take awhile before Xeno Alliance will be able to scrap up enough parts to build me another flying death trap. But, as soon as they do, I will continue to fight my hunger pains...er...uh...I mean fight against those who are bringing Liberty down.

Seymore Justice

End of Transmission

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[Garrett Jax]

Incoming Transmission: CONNECTED
Tracking Source: SOURCE TRACED
Name: sjustice
Password**********CONFIRMED

Comm ID: Seymore Justice
Subject: Patrol Report

Red letter day for Xenos...Big fat slow ship goes down, and with it, 40,000 units of polymers. Made a pretty explosion too. Heard they could see it all the way from Planet Denver.

Have to give credit to another Xeno named Artemis. Joined with me in his eagle and together with my falcon, we made quick work of the barge. Well, not quick. I think it took about a couple hundred razor blasts, but that's alright...

Anyways, got a few pics...

It's gonna be hard to beat the day I had today, but I'm sure gonna try.

Seymore Justice

Ending Transmission

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[Primitive]

Source: Ouray Base, Colorado System
Comm ID: XA-Earl "BushMaster" Hopper
Subject: Report

I've took my roc for a spin outside, when Racer told me he spotted an Ageira Barge vessel in New York, so we decided to find it and make it lose some money. He was sitting near Forth Bush with many patrols and escorts around, but that didn't stop us. He didn't respond to our demand so we blasted him into pieces.

His escort didn't last much longer, after that we needed to disappear from the crime scene since navy came with the backup. We sabotaged the lane and disappeared in asteroid field. Another victory for Xeno Alliance.

End of Transmission

[Tanker]

Jonathon was sitting back in his chair relaxing for a change. With a fairly decent cup of coffee in his hands. "It's not often we get good coffee here" He chuckles. Especially with the most recent Universal shipment of supplies. " Gonna have to thank them boys for this"

He then turns back to work finishing up a memo to the pilots..


TO ALL PILOTS:

It has come to my attention of all the good work one of our new recruits has done. Especially given the fact that this pilot in question used to fly with the LPI. Normally, you wouldn't see the resolve in them to get things done.
So, It is my pleasure to advance one Seymour Justice to the Juvenile rank. He now has the privilege to fly either the Eagle or Roc class ships. Provided we have the parts and ducttape for them.
Of course he still has to continue to make a name for himself to earn his Snake callsign. So, everyone give congratulate him on his new responsibilities.

Oh, by the way.. The first round of drinks are on me during tonight.

DeathAdder
Commander

With that done, Jonathon sits back with a grin on his face..