Galnet underworld

Howard o Pato

Howard o Pato
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I found the access point.
Keep in silent, off the shields and all that is unnecessary.
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we are online
They can take down my signal anytime
Then I go straight to the point. They are lying. They are lying.
The Horizons program is a scam. It's a great hoax. The Horizons program to encourage exploration sponsored by the Federation in agreement with the empire and supported by the alliance Galactic is merely a scam pushed down our throats the community to hide their real motives.
They know ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
They ignore all requests for a fair explanation for all this. They are hiding the truth from us ...
And they put us to scour the area to search for what they need and do not say what the real reason. And engineers ... Ahh engineers ... ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
Drugs, they reached me, now jump, jump, jump, go.
-CHARGING-
Everyone will know the truth ... For you ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ ... everyone will know the truth ...
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A desperate and insane narrative, full of suffering and pain packaged in a storm of feelings.
A complicated journalist tormented by guilt in the company of an extremely competent pilot tries to alert the galactic community about the truth that lurks in every corner of the unexplored overall picture. A company that acts secretly and hide from the public the real reason of space exploration programs and is responsible for all the most important events of today.
Will our hero be able to expose the unscrupulous actions of this company?
Did Nyx may be skillful enough to escape the "they"?
Survive, our heroes, for one more day in this chaotic universe?
"Do not miss the next chapters of Galnet underworld"

...to be continued
 
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Howard o Pato

Howard o Pato
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Okay ... I'm connecting ...
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They gave up reaching me after that exceeded the safe return limit ...
Now I'm out of fuel, but ... ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
Men with overcoat ...
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They never give up, I was very lucky to only two have risked their ships.
I could not recover anything in the wreckage, standard ship security ... No bodies.
Run, run the maximum that your legs get, especially if the men appeared, fly ... They hide something in those thick blazers... ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
"They are among us" ...
They have something ... Horizons, sponsored explorations by unknown objects and materials, paid well, who did not go chasing? They gave permissions and releases that not everyone had ...
Thanks to some revolutionary malcontents, some of these materials and objects ended up in the wrong hands good. They applied all kinds of reverse engineering without these pirates never know ...ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
Found nothing, nothing can penetrate. indestructible. We seek an engineer, I can not say his name, one of us. A "V".
Our technology ... Our technology is not our technology ... It's theirs ...
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Fuel Rats are here, i got off ...
"They are among us" ...
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Becks

Becks
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Not with this crappy signal, we won't.
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Howard o Pato

Howard o Pato
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ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
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The rats are gone. They saved me ...
I'll have to pay a very expensive rate to recover my ship ...
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I'm tired ... I need a safe place to dock ...
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Loaded?
Okay. I'll enjoy the silence and the momentary lull.
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They have inside information. "They" gave them this information ... They are looking for something.
Horizons is a scam. "Horizons says: go and bring me." They are building something ... ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ ... A joint effort outsized ...
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Think for yourself! Do the math. When the incentive operation started? 3300? Maybe before? When the first artifacts were found, October 3301, Anomalous Extraterrestrial Objects (AEOs)? An impressive run, sponsored riders with basic multifunctional ships for free.
Make me laugh. Nobody gives anything to anyone for free, not without asking something in return... ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
But these "unknown devices" are not easy to carry, they argue, he knows to defend himself, are corrosive, fleeing their cargo hold ...
Then they launched the horizons exploration program ... Driving the search for the unknown ... and all fall like ducklings
How many speculations ... ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ "ah, but FDev has technology to do this!" ... kkk lie. Fraud. I have something to talk about FD ...
I've scoured the Galnet ... I jammed to his neck and found nothing denouncing the FD, not a single slide. All clear ... Clean too much for my taste ...
Look back and see. 720 years ago to be more specific. They never left, never been alone ...
I started researching, I was always curious, I asked too.
I got into a bigger problem than imagined
So they sent me "the file".
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Howard o Pato

Howard o Pato
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I had to deliver my ship...
Catch a minor...
They took off my leather, but could not stop at any station. I'm safe for now.
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Internet. I found the internal network FD ... They call the Internet ... An ancient network...
internal network... Extinct...
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I'm not a criminal, I want to make it clear ...
It was just trespassing on private property.
FD ...
Let me tell you something about FDev.
When J...ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ They gave me the files, I did not believe, I said it was a lie. ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
And he was killed.
I spent some time on land, working as an office boy.
I hacked into the register of employees, I stole a permit ... No use to hide, they know it ... I no longer have a home. I do not have anything...
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Frontier Developments. Was founder of space exploration project name "Frontier: Elite II" approved by the federation and released in the year 3200. Fostering trade and development in an era of Cold War
And since then FD has become the main space exploration company, led by its incredibly advanced code embedded quantum calculation in computers of their ships called "Spellbound" with the help of computers created by the company "Amiga CD32."
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But that everyone already knows. Its main poster boy is David Braben. Friendly, smiling, full of ideas, 52 years old... and immortal. ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
There's nothing in the official files, but the story has some holes.
Because the project launched by the frontier is called Elite "II"?
They say it is an improvement of an amateur project of such a Ian Bell.
And who was the founder of the FD in the year 3200?
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It took me a lot time to join the points...
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Howard o Pato

Howard o Pato
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My things are packed into boxes in the cargo hold.
Some junk ended up in the trash. I sold my operating equipment, walk through without money.
I need to be lighter, more agile ... Put the rest back there Nyx...
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Ahh ... the files ... I found something very curious ...
I will explain to you ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
I found several encrypted files. In a very complex system of internal communication network. Outside the Galnet. There is to be accessed if you are not connected to their network. It is a very old system and took some time to invade.
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I found that FD is a public limited company and was incorporated in January 1994. The company is the responsibility of the subscriber members of the company and is limited to what they have invested in the company. How is this possible? Simple, it is not possible. The years did not add up. A discrepancy 1206 years. How they were out of the media for all this time?
The more I sought, the less I understand. No there were investors names. Or official documents. They simply did not exist or had died more than a century. It was a dead end, a cursed rat maze.
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When I found these files, the defense system found my access point. I did not have time to copy the information. And like a cat, I mixed me and I escaped narrowly.
But my head was seething with doubts. He had only been able to increase the amount of questions ...
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Only left me to find out who was the deceased Ian Bell.
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Howard o Pato

Howard o Pato
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I can not sit still, I have to take off now.ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
One guy looked at me and ran away while I was in the pub. He recognized me!
Soon the men of overcoat will be here.
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I'll have to go through the basement below the landing pad. I hope no one ask a docking permit now.
They're searching my former Diamondback Explorer, how they found me here?
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I'm cornered, it may be my last broadcast ...
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Let me tell you about Ian Bell before it arrest me ... If they catch me ... I'll be dead.
Ian Colin Graham Bell, born on October 31, 1962. He was a programmer and designer, creator of the space program "Elite". NASA planned to launch the first space walk, while Ian Bell had accurate calculations interestalares travel. ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ Considered very advanced and unlikely for the technology of the time was filed and shelved for years. Searching related issues, found that a company called Acornsoft gathered his crazy ideas and created a video game of the same name released in 1984.
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And it was here that the penny dropped.
The game creation contract was signed by Ian Bell together with none other than David Braben.
Braden was co-developer of all the Elite project in the 80s, the time they were still students. In May 2011, Braben announced a new prototype computer to stimulate the basic computer education in schools called Raspberry Pi. And these are the only information about him after that he just disappeared. No death certificate. or descendants. Nothing, he just vanished. And now he is here, alive and more active than ever.
Exactly. The 52-year FD advertising boy was born on January 02, 1964. Almost a century and a half behind.
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David Braben has over 1338 years.
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Howard o Pato

Howard o Pato
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Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
When did I get so sloppy? I was tired, careless. ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
I thought that had eluded them. Ledo mistake.
My lucky that Nyx was testing the engines and managed to take off immediately.
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Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.
I should have learned the first time ...
I had made a serious mistake before.
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Now John is dead.
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I did not know how the hole was deep, and used my journalist credentials for a first visit of recognition to one of the branches of the FD. Hoping to find a great hole of reporter. Just I realized how stupid I was long after have gotten escaped from the central building of the corporation. ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ They crossed the security images.
I was so bewildered by what had discovered that I was wandering in the void for a while. When I got home it was too late. If not for Nyx they would have caught me. A personal message. They ransacked the place, confiscated all I had. Even the files that John had trusted me.
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Before he died, John had already told to us about "They". He wanted me levassa the public. That as a journalist, it was my duty to do it. I did not believe it.
And we were now running as the dog runs away from the cross
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I blame myself for the suffering of Nyx.
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Howard o Pato

Howard o Pato
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Nyx is sleeping now ... ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
She is an awesome pilot, and better mechanical yet. Without her, we would not be here now.
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John flirted with her for a while before asking her to dating. They always worked with me, then could not hide these things. For quieter she was.
I was happy for them. John had created courage and had done well, he always thought he had no chance.
Nyx seemed more lively, erasing that one neutral tone of your face. ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
We were a week in the deep space when we received a message from John. As soon as we got back, he came up with this crazy story and archives, he said he had to disappear for a while. I did not understand his despair, it was all so surreal besides being very speculative, it looked more like story invented by an opposing corporation ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ they did not had time to talk right, but I heard her say she loved him.
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I do not know why, but see them kissing bothered me.
I pretended not to hear, she blushed easy when commenting on the matter.
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The urgency of his expression whetted my investigative curiosity.
After it, I broke into the Central FD
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Nyx was so worried about him.
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Howard o Pato

Howard o Pato
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I tried to get some sleep, but the images still haunt me. ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
Small balls crimson with intermittent reflections bluish in the background.
Perfectly polished, reflecting my face in panic, helplessly.
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After all that happened in my apartment, I knew John was in danger and we were behind him. "They" would end up investigating all I knew, and John was my best friend. There were pictures put on screens on the walls.
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But I arrived too late.
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Nyx screamed mute as I held strong in the dark alley. I covered her mouth as she kicked and cried.
I had never seen in her a such a rage.
Despair...
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I could barely hold her slender body, she is much stronger than it appears.
she was struggling so hard. She wanted to save him, to warning him of impending danger.
But I could not let her get away to certain death. ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
There was so much despair and tears in her green eyes
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While they killed John.
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Howard o Pato

Howard o Pato
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Today is Saturday, so I will divert my focus a bit.
I'm excited, and... the next topic makes me sad ... Let's avoid the inevitable a little ... Right!
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...Tomorrow... maybe tomorrow I'll talk about that night.
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Strange how could a moment of joy even in the midst of so much suffering.
Earlier today, I managed to extract a smile from Nyx. She seemed so relaxed ...
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Unlike my old Diamondback Explorer, this Cobra MkIII we got had two seats in the cockpit.ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ
In our last desperate escape from that pirate station (where really thought I would die) I caught myself in a role that had never experienced. Nyx had put me as your copilot. I think it was instinctive try to help her in her work at that time.
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When she saw me running desperately toward the ship, she threw the tools and jumped into the driver's seat. She asked permission to take off. ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ when I got in the cockpit, she shouted at me some technical form of commands that were incomprehensible to me. Soon she was telling me the buttons to be pressed on the panel, in seconds we were in supercruiser. She knew the speed and precise distances to go jumping without wasting not even a fuel grass even.
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While searching for a safe place to rest, she explained to me how the HUD, the shields, and especially the distribution of energy work, and what I had to do in each situation, besides the landing gear and other details that I could not put in the memory.
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She was well spoken that day.
My instincts did not disappoint me, I'm sure she already piloted a ship of this model before.
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In more favorable times, whenever she wanted to make fun of me she paid continence and say "yes captain".
And at that time, after she told me that the ship needed some adjustments and repairs, I pay continence and yelled sarcastically, "Yes, my lady captain".
She broke down and let out a long, sweet laugh that infected me ... kkkkkkkk
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I had never repaired how your smile was beautiful.
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phong

phong
See,thats your problem right there,fella.Sloppy welding.No wonder her jaw fell off.Still,if you care to drop her off at the shop over the weekend,im sure something can be worked out.And as it happens,one of our mechanics is something of an expert in brased noses and thinks it might help to cure the snoring problem.Very reasonable rates.
 
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