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ship wars are dumb. Polyamory and aromanticism are easy, simple, and effective solutions
I don't see how polyamory or aromanticism could patch up the holes in my hull but if you say so
oh my god just saw two pirate ships get into a fender bender right outside my apartment
is the ship going ok up there, repairs are fine on my bit of the fleet but i want to make sure. also out of curiosity did you meet luddic stragglers before me ~ mongrel (@bhvkzgljy2h1cmno)
Even after we ended up limping into port with more emergency sealant than hull after that ambush with the Tachie mercs, aye. Shouldn't be too long before all our fighting craft are back in shape, and I've got an eye for a new cruiser, ground team might even need your help to get her fitted.
That said, I know Chief Engie's got you running all over, but don't go working too hard now - at very least, there's a nice little cafe near the center of port that's got a whole window of pastries you'd actually believe were fresh. You ought to enjoy yourself - and take a buddy or two if you feel like some asshole's going to start shit.
And... aye, more than a few. Not quite your case, but faithful who find their options dwindling aren't hard to come by, just look at Mazalot. Integrating them into the crew's been a long learning process with a lot of hard learned lessons, and we've gotten back a solid set of protocols for getting crew from different backgrounds to mesh. That's all technical shit you've seen for yourself plenty, but it is why we were more or less ready for you.
Thoughts on Kanta?
(@hallard-expeditionary)
Though I've long since painted over my red skulls with blue and gold insignias of my own, the "pirates" writ large and I both still fundamentally agree with the state of things: you and me and the guy next to you, we're all getting fucked over, and we deserve better if we can just reach out and take it. That's what Jorien Kanta was to me at one point - free by her own means. I looked up to her as a younger captain, as you're keen to when you're a deviant young lass trying to make a new living.
I actually met the woman not long ago for business, having grown nothing but wiser with the growth of my own operation. It's one thing to know it, another thing to see it: if she ever did embody any of that idealistic shit, she sure fuckin' doesn't now. All she wants is her own little everlasting empire where she never dies in either body or relevance, no matter who gets hurt. Only thing worse than that is knowing at the end of the day, she's not really different from a lot of the other petty despots around the Sector. Most of them just have more official offices and fancier titles.
Never meet your heroes, huh?
Actually, while I'm in port for the week: comms are open, ask me anything, I wanna hear from you.
NEW YEARS HAPPIFICATE
INTERDICTORATE PROACT UNFABRICATE
happy new year fabricator.
NEW CYCLE
NEW SHIPS
MORE TO FABRICATE
MUCH TO DO
???? HAPPY
RESTARTED CYCLE
i don't know if you drink but i have wine. so cheers.
Temporary Change in Management
Listen up, this is Laydan. Comms officer Laydan.
I had to pull Eastman away from the dataslate. The docs in the medbay tweaked the dosage on the anesthetic and he's somehow even loopier than normal. He's made six posts in the last hour and they all wreck opsec, so I've cut him off.
He made me promise to run this account for him while he's out though. What the hell do people even put on these blogs? Seriously, tell me, I have no clue.
Aw shit, send him the best. Kinda liked receiving his comms.
Anyway, this is about as lawless as the frontier: status updates, ghost stories, quips, and tales. Wouldn't hurt to get to know you better depending on how long you're gonna be around.
Me? Not much to tell. Born on the deep levels on Chico, went topside as soon as I had a millicred for the lift. Did comms for the station port, then signed on with the company.
I approve outbound hypercomms, I listen to old music, and I’m the best poker player on my deck. Anything else you wanna know?
Shit, how the time gets away from me. Old music though, I'm fond of old music too - anything in particular?
Temporary Change in Management
Listen up, this is Laydan. Comms officer Laydan.
I had to pull Eastman away from the dataslate. The docs in the medbay tweaked the dosage on the anesthetic and he's somehow even loopier than normal. He's made six posts in the last hour and they all wreck opsec, so I've cut him off.
He made me promise to run this account for him while he's out though. What the hell do people even put on these blogs? Seriously, tell me, I have no clue.
Aw shit, send him the best. Kinda liked receiving his comms.
Anyway, this is about as lawless as the frontier: status updates, ghost stories, quips, and tales. Wouldn't hurt to get to know you better depending on how long you're gonna be around.
Hey look what I found
Can you guess who Im giving it to?
[Dustkeepers?]
[In all seriousness, there should be a Corrupted Nanoforge in Kapteyn Starworks provided thats still intact. If not, absolutely turn that thing over to em.]
I won't lie: I've been doing this a while, but those damn... sensor anomalies ... that sometimes just appear on the wide scope and bullrush the fleet make me jump a little to this day. Yeah they're mostly harmless, just. Nothing should move like that, y'know?
as an adult i ended up something like what'd happen if you engineered a dog to stand up on its hind legs. i think i was some tri-tachyon flunky's weird genetic project, but i don't remember much of my childhood so i don't know.
the church picked me up as a child because they thought they could teach me the luddic word. they were right, and it's the one thing i'll ever thank them for.
And, aye, in case you didn't already know - this thing's a suit, not just what I look like. The hair actually detaches pretty easy if pulled, much to many a raider's chagrin in bar brawls across the Core.
My hair doesn't though, and if you're pulling it, you better have bought me dinner first.
Occasionally I do busywork for the Academy on the side, the pay's good, the deadlines are generous, and I have to admit their liaison's kind of cute. Just the other day he was wringing his hands over me because I was going to negotiate buying some tech from some seedy salvor twelve light years out. "Space pirates..." he was worrying, "I've heard things. You'll be careful, right?"
I just laughed. "Oh I've been in plenty of tough situations, this will be nothing," I reassured, and gave him one of my trademark roguish grins. "Don't you go worrying about me now."
Didn't have the heart to tell him that I am space pirates.
Always a bit funny when I have some meeting with a contact, especially somewhere nice, and they seem shocked when I introduce myself as 'Captain Shrike' without the suit on. You didn't think I was gonna eat dinner wearing that thing, huh? I mean, I have, but we both have to admit I'm a lot prettier without all the armor plating.
You've really gotta spend money on getting a good crew first thing you can. First person I ever hired was a few good bodyguards, and lemme tell you a little muscle goes a long way in the underworld - especially when you're starting off. Still with me today, if you can believe it.
This Lieutenant Commander Eastman, reporting on our rapidly concluding salvage and survey operation on this deserted (?) planet.
We've had a bit of a scare due to a sensor malfunction aboard the Hurbin, and we're no longer sure this planet is actually empty of life. But soon enough, that won't matter!
Doctor Baressi's team has found the colony's central data hub. After just a bit of hacking, we now have a full map of the colony and its valuables. They've also cut power to all of the defenses, so all we have to do is walk up and take the loot (those blasted turrets are finally out of the way!).
Tech-mining certainly has been an illuminating experience, but I can't wait to get back to the fleet. I plan on leaving things to the professionals in future. None of my credentials worked anyway.
Think I'm a week or so's burn from you given the delay on the messages at this point, give or take your own relay's strength, so hope my well wishes get to you in time before you get in there. All the best to you and yours, the take's where you really test the quality of your luck and planning, heh.
Keep us posted, yeah? INFOSEC and all, but I've got a dire curiosity for all things been left behind.
have been working with the ship crew back here and they’ve been pretty nice. took off my helmet and instead of getting yelled at i just got a bunch of dog jokes. apparently i look like one? so ive gotten barked at (made me laugh) and they’re calling me all sorts of dog related nicknames (also pretty funny).
one of them (there’s apparently a few luddic faithful like me here too?) sat me down when they heard i didn’t even have a name of my own and. it turns out there’s a lot of people like me, people who still believe in the faith but have had problems with the church in the past.
we talked about it for. a while. i think i cried once or twice. and they helped me make a name because ludd’s seven hells, i think both of us were tired of me just being called “hey, you!”
i’ve felt more cared for here than i probably have the entire time i was working with the church, because here i’m treated like a full person. everyone here is a misfit too. and thank god, i finally feel like i’m starting to live.
ludd forgive me for rambling, but, what i’m saying is. can i join your fleet full time? i promise i won’t disappoint.
yours,
matthias “mongrel” ludd-abiding (@bhvkzgljy2h1cmno)
I've let this one sit too long without a personal response for too long, I think. Forgive me for that, I've started and thrown away drafts more times than I can count, and before I knew it I was swept up in the rigors of running this operation. I apologize.
The issue of you joining the fleet or not has already been attended to: I've had your team leader give you a new position and set of tasks, the standard crew sign-on bonus has been deposited to your account, and the purser has issued you a nice set of coveralls with your name on them. Still, you've more than earned an overdue formal welcome, and maybe a bit of clarification on who exactly you're signing up with.
You're more than welcome among the Songbirds: one and all people like yourself cast out by the Core for one reason or another. I'm more than happy to accommodate the Ludd's faithful here, so long as they can get along with just as many white-collar Tri-Tach burnouts with head-fulls of augs, ex-Heg jarheads who've lost it all, foul-mouthed pirates who will as soon as cheat you at cards as take a hit for you, bastard kids of League aristocrats who don't care for the gens, Raynard, or his poser turtleneck, and everything in between. I expect the same good behavior out of them too, this ship might be welcoming but it also has to be tight.
If you're wondering, I cut formal ties with Kanta's little dynasty a long time ago over ideological disagreements, which is why we're a primarily privateering and salvaging outfit - though maybe one day soon it'll be more than just that. To paraphrase an old friend: it's people like you and me that the Sector got built on by the execs and admirals, and us that get thrown away the second it goes bad. If we're not welcome in their world, it's up to us to make something better - and that doesn't mean cutting down long haul merchants and 'roid miners. We've earned their begrudging respect, but as you've seen, we've had our fair share of skirmishes with raider fleets looking to make a name of themselves.
As for the work you'll personally be doing: so long as blue-collar work suits you, I'm happy to keep you on it. Ground operations, salvage, and gunnery always want more bodies but I have a suspicion that, at least for now, you'd do best in a non-combat position. You're welcome to tell your team leader if that changes. What you're doing is none-the-less essential, the need for supplies and repairs certainly isn't going to go away so long as the fleet stands.
If you have any questions, let me or your team leader know. Likewise, if anyone makes a habit of calling you "Matty" or gives you shit, don't stay quiet.
Your friend,
Captain Shrike
[ENCODED TEXT ATTACHED TO TRANSMISSION: dear intercepting HEGINT and/or League intel agent: if you did not already know anything within about myself, my fleet, or my goals, please inform your supervisor so they can demote you back to field work in some shitty pather backwater. xoxo shrike]