Rallying Cry

[Julio Montega]

* an automated message sent by neutral ships originating from Psamathe and LP-48-567 reaches the comm unit of vessels in the vicinity*

*some sort of morphed voice with spanish accent fills the comms, while the H.U.D. shows a banner waving in the background*


It is time my brothers and sisters.
In times grim and filled with dark greed, slavery and oppression,
we must stand up as one and form an army, a legion.

Where there is slavery, we will abolish it and put the slavers to the sword.
Where there is greed, we will teach humbleness.
Where there is oppression, we will make the tyrants fall.

Too long now have we watched from the shadows of stripmined asteroid fields,
worlds burning in the flames of war and from the shackles of being enslaved.
Prepare yourself, the galaxy will call out to you and you will heed the call.
The fire of pure freedom is burning within our souls,
now we need to form a prisma to burn away those,
who enrich themselves of the peoples' misery.

Let us be the army, the legion of faceless commanders,
seeking revenge for every bombed farm, for every life vanquished
in the hollow illusion of democry and patronage.
Become the keys to the slave's shackles
and free those, who have no hope left.

Join me, and keep your comms units tuned for further
information on conflicts breaking out.
Let us stand as one,
as the faceless legion.

 

[Julio Montega]

* another message is spread through communications via ships originating from Psamathe ,LP-48-567 and Rind*

There is a key made of silver to be found,
the number of the riders, from old earth, in similiar times to hound.
From the fire, forged of ruins old,
where Nero, was a name to behold.

Find the Key
and you will find me.

"Mr Fyvmgewwiw erh Wixiwyceve"

((please refrain from posting the solution, in order to keep it somehwat challenging))

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outdated, location changed

 

[Julio Montega]

Join the faceless legion now.
Let justice run in crimson rivers!

 

[Julio Montega]

The information flow regarding fugitive Julio Montega has ceased to update,
he has vanished from the bounty boards and is thought to hide underground,
for now.

 

[Julio Montega]

* another message is spread through communications via ships originating from Psamathe ,LP-48-567 and Rind*

*static*
Pra..v ...tal ...volved in ...me. ag...st ...manity.
...se pro.....se. ..re ..de.
I ...ve pr..f .. t.e co.....tion w...th the ....ration.
T.ey pl... o. inv...ing our h...es by ... sp...ing of
mal..nc....ing sims.
Stay clear....
*static*

 

[Julio Montega]

*report date 20th june 3302*
This evening another wave of crimes hit
the old cradle of man, reported crimes of piracy,
assault and in some cases murder have swept the
news channels. Traders are not safe in the core worlds,
as reports grow loud, the infamous pirate with the callsign
"CDMR Julio Montega" has reappeared from hiding.

Police forces deem him the cause for over 40 disabled haulage ships,
and have issued another bounty on him tied to federation and imperial
territory. Reports indicate the fugitive also is armed and very dangerous.

*end of report*

 

[Julio Montega]

*message incoming via galnet open archives*
* report date 22nd june 3302*
*accesing database..*
*error, system override detected... backup fail...*

*The hud flickers, shuts down and emergency lighting illuminates
the cokpit in shady light. The masked figure filling the air infront of you via the hud-emitters*

Ahoy there!
I listened to the song of the beacons,
you seem to still be looking for the cargo
that sparkles and pays the bills.

I have found the motherlode and it is exclusive,
before you even dare to go look for it calculate the risk
involved.

I will not take lightly on intruders,
the sparklies are exclusive to my partners
and me, if you want in on the deal,
you need to make a sweet offer.
"Glory to the Clan" - Psamathe

-Don Diamond-

*tracking message, origin: Kapp Dock - Psamathe*
*Signal bounce detected: Psamathe->Merope->Luyten's Star->Psamathe*
*Position of sender unknown*
*end of message detected, system override relieved*

*as the message ends, lights turn back to normal,
leaving only some irregular flickers on the hud,
after a minute every trace of the message was erased,
the flickers end*

 

[Julio Montega]

The cold light reflected from the minimum emission coating
of the "La diosa de la Fortuna" painted the wreckage in eerie light.
Another trader bereft of the ability to power the ship without
emergency repairs.

Parts of debris drifting about, as silent witnesses of a short
and violent encounter. Sparks flickering from the damaged
shield generator, transforming the last MWs of stored energy
into short lived arcs of light illuminating a gaping hole
in the T9's hull.

The power plant maintenance hatch ripped and shredded
to shrapnells by high calibre munitions.
A faint humming before the emergency shutdown commences.

*static on the comms*

Trusty, proven in many salvage and piracy operations,
the diosa's drones scoot around the area, forcing the hatch lock
to swing open. With a short burst of atmosphere of the T9
transforming into ice and gas the cargo, triggered by the ejection
sequence, slowly drifts into the void to waiting claws.

With a flick of the wrist a drone is controlled manually
to reseal the hull breach with drifting debris.
Like a martyr waiting for the final call, the drone thrusts
to keep the debris in place, staying in place in final resolve.

An explosion, a small warhead detonates close to the breach
at a safe distance to the hull, only permeating enough heat
to seal the breach and keep the T9's pilot alive with the remainder
of atmosphere in the ship, until a rescue team comes by eventually.

With nearly the last piece of illegal cargo brought inside the waiting belly
of la diosa, a patrol of federal crafts, consisting of 3 Vipers MKIII enter the scenery.
True to protocol they commence a security cordon and scan, closing in on the presumably
friendly gunship close to the T9's wreckage.

"Core Dynamics Gunship - 3857-niner. State your business
and report status."
*an eerie moment of silence passes as the last piece of cargo finally,
slowly enters the belly of la diosa along with the automated salvage drone*

"I repeat! Core Dynamics Gunship -3857-niner. State your business,
or we have to presume you hostile."

The comms lighten up, as the lead Viper recognizes the salvage drone entering
la diosa.
"Illegal salvage operation detected... presumable act of piracy.
CMDR "Ifucan Reathis" "
"If u can Read what leader, come in?!" a patrol pilot replies.
The Wing leader shouts through comms: "CMDR you are under arr...."

*static fills the comms for a brief moment, as la diosa thrust a short burst backwards,
deactivating flight assist and bringing the arms to bear in a rapid diagonal maneuver*

"Incoming Missile!"
The pack of warheads closes in rapidly on the still confused Vipers,
the pilots can hardly take evasive actions before the warheads detonate
in a cascade of sparks and add the patrol to be silent witnesses to the wreckage site.

"Ifucan Reathis... they always are surprised what a
simple IFF spoofing can cause a chaos.
My Lady, take me to the stars!"

...
"4...3...2...1...Engaging!"

 

[Julio Montega]

This is Galnet news for an urgent report.
Crime spree in Yarigui!

Several official sources report of wrecks drifting in the Yarigui system,
they all are of haulage vessel type and are left mostly intact.
The rescue teams were able to extract the pilots alive,
but one thing is outstanding.

It seems the perpetrator left a marking on the hulls,
engraved with a low powered laser weapon of unknown
specification.
The hulls read:
"Paradise's DoorS are next to latin lion's roars."

The pilots report of a quick engagement disabling their ships
and stealing their cargo.

We will keep you informed on this matter,
GalNet news out.

 

[Julio Montega]

*a flickering masked figure fills overshadows the profile of CMDR Julio Montega*
"You might wonder why this entry is even existant,
let me tell you i want to let you know how anyone can
choose the life of a shadow, a distant figure behind the schemes.

Did you ever wonder why people turn to "pirates"?
Hear me out, if you browse my "biography" and entries
in the pilot's fed' you got time anyways, so back to
the topic.

Why did i turn "pirate"?
First off, "pirate" means something to you,
and something totally different to me.
Want to know more? Of course you do!

A "pirate" is not a pirate, but a free person,
ever wondered why the big 3 always want to control stuff
and spoil the fun of people?

Control, social engineering, coming close to perfecting
their system to make YOU believe, free people are pirates.
They train you from childhood onwards to be perfect little
automatons of THEIR society.

They want YOU to be a tool, a perfect little robot doing the dirty work
for THEM. Are YOU free if you follow THEIR instructions?
Hell no! You are just doing as you are supposed to.

When i was a little boy my parents took me on a planetary shuttle trip
on Psamathe's capital, to the "outback" of said planet.
Can you imagine what the beauty of leaving behind safety
of "civilized" cities, breaking through layers of clouds,
to see the far and wild regions' beauty can kick off?

It is like you fly on angel's wings, through heavens,
from one to seven, just hanging above everything that clouds
your mind, your existence. A glimpse of freedom,
a taste of insecurity and beauty to behold.
The clouds, forming landscapes of shifty presence,
showing you possibilities of what the planet below
might have looked like in the past, before colonization.

The sheer excellence of creation at its rawest,
that is what inspires awe and urges to go on.
The landscapes of the wilderness are beautiful,
intimidating and drawing you onwards, as you hike
from plain to mountain, from spring to delta.

What beauty might hold space then?
A cold clutch? Your heart stopping, as air and heat
radiates into the void? No, it is the breath of life,
the essence of what we were meant to be:
Free and exploring, gazing at the present, past and future.
Do what we want to, and live at our best.

When i returned from that trip, i went straight to flight school,
i worked double time, to just pay the bills and learn to be a pilot,
from there i went to certificate myself as CMDR of the piot's fed',
but all i got was a lousy badge and another glimpse at a tamed wilderness,
soon to be "civilized", restrained and doomed to die under humanity's
ever existant blighting grasp, even going for the stars now.

I wanted the stars to keep their shine, their glooming lure
of freedom to me.
When my parents left me at my relatives on the planetside again,
just to do what they were supposed to, transporting goods belonging
to a super corporation, something died in me.
I think it was my naivitee, thinking that a regulated life in space would allow
me freedom.
But it was not what i wanted...

I did not want to stay a little gear in the big galactic machine,
i wanted freedom.
The only logical conclusion was to stick to do day to day work,
to pay for refuel & repair, get lucky to earn some buffer cred's to do
the leap of faith, becoming self sufficient and becoming a name to be reconned.

I admit, life in freedom is hard, most people do not know what to do with it,
but i had a vision. I wanted to earn my payment the way i liked,
to stay at distance from civilization, to see untouched places and their beauty.
I have gone rogue, in time i had to rob people for their cargo,
to pay my bills and have no ties anywhere.

But what i learned along the way was this simple lesson:
Whatever people buy, by using money, does not belong to them,
it is a simple piece of machinery from the galaxy machine that drives
the rush to "civilized" slavery. It is not property, but a burden, people
do not recognize as one.

They just follow dead ends, working to keep the galaxy machine, economy, running.
Their life is meaningless, so i had to force them to overthink what they are doing.
By robbing them of the goods they carry, dumping them at off-space ports
for some cheap money, i sting the "economy" each time a little.
My hope is with people to see this, to start thinking again and working
to stay alive, not staying a gear that is oiled by blood money.

The poorest people become the best thiefs and survivalists,
that is where i started, that is my vision.
To get people to acknowledge that there is no need
for money, if we all share, if we cooperate and do
what we can do best, to start thinking and breathing again.

Yet some refuse, they have to learn the hard way.
Freedom is a oneway road, live to win and die to inspire.
Break your chains and start your brain up."

*The shadowy masked figure disappears, leaving the entry dry and informative*

Julio Montega
Son of Federico Montega and Emanuela Lorca
Born 12:00 o'clock 23rd February 3272 on Psamathe, Kapp Terminal
CMDR status confirmed since 3294
Male human, non aristocratic
Rated dangerous, fines and bounties actively issued

 

[Julio Montega]

"The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!

At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.

It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
The helmsman steered us through!

And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner's hollo!

In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.'

'God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!—
Why look'st thou so?'—With my cross-bow
I shot the ALBATROSS. "

In homage to the Mariner's Rhyme:

And thus the ALBATROS,
leaving the shape of a sea bird
twist'd and turn'd on his life's loss.
A new shepherd to the herd.

Metal beak and titan's feathers,
glowing engines burning hot,
with the power to cut FSD tethers.
A bird became ship, became a god.

Do as the ALBATROS commands,
or loose your stand in life,
where play became strife,
and warning now becomes demands.