Post by t050189 on Nov 10, 2014 2:41:48 GMT
Name: Erik Weyland
Species: Human
Gender: M
Age: 28
Alignment: Lawful Good
===STATION REPORT===
Identification number: 000250149357
Incoming transmission.
SUBJECT: CUBATOM REVIVAL SUBJECT [REDACTED], TO: STATION ARCHIVE RECORDS
At Station Time 13 45, a human, young adult, was regenerated from the cubatom streams. The subject was found wearing yet-unidentified service uniform. In his hands was a flight recorder, military-grade, functional. The following transmission includes the contents of the recorder.
*RECORDING BEGINS*
*A strained, shaky voice can be heard. Sirens blare in the background.*
This is Technical Flight Engineer Erik Weyland of the Aeolith-IV Planetary Defence Force escort drone carrier ADF Centurion. The main commanding officers of the crew; Ferdinand, Lee, Jackson, Porter, Colt, and Myers — are dead.
*Pause for a second. Weyland continues.*
Drone aerial capability severely compromised, reactor and shields offline. Alien forces have completely surrounded the vessel. The shuttle bay has been disabled from heavy enemy AMC fire. All communications have been jammed. Hostile troops are boarding the Centurion as I speak; There is little time left. I have primed the charges to detonate within 5 minutes. There’s no going back, not for me.
*The sound of gunfire erupts, though far away.*
5 metric shittonnes of high explosive, enough to blast these dogs right back to where they came from. At least they won’t be troubling some other poor bastard anytime soon.
*Metallic click*
60 seconds. Shame I won’t be able to see the look on those ugly faces when the time comes. And, to the poor sod who has to deal with the rest of the bloody cunts;
*Pause*
*Weyland continues. His voice is wavering, filled with sorrow.*
You have my condolences.
*Revolver gunshot, thud of something hitting ground.*
*RECORDING ENDS*
Initial Plans: Find a decent job at the station. Live simply for a while, then work my way up to get a decently sized ship.
Requested materials: Either materials to import a custom ship (Near the cost and stats of existing starters) or a SR-302 Scout Frigate with some Red and Brown hulls for a recolour, and that should be it. A few white hull blocks just for insignias, too. Potential candidate for imported custom ship is unarmed civilian transport "Caudaceus". Large generator, repair beams and salvage beams. No weapon systems except for cannon slaves for salvage.
Species: Human
Gender: M
Age: 28
Alignment: Lawful Good
===STATION REPORT===
Identification number: 000250149357
Incoming transmission.
SUBJECT: CUBATOM REVIVAL SUBJECT [REDACTED], TO: STATION ARCHIVE RECORDS
At Station Time 13 45, a human, young adult, was regenerated from the cubatom streams. The subject was found wearing yet-unidentified service uniform. In his hands was a flight recorder, military-grade, functional. The following transmission includes the contents of the recorder.
*RECORDING BEGINS*
*A strained, shaky voice can be heard. Sirens blare in the background.*
This is Technical Flight Engineer Erik Weyland of the Aeolith-IV Planetary Defence Force escort drone carrier ADF Centurion. The main commanding officers of the crew; Ferdinand, Lee, Jackson, Porter, Colt, and Myers — are dead.
*Pause for a second. Weyland continues.*
Drone aerial capability severely compromised, reactor and shields offline. Alien forces have completely surrounded the vessel. The shuttle bay has been disabled from heavy enemy AMC fire. All communications have been jammed. Hostile troops are boarding the Centurion as I speak; There is little time left. I have primed the charges to detonate within 5 minutes. There’s no going back, not for me.
*The sound of gunfire erupts, though far away.*
5 metric shittonnes of high explosive, enough to blast these dogs right back to where they came from. At least they won’t be troubling some other poor bastard anytime soon.
*Metallic click*
60 seconds. Shame I won’t be able to see the look on those ugly faces when the time comes. And, to the poor sod who has to deal with the rest of the bloody cunts;
*Pause*
*Weyland continues. His voice is wavering, filled with sorrow.*
You have my condolences.
*Revolver gunshot, thud of something hitting ground.*
*RECORDING ENDS*
Initial Plans: Find a decent job at the station. Live simply for a while, then work my way up to get a decently sized ship.
Requested materials: Either materials to import a custom ship (Near the cost and stats of existing starters) or a SR-302 Scout Frigate with some Red and Brown hulls for a recolour, and that should be it. A few white hull blocks just for insignias, too. Potential candidate for imported custom ship is unarmed civilian transport "Caudaceus". Large generator, repair beams and salvage beams. No weapon systems except for cannon slaves for salvage.