Reference Doctrine No# 798-32h
Subj: Monthly Update of LPI Criminal and Suspect Database.
Profile #109,835,022
Subject: Ianthe Reichlend
Location: Liberty/Kusari
Job Classification: Independent Trader of Universal Shipping
References:
A. Contact report - Bretonnian Military report # 76238-4 - Omega 15 Nomad contacts
B. Transmission #0854274d - Universal Shipping Corruption Investigation
Subject has been entered into Database over ten years prior to current date, listed as Mercenary under same name flying with the Red Skull squadron through the Omicron and Omega systems. Was previously listed as flying a Barracuda in the said squadron, but had disappeared completely for a period of four years at time Ref A was submitted. Squadron is now listed as disbanded; previous members have been confirmed as KIA or MIA-presumed dead, by the Bounty Hunters Guild and several Mercenary guilds scattered throughout Sirus.
Subject now relocated to Liberty space and acquired a deal and job through Universal shipping. Now owner of a Class 39-B (Train) Transporter. Ship purchased through Universal shipping with Company funds and subject is paying off the debt by performing trade runs throughout Liberty, Kusari, and Bretonnia. estimated four months work remaining until debt repaid.
Due to potential unlawful activities and Mercenary background, Universal Shipping has lodged report as per Ref B to LPI for processing. As of yet there is little to no evidence of unlawful activity from Subject. Subject's case is to remain pending until further notice with bi-annually checks into member's activities whist with Universal Shipping.
Profile # D5963178
Suspect: Alexi Venturious
Location: Liberty
Threat: Medium-High
Considerations: low level Contacts within Organized Crime through Liberty and outlying Systems. Armed and Highly Dangerous.
References:
A. Prisoner Itinerary # 48323 - LPI Sugarland
B. Contact Report - Prison Break # 87 - LPI Sugarland - Currently still undergoing investigation
C. Military Investigation & Court Martial of Squadron Leader 84556993 Alexi Venturious.***Classified*** - Details restricted by Liberty Navy, pending dissemination and re-classification.
Suspect, although originally a former and highly decorated member of the Liberty Navy has now been repeatedly witnessed committing several acts of piracy and theft throughout liberty space. once a member of the small but decorated Strike Eagle Squadron based in the California System, subject underwent a severe process of trials and a court martial due to some undisclosed act within his own squadron. only just receiving life imprisonment instead of the death penalty, subject was convicted of his crimes and sent to LPI Sugarland, where he spent thirteen years of his convicted 147 year imprisonment.
The exact details are still unknown due to the current undergoing investigation into the Prisoner breakout seven months ago, but with the help of several inmates, several of which were Liberty Rogues, the Suspect broke out of his cell and forcibly escaped, killing several guards in the process. It would appear from the surveillance footage that his Naval training, combined with several skills learnt off fellow prisoners during his captivity he was somehow capable of breaking free and hijacking a refuge shuttle docked with the station. it is unknown where he and the other seven prisoners went after breaking out but six months later the suspect reemerged from hiding, flying alongside Liberty Rogues in a newly built fighter in direct actions against police and military targets.
Over a month's period he has been identified in several locations throughout Liberty, and even in the border Systems of Galileo, Magellan and Cortez, and several convoys have been lost plying the trade lanes in attacks bearing his distinct pattern of attack. It is believed that in little less than a four week period, over three dozen murders, fourteen kidnappings of high ranking Police and Military Personnel, and over a hundred cases of Piracy of the First Degree have been attributed to the suspect.
What is known is that the suspect does not directly affiliate with any known unlawful group or faction, and has been identified alongside Liberty Rogues, Lane Hackers, Outcasts, Junkers and is believed to have very minor connections with groups such as the Blood Dragons, Coursairs and Red Hessians. Investigations into his activities have shown that he is merely a 'gun-for-hire' in the unlawful parties of Sirus and is unwilling to join any specific faction, content with being a 'Freelance Pirate' and attacking any available police and military targets that he comes across.
Suspect is to be considered armed and dangerous and to be dealt with as normal with any other guilty party until a further update.
Ianthe Reichlend pressed his knuckles into his forehead, feeling the solid shot of alcohol burning its way down into his guts. It felt good, and for a moment he felt completely at ease till he opened his eyes and stared at the crumpled piece of paper grasped in his hand.
For what was at least the twentieth time in the past half hour he read through the neatly typed words on the signal printout, not entirely reading them as he had already committed them to memory. He felt a dull rage ache under the level of intoxication that his body was currently undergoing, but he silenced that small dull rage by drowning it in yet another shot of raw whisky.
The bar here was quiet, rugged and rough on the edges as were many of the other Freeports of it's kind. It was the home of several hundred Independent Miners and whoever was passing through at the time, leaving it with a rustic appeal even with the dazzling sight of the ice clouds that bordered the edge of the Magellan system and hid the two jump gates from view. space was clear here in the area surrounding Freeport 4, and Ianthe had made dozens of cargo runs here before in the past, and he was mostly well known to the Miners that lived and worked here, but none of them he could possibly claim to be anything more than acquaintances or business partners.
He scowled once more, crushing the printout in his fist and swallowing his sixteenth shot of whisky since his arrival on Freeport 4. He knew that he was drunk, he knew that it was making him angrier than what he would've been if he was sober, but nothing really mattered anymore to him. His experience over the past two days had seen to that.
Through fogging eyes he glanced around the bar, staring through the alcohol haze at those who sat around him, chatting to one another, drinking, laughing and sharing jokes and stories. He immediately picked up those men and women who lived and worked their, their larger builds ensuring that they stood out from the crowd as being miners and not the usual assortment of lawful traders and unlawful pirates and smugglers. He knew that somewhere in the system's ice fields that the Lane Hackers had their main base of operations, and through them the Freeport saw many a criminal find their way on board. The rules here were simple; any or all prejudices were to be left outside the station. The Miners didn't care or want to know who you were or your background, whether you were a trader, bounty hunter, pirate or smuggler you were welcome on board, provided that you didn't cause any trouble.
From this the mass assortment of people congregated on board. Even from his seat at the bar he could see men and women of all walks of life. There was a small group of Mercs in the corner, talking quietly and scanning everyone in the room. Being an Ex-Mercenary himself Ianthe knew that you could never know who you could find in such places. Several times it was known for a Merc to accidentally bump into one of their targets of vice versa on a Freeport, where they would follow each other to the next system to sort out their problems.
There were pirates of almost every description, drinking and relaxing and generally enjoying themselves. Lane Hackers, Liberty Rogues and Outcasts were common here, and Ianthe had no problem with them. for Pirates they were fairly honourable and easy to get along with if you didn't have anything they wanted, the only ones he had difficulties with were the 'freelance' pirates; the ones who hunted in small packs, not attaching themselves to or joining any of the larger factions and basically trying to gain their own territory and power by muscling in on the larger faction territory. Many of them were brand new, sometimes still in their teens where the lure of piracy was strong from their upbringing or it gave them the adrenaline rush they sought.
Feeling the clench of his guts from rage he resisted the urge to spit. 'Neutrals', 'loners' they were called sometimes. they were responsible for the situation that he found himself in. they were responsible for the loss of his ship and his cargo, and if it wasn't for those few young fools, then he wouldn't be stuck in the middle of nowhere, light-years away from civilization without a ship or a job.
Once more he stared into the single sheet of paper, the printout of the signal he had received from Universal shipping only a short hour before. to put it simply, with the loss of his ship and cargo of high-grade electronics destined for the Jump gate construction site in the Tau 23 system, Universal had deemed him to be a 'liability to the company.' he never really had been an employee to Universal Shipping, only a freelance trader working off his debt to them. It was Universal that had bought him his ship with the company funds, provided him employment and through them he had almost paid off his debt with this very last run to go. The last 500,000 credits to go before the ship were entirely his and he had to walk right into an ambush at the jump gate to the Tau 23 system.
They had been waiting, waiting for him specifically and they knew exactly when and where he'd be once he arrived...
It had been a trap. They knew who he was and what he was carrying, and there had been no bargaining or deals made. There even had been complete radio silence during the attack, and despite they were flying ship's whose IFF's were broadcasting Outcast codes and Identifying signatures, there was no chance they were the Cardamine Pirates.
Ianthe's orders had been clear-cut and resolute. his cargo was too precious to allow it to fall into anyone else's hands, and he had done exactly what he had been ordered to in case of a pirate attack that he could not fend off. By overloading his ship's power systems and sending the engines to max burn he had launched his Train and all its cargo right at the closest pirate, abandoning it mere seconds before the entire front end of his ship had ploughed through the Pirate's Gunboat, and blew it apart into dust between his ship and a nearby asteroid.
the cargo had been destroyed, along with his entire ship that he had almost finished paying off and he had been left drifting through the ice field in his escape pod, watching as the remaining pirates began hunting him down with bloodlust. Their payday had vanished in the same expanding cloud that was once several of their comrades, and now all they had left was to extract their vengeance upon Ianthe in his little defenceless escape pod.
Even now, his anger blinding him and making him shake he felt the same slivers of ice trickle down his spine at how close he had come to dying. They had found him floating through the ice clouds, and were seemingly taking great enjoyment of trying to shoot his tiny pod apart when his salvation arrived. A Kusari Naval patrol from the Battleship Nagasaki arrived on the scene and as he watched the patrol fought off the pirates, destroying one in a brilliant explosion as it collided with one of the floating asteroids.
He was rescued, but at a price that he was only to find out three days later after being dropped off at Freeport 4 by a local trader with his weekly cargo of Food rations to the station. Obviously the loss o his ship, which was still deemed to be property of Universal and the expensive cargo had been reported as soon as he was rescued. But it was only when he arrived on the Freeport did he receive any reply. It wasn't anywhere near good. Universal blamed him specifically for the loss of their considerable investment into his ship and the blame of the destroyed cargo was placed squarely on his shoulders.
As a result they had cast him off, abandoned him and left him high and dry in a remote system without any ship or way to get back to civilization without calling his own favours. He was unemployed, without and home and for the first time in many years he felt completely alone, but he was far from helpless. He had contacts, old friends and allies all across Sirus and it wasn't long before he had heard at least something back from someone. On the other side of Sirus, in the Rhineland system of Munich, an old friend in charge of the Nuremberg Shipyards had made him a deal he couldn't refuse. They had a ship lined up for him and waiting, only freshly made from the shipyards themselves the Advanced Train was more than he could ever hope for. It was going to cost him almost every credit that he could scavenge, but he would be far better off than what he was working under the yoke of Universal Shipping.
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