Xalphox

Wish we had the same idea to ban you

Merry Christmas specifically to @Strid

Murder? December 23rd, 2298 Anna Brooker Stephen's Farm SALK SL147 1471 B To Anna, Kerry, Rosie, Isabella, and Jonas, I think I've finally settled in. This ship, this life style, which was so foreign to me only a short while ago - I think I'm finally beginning to settle into it. Indeed I have reached a point where without the ship's soothing, rhythmic hum, I simply would not be able to sleep. Not only that, but I think I have begun to find my place amongst the 112th Infantry - before, I felt like an impostor, a child play pretending to be a soldier, but the reality has only now begun to set in, I have begun to find my confidence particularly on matters of medicine and I have begun to establish friendships and a repertoire with my comrades here. One of them - James Zielinski - stands out from the crowd. Inevitable that our paths would cross, really - the guy is a bullet magnet; every drop he manages to do something that necessitates treatment. But he's good company, and he's a fine soldier; indeed, when I joined, he was a mere Private, but he's already made Corporal in the short time I've been here and he even won the second highest honour for gallantry. He's got more holes in him than a golf course, but that doesn't seem to deter him at all - he gets right back up, and straight into the fight. I still haven't found opportunity to make use of my rifle yet, but I discovered that this isn't entirely unusual for people within our profession - indeed many of my colleagues confess the same. I am reassured by this knowledge - it gives me strength to know that whilst I am no James Zielinski, I have a part to play, and I like to think I play it well. That being said things aren't quite totally peachy. We had a girl come back all messed up a few days ago - a Corporal by the name of Bellic. Nice enough - she was quite pretty in her own kind of way, you know? But she'd caught a talon to the chest and unfortunately there just wasn't much we could do for her but make her feel comfortable. Palliative care, we call it. And that we did - we resolved to make her final hours if not pleasant then at least pain free. Only it didn't exactly work out that way. You see - she expressed an interest in taking things into her own hands. And don't get me wrong - I can understand it, I'd want to go on my own terms too. But the way she wanted to do it - she wanted to shoot herself - it just wasn't doable. Whilst euthanasia ain't illegal, they're real strict on how it's conducted, and chewin' on a buckshot pellet just ain't gonna cut it. It was heart-wrenching but we had to reject her request - in effect, forcing her to accept a death at the hands of the Reaper after all. The law's a bitch sometimes, but the law is the law, right? An' without it, are we any better than animals? Turns out one Captain Bently thinks so. He brought her a rifle and she shot herself in the head. Messy affair. Bently's been arrested and everything on murder - rumour is he faces the gallows if convicted. The truth is I'm conflicted on the issue: the law is the law, but the girl was dying anyway, and whose business is it but her's how and when she dies anyway? Can a soldier ask for anything more? I think I'm just gonna keep my head low and let it play out... Your loving brother, Third Specialist John Brooker III Medical Division Ulysses S. Grant

I'd like to express my sincere gratitude on behalf of the community and the XA team for Optic's hard work over the course of the past six months. His excellent stewardship of the Mobile Infantry at a time when SSTRP was going through difficult times was in part what allowed us to emerge ahead of our competitors and for that I am very grateful.

Or, namely, there doesn't seem to be anything of it. I like to think I am a fairly competent and active medic but three weeks in and I'm still at Third Spec. This concerns me - because by the very nature of my role as owner of the server I tend to stand out more and find it easier to progress in general (sometimes even at an inappropriately fast rate) - and I'd hate to know how some of my less prominent colleagues within the Medical Division feel. I also often see command figures (SSpc and MSpc) but they do not seem to have any sort of command, any sort of responsibility or any sort of authority. I have been more acknowledged by the MI command structure (through medals) - a faction more than ten times larger than medical - than I have by the medical command structure. What's going on here?

A. Permakills (PKs) A permakill (PK) is the permanent death - or at least something that means that they no longer are a playable character appear in our universe - of a character, meaning that they cannot be played anymore. There are four types: 1. Self-PK A self-PK is when you choose to kill your character off yourself. Whilst this is your choice, there are still some rules in place - this is because we have had problems in the past with players choosing to PK their character, and then regretting it. IF YOU CHOOSE TO KILL OFF YOUR CHARACTER, THAT IS PERMANENT. THERE WILL BE NO TAKEBACKSIES. MAKE SURE YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY 100% CERTAIN THAT THESE ARE YOUR WISHES BEFORE YOU KILL YOUR CHARACTER. If you want to retire your character without permanently killing them, you can have them switch to another unit or request retirement. 2. Roll-based PK Typically on missions, when you die (ie. hit 0hp and respawn), you will be asked to roll, and based on that outcome you may be injured, may receive a life threatening injury, or you may have a mortal wound inflicted. Admins can choose the boundaries at their own discretion based on the circumstances - however typically the guidelines for admins are: 50-100: Typically no injury - you simply respawn and carry on. 21-49: Some sort of significant but non-life threatening injury - a cut, a laceration, etc. - that requires treatment, but if treated has no chance of death. 6-20: A serious life threatening injury that requires significant medical intervention in order to be survivable; typically requiring a MEDEVAC. This can also lead to a temporary kill, which I will describe below. 1-5: A mortal non-survivable wound. War is hell, and sometimes there's simply nothing that can be done. Admins should, where possible, afford you the opportunity to roleplay a slower drawn out death, giving you time to tie up your character - however if you choose it can also be immediate and shocking if you would prefer it. Again, these are guidelines. Admins can choose to increase the threshold - for example, if you were doing something particularly reckless, or you've received numerous injuries, they can choose raise the risks to match the situation. For example I have in the past PKed people with 17s because they refused to acknowledge the severity of their injuries, because they've refused to wear helmets, or because they have made a discrete decision to be in the field when they don't need to be (intel officers, fleet, etc). ** Friendly fire is as just a cause to inflict a PK as any. The only occasion where a friendly fire PK might be reversed is where there is CREDIBLE evidence that it was intentional deathmatch. ** Some admins (myself included) also choose to reward players who seek medical attention ahead of being killed and penalise players who ignore the extent of their injuries despite being notified. 3. Enforced PK Admins can also choose not to use the roll based system at all and can simply inflict a PK if the circumstances merit it. Typically this might take place if your character has been patently reckless, cut off from the Mobile Infantry, with almost no chance of survival. The guidelines for admins are: 1. They were knowingly performing an act of heroism or stupidity outside the duties of a normal Mobile Infantry. Most frequently this is fulfilled by an act of heroism or similar. This isn't to say heroism is banned; only that with heroic action comes risk commensurate with the likely reward you will receive if you succeed. 2. They weren't simply following the orders of a superior officer. 3. Except in the most heinous of circumstances, they were given fair warning that their actions could lead to death. 4. Player-vs-Player (PvP) PK A player can also PK another player under two circumstances: (1) with the approval of an Executive Admin, or (2) as an execution, either in the field, or as a result of a general court martial on ship. B. Temporary Kills (TKs) A temporary kill (TK) is the temporary suspension of a character - there are two types: 1. Hard Temporary Kill (HTK) A hard TK is a TK where your character is physically unplayable for a defined period - whether due to injury, imprisonment, etc. 2. Soft Temporary Kill (STK) A soft TK means that your character's is limited in some sense but you can still play them in set circumstances - for example, they might be confined to the medical bay, the brig, or they might not be able to drop.

First Drop December 10th, 2298 Anna Brooker Stephen's Farm SALK SL147 1471 B To Anna, Kerry, Rosie, Isabella, and Jonas, It's been a while since I last wrote, sorry, it's been a busy couple of weeks, but I'm finally here - aboard a real life starship, the Ulysses Grant, named after some fancy famous war hero who died half a millennium ago. I've been officially inducted into the medics - Third Specialist John Brooker, they call me - and I'm getting to see the galaxy like I always dreamed. But God don't I miss you guys with every fibre of my being. I have been deployed twice now; first to the trenches on the Homeworld (not exactly how I imagined it!), face to face with the the Progenitors - seven foot tall glowing giants, built like trucks. They look like they could snap me like a twig. But they're nothing compared to the arachnids. I came face to face with one yesterday. These beasts grow to ten, fifteen feet, with talons thick as a tree trunk, as sharp as knives. Their cold, dark, lifeless eyes, blacker than obsidian and deeper than the deepest mine, filled with with an all consuming void. No emotion, not even a hint of cognizance - just emptiness. He bore down on me, seemingly unstoppable, like a damn train - I locked up like a deer in headlights, accepting the inevitable, and making my peace with God - but, by His grace, I was yet delivered, by my fearless colleagues - my brothers-in-arms - who in short order had despatched the demon as quickly as it came. I am surrounded by heroes - men and women of great strength and great bravery. None of them seem to be afflicted with even a slither of fear. And in light of that, I wonder if this is the right place for me, because when I am in the field, I feel I am fear embodied - a sack of terror, held together by flesh, skin and bones I have yet to fire even a single bullet in combat so far - instead I roam the battlefield, simply making company with the wounded, the maimed, and the dying - and yes, I do what I can to help them, and so far fingers crossed I ain't had none die under my watch, but at the end of the day, shouldn't I be out there fighting ?What good is a soldier that's too afraid to shoot? Please write back - I miss you all dearly. Your loving brother, Third Specialist John Brooker III Medical Division Ulysses S. Grant

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December 2, 2298 TOP SECRET: OPERATION MARLOW: SIGINT MEMO TOP SECRET: AUTHORISATION FOR WIRETAP - VIKTOR WROCLAW By order of MAJOR W. CANARIS, all communications to and from VIKTOR WROCLAW (the former chief of interior) are to be intercepted, logge- d, and transmitted to OPERATION MARLOW aboard the ULYSSES S. GRANT.

December 2, 2298 TOP SECRET: OPERATION MARLOW: INTRODUCTION OPERATION MARLOW An operation to uncover the source of funding and the arms used dur- ing the November 31st attempt on the Sky Marshal's life, 2298. Authorised by SM ORTIZ on December 2nd 2298; to be headquartered ab- oard the Ulysses S. Grant, and directed by MAJOR W. CANARIS (@Pacer) under the diligent supervision of GENERAL B. C. LARSEN. DECISIONS MADE 1) PRISONER TRANSFER: PRISONER X1441018 TO BE TRANSFERRED INTO MARL- OW CUSTODY, ABOARD ULYSSES S. GRANT. 2) TRANSFER OF SENSITIVE MATERIALS: INTELLIGENCE MATERIALS GATHERED- 31ST NOVEMBER, 2298, BY PFC J. FREESON, AT VIRGIL'S POINT, ISKANDER TO BE TRANSFERRED INTO MARLOW CUSTODY.

December 1, 2298 TOP SECRET: INTELLIGENCE MATERIALS ATTAINED DURING 31/11/2298 ASSAULT ON CAPITAL, ISKANDER The following assets were obtained on November 31st, 2298, within a concealed sewer pipe believed to be used by terrorists during the planning and execution of the attempt on the Sky Marshal's life in Virgil's Point, Iskander. It was retrieved by one PFC Freeson, of the 112th Mobile Infantry. Exhibit A. Firearms 2x Morita Mk 1 The firearms were in pristine, factory condition, and lab analysis determined that they were (a) not counterfeit, (b) had never been fired and (c) did not appear to have a federally mandated registration number, nor was there any evidence that one had been scratched off. 1x Morita Mk 4 Similarly the Mk 4 was also in pristine factory condition and lab analysis concluded that the weapon was not counterfeit, had not been fired and did not have the federally mandated registration number. More worrying still is that the Mk4 is a highly classified, restricted, experimental firearm, not yet released for general use nor even generally acknowledged. All three firearms were likely produced at the Morita Corporation's Neueville complex in Rohan. Exhibit B. Currency (C£14,000) Roughly £14,000 in Castian pounds was found parallel to the firearms mentioned in exhibit A. The bills are non-sequential, but otherwise brand new, suggesting a complex conspiracy to launder funds prior to the execution of this event. Exhibit C. Blueprints of Capitol Square Detailed and intrinsic blueprints of the design of Capitol Square, copied from the restricted access originals held within the interior ministry, located in Virgil's Point, Iskander.

December 1, 2298 UNCLASSIFIED: NEWS RELEASE ATTEMPT MADE ON SM ORTIZ'S LIFE IN ISKANDER A terror cell believed to be linked to known separatists launched an attack on the Federation's temporary capital last night, in a cowardly attempt to assassinate Sky Marshal Ortiz as she conducted commemorations for the losses suffered by humanity during the Progenitor holocaust. However within very short order the separatist-led insurrection was quashed thanks to the diligent and decisive action of the federal armed services. The attack which lasted little over two hours took place at the Capitol building; the terrorists were known to have gotten their hands on explosives and high powered rifles. Unhelpfully, a stray round clipped a faulty gas pipe, causing a significant gas explosion that inflicted significant damage on numerous buildings in and around Capitol Square. An estimated £400mn worth of damage was inflicted during the count The Sky Marshal, who was believed to be wounded in the incident but otherwise well, thanked the servicemen and servicewomen of the 112th Mobile Infantry as well as the numerous other combat units that were involved, and stated that she had ordered a review into how these criminals were able to mount an attack within the capital undetected.

OOC SECTION STEAM NAME / ALIASES: Xalphox STEAM ID: STEAM_0:1:2512273 SERVER TIME: 10 years ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 15 years (eugh) MEDICAL ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Intermediate AVAILABILITY: A couple of hours a week. CHARACTER COUNT: General Brian C. Larsen Lt. Madeline Ontario IC SECTION NAME: BROOKER, JOHN AGE: 19 RACE: Caucasian SEX: M HEIGHT: 5'11 WEIGHT: 120lbs BLOOD TYPE: O- RANK: RCT LEVEL OF EDUCATION: High school drop out CRIMINAL RECORD: None MEDICAL RECORD: None DATE OF ENLISTMENT: 01/9/2297

John Brooker III 03/05/2279 My name is John Brooker III, and I was born on the third of May, 2279, to my mother, Kerryanne Brooker, and my father, with whom I share my name. I have five siblings - four sisters, one brother - of which I am the eldest. My sister Anna - two years younger than I - is seventeen. Kerry is thirteen. The twins, Rosie and Isabella, are both nine. Jonas is two. I grew up on a frontier colony named Salk. Established at the turn of the century, my grandfather (with whom I also share my name) and my grandmother took my infant father along with everything they owned to set up shop here. They were promised arable land to farm by the Federation, who were hoping to develop the colony into a breadbasket that might feed their future colonial ambitions. Unfortunately, that wasn't to be. After twenty years of failing to grow anything but the hardiest and unnourishing of crops, the Fed lost interest, leaving Salk only partially terraformed. Those that remained were consigned to lives of hardship, destitution, and poverty. I've heard that it's not like this everywhere - that on some planets they have whole forests of fruit and vegetables; lands of plentiful meat and poultry; that there are places where there is water (a much-valued commodity here) as far as the eye can see. I asked my mother and father when I was little what these rivers, lakes and oceans were like, but they could not tell me, as they had never seen them either. My father like his father before him worked the land. Up before dawn, and in bed after midnight; he was nothing if not a hard worker. Perhaps too much of a hard worker. He died when I was nine: an unfortunate case of pneumonia; usually not an issue with twenty third century medicine, especially for a man in his prime, but unfortunately there ain't much of that twenty-third century medicine out here, and when you're working 18 hour days on half a bowl of porridge and you've been doing that since you were 11, it's a bit of a stretch to say you're in your prime. My mother tried to go at it alone for some time, but it was never going to be. She was heavily pregnant with the twins, and farming out here ain't no work for a middle-aged woman at the best of times. She re-married a year later to the son of another local farmer - in retrospect, a loveless near commercial arrangement. Stephen, my stepfather, was a drunk and a real bastard. He cheated on my mother with half the town's womenfolk, but truth be told, those precious few hours of solace were a godsend for the six of us; a temporary peace, like being in the eye of a storm. But like the eye of any storm, it was fleeting, and before long Stephen was back, drunk, violent, and in as foul a mood as ever. I later found out that Stephen too was forced into marriage with my mother - and that he had had to abandon his childhood sweetheart in order to do so. I take some solace in knowing deep down he was probably as miserable as the rest of us; he surely deserved it. I apologize, dear reader, for this had hardly been a tale to fill the heart with warmth and to raise the spirits, and I am afraid it does not get much better. Salk had never really drawn much of anyone's attention - we were barely on the galactic map, and aside for a quarterly arrival of much-needed essentials from the Fed, we were overlooked. We were fortunate in that we did not see much action during the Progenitor holocaust or the Civil War that followed it, but that is not to say that we as a people did not suffer. Suddenly those much-needed essentials stopped coming - nutrients, medicine, fertilizer for our crops, even water. We starved. We were parched. But we weren't strangers to hardship - we resolved to get on with it and to ride it out as best as we could as we always had. Before long, refugees from the fighting arrived from all over - at first, they were very much welcomed, but in short order, our already depleted resources were stretched thin. And then as if on cue the second horseman reared his ugly head: pestilence, in the form of Orthomyxoviridae XH3N2, or "Hart's Fever." It wasn't unknown to us - it had hit in 2273, not long before I was born - but we'd beaten it, we'd developed a vaccine, and we all thought it was behind us. It would start with flu-like symptoms - coughing, sneezing, a runny nose - but before long it left you choking, suffocating on your own blood. It came back, and the vaccine proved useless. Subsequent vaccines were rendered obsolete in weeks. It took mother in the fall of 97. Stephen succumbed not long after. Suddenly, I was the head of the family, and my siblings looked to me for strength and guidance. I did what I could - taking to the mines, whilst Anna looked after the others - but it simply wasn't enough. Things were getting desperate. One cold winter's evening, Anna returned home late, her face gaunt, her shoulders sagging, a certain used up look about her that I had seen only too often lining the streets of Salk's prevalent underworld. Her pockets were full of small change, and because of her we made rent that month, but I don't think I will ever escape that moment so long as I live; never before and I hope never again shall I feel such dread, such complete and utter despair and desperation, as I did in that instant. Stephen's family reached out to me the next week; we hadn't had much contact with them in the past, because we had sort of assumed Stephen hadn't fallen far from the tree. Whether it's because that's untrue and they were genuinely kind, or because they had heard that their step-granddaughter had taken to prostitution and feared the reputational damage, they volunteered to take in my siblings - but, as an adult, not me. I am nonetheless eternally grateful to them, and I thank God every day for delivering salvation to my half-brother and to my sisters. I suddenly found myself alone in the world; both a daunting and liberating prospect. There wasn't much tying me to Salk anymore, and I knew as clear as day that the only future awaiting me here was further misery and turmoil, so I resigned myself to the fact that I would enroll in the Mobile Infantry - where I would get to see the galaxy, all the while drawing a wage, with a roof over my head, and bread in my tummy. I have arranged with Stephen's family to send the majority of my earnings home, in order to pay for my siblings keep, and they in turn have promised to provide for them and to furnish each of them with ways and means of making a good honest living, including Anna, even after she gains her majority in September. I filled in the final papers and I took my oath yesterday; there was even an opportunity to register my interest in getting involved with medicine. Who knows - maybe I'll ride out my two-year term, go to med school on the Fed bill, come home and set up my own clinic? I have spent so long these past few years focusing on simply surviving the litany of problems that I and my fellow countrymen face that I never considered that one day I might become part of the solution. I hesitate to say it out loud for fear that it might be snatched cruelly away from me, but is this hope I feel in the pit of my stomach? We'll see when I leave next week for boot, but assuming all goes well, I am perhaps only weeks away from my own deliveration from this God forsaken rock, and that deliveration's name is the Ulysses S. Grant.

Hi GnT (in the sense of actual games and theory - planning, ops, etc) will now be invitation only - a process owned by me. I will invite people to GnT if they show an aptitude for codebreaking (per the TBX Base64 string for example) or strategy. The sort of tasks they'll be handling will range from handling intercepts, deciding the strategic direction of my (and hopefully other) quest lines (like who and what to send when), etc. Bona fide (invited) GnT members will rank at Major. At present, there is only one Major - @Pacer.

November 28, 2298 TOP SECRET: INTERCEPT, STATION 14. VEhBTksgWU9VIEZPUiBHRVRUSU5HIElOIFRPVUNILgoKV0UgUkVDT0dOSVNFIEFORCBBQ0tOT1dMRURHRSBUSEUgVElNRSBTRU5TSVRJVklUWSBPRiBZT1VSIFJFUVVFU1QuIAoKV0UgQVJFIENPTkZJREVOVCBUSEFUIFdFIENBTiBNRUVUIFlPVVIgREVNQU5EUyBXSVRISU4gVEhFIFRJTUUgRlJBLQpNRVMgUFJFU0VOVEVELiBJIENBTiBDT05GSVJNIFRIQVQgQUxMIE9GIFRIRSBJVEVNUyBMSVNURUQgQkVMT1cgQVItCkUgQ1VSUkVOVExZIElOIFNUT0NLLgoKSU4gT1JERVIgVE8gUFJPQ0VFRCBXSVRIIEEgU0FMRSwgV0UgV0lMTCBSRVFVSVJFIFBBWU1FTlQgRUlUSEVSIElOCkNBU0ggT1IgQUdSRUVEIEdPT0RTLiBTSE9VTEQgWU9VIFdJU0ggVE8gUFJPQ0VFRCwgT1VSIEFTU09DSUFURSBXSS0KTEwgQVJSQU5HRSBBIERBVEUgQU5EIFRJTUUgRk9SIFRIRSBFWENIQU5HRS4KClNFRSBCRUxPVyBGT1IgVEhFIEJST0NIVVJFOgoKQlJPQ0hVUkUgYXMgb2YgTk9WRU1CRVIgVFdFTlRZLVNFVkVOLCBUV0VOVFkgVFdPIE5JTkVUWSBTSVggCkFMTCBTQUxFUyBBUkUgTk9OLVJFRlVOREFCTEUgQU5EIEZJTkFMLgoKU01BTEwgQVJNUyBDQVRBTE9HVUUKCk1PUklUQSBNSy4gMSBBU1NBVUxUIFJJRkxFIC4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4gwqMgNCwwMDAKTU9SSVRBIE1LLiAxIEFTU0FVTFQgUklGTEUgVy8gVU5ERVJTTFVORyBHUkVOQURFIC4uLi4uLi4uLiDCoyA2LDAwMApMQVVOQ0hFUgouLi4gNy42MngzOU1NIE1BR0FaSU5FICg1MCBST1VORFMpIC4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4gwqMgMTYwCk1PUklUQSBNSy4gMiBBU1NBVUxUIFJJRkxFIC4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLiDCoyAxMSwwMDAKTU9SSVRBIFNBVyAuLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uIMKjIDI0LDU1MAouLi4gNy42MngzOU1NIE1BR0FaSU5FICgxNTAgUk9VTkRTKSAuLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4gwqMgNTAwCkUtUFVMU0UgNDQgLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4gwqMgOSw1MDAKRS1QVUxTRSA4OCAuLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uIMKjIDM1LDAwMAoKU1BFQ0lBTCBDQVRBTE9HVUUKRk9SIE9VUiBTUEVDSUFMIENVU1RPTUVSUwoKTUsgNTUgTEFVTkNIRVIgLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4gwqMgMTcwLDAwMAouLi4gTUsgNTUgLSBIRURQIFJQRyAuLi4uIC4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4gwqMgNDIsMDAwCi4uLiBNSyA1NSAtIE9YWS4gTlVDTEVBUiBSUEcgLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uIMKjIDE5LDUwMCwwMDAKTUFSQVVERVIgTUsgMi4gUE9XRVJFRCBBUk1PVVIgU1VJVCAuLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4gwqMgMTUsMDAwLDAwMApGLTc2IFRIVU5ERVJCT0xUIFRBQyBGSUdIVEVSIC4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uIMKjIDExMCwwMDAsMDAwCi4uLiBBMTk5NVggQUEgSVIvUkRSIE1JU1NJTEUgLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uIE5PVCBJTiBTVE9DSwouLi4gQ0JVOTk1WCBDTFVTVEVSIE1VTklUSU9OICgxIElOIFNUT0NLKSAuLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4gwqMgNTAsMDAwCk1PUklUQSBDT1JQLiBDT1JTQUlSIFRBTksgLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4uLiDCozE1LDAwMCwwMDAKTU9SSVRBIENPUlAuIEJBTkRJVCBBUk1PVVJFRCBQRU9QTEUgQ0FSUklFUiAuLi4uLi4uLi4uLi4gwqMgMjQwLDAwMAoKU1BFQ0lBTCBSRVFVRVNUUz8gT1VSIE9SR0FOSVpBVElPTiBBUkUgU1BFQ0lBTElTVFMgSU4gQUNRVUlSSU5HIEgtCi1JR0ggR1JBREUgTUlMSVRBUlkgRVFVSVBNRU5ULiBDT05UQUNUIFlPVVIgQVNTT0NJQVRFIEZPUiBNT1JFIElOLQpPUk1BVElPTi4= DECRYPTED BY @Pacer: THANK YOU FOR GETTING IN TOUCH. WE RECOGNISE AND ACKNOWLEDGE THE TIME SENSITIVITY OF YOUR REQUEST. WE ARE CONFIDENT THAT WE CAN MEET YOUR DEMANDS WITHIN THE TIME FRA- MES PRESENTED. I CAN CONFIRM THAT ALL OF THE ITEMS LISTED BELOW AR- E CURRENTLY IN STOCK. IN ORDER TO PROCEED WITH A SALE, WE WILL REQUIRE PAYMENT EITHER IN CASH OR AGREED GOODS. SHOULD YOU WISH TO PROCEED, OUR ASSOCIATE WI- LL ARRANGE A DATE AND TIME FOR THE EXCHANGE. SEE BELOW FOR THE BROCHURE: BROCHURE as of NOVEMBER TWENTY-SEVEN, TWENTY TWO NINETY SIX ALL SALES ARE NON-REFUNDABLE AND FINAL. SMALL ARMS CATALOGUE MORITA MK. 1 ASSAULT RIFLE ............................... £ 4,000 MORITA MK. 1 ASSAULT RIFLE W/ UNDERSLUNG GRENADE ......... £ 6,000 LAUNCHER ... 7.62x39MM MAGAZINE (50 ROUNDS) ......................... £ 160 MORITA MK. 2 ASSAULT RIFLE .............................. £ 11,000 MORITA SAW .............................................. £ 24,550 ... 7.62x39MM MAGAZINE (150 ROUNDS) ........................ £ 500 E-PULSE 44 ............................................... £ 9,500 E-PULSE 88 .............................................. £ 35,000 SPECIAL CATALOGUE FOR OUR SPECIAL CUSTOMERS MK 55 LAUNCHER ......................................... £ 170,000 ... MK 55 - HEDP RPG .... ............................... £ 42,000 ... MK 55 - OXY. NUCLEAR RPG ........................ £ 19,500,000 MARAUDER MK 2. POWERED ARMOUR SUIT .................. £ 15,000,000 F-76 THUNDERBOLT TAC FIGHTER ....................... £ 110,000,000 ... A1995X AA IR/RDR MISSILE ........................ NOT IN STOCK ... CBU995X CLUSTER MUNITION (1 IN STOCK) ............... £ 50,000 MORITA CORP. CORSAIR TANK ............................ £15,000,000 MORITA CORP. BANDIT ARMOURED PEOPLE CARRIER ............ £ 240,000 SPECIAL REQUESTS? OUR ORGANIZATION ARE SPECIALISTS IN ACQUIRING H- -IGH GRADE MILITARY EQUIPMENT. CONTACT YOUR ASSOCIATE FOR MORE IN- ORMATION.

November 27, 2298 UNCLASSIFIED: NEWS RELEASE INTERIOR CHIEF RESIGNS FROM CABINET Viktor Wroclaw, the cabinet minister responsible for the interior, today resigned from Sky Marshal Ortiz's cabinet, citing irreconcilable differences in his vision for the Federation's place in the future, in particular the treatment and defence of the outer colonies. Mr. Wroclaw, from a family of farmers from the outer colonies who served as a Colonel within Games & Theory and who served as Chief of Interior for little under a year, made the following statement outside of the Department for the Interior building in Iskander: "Sky Marshal Ortiz has embarked us on a course that is fundamentally counter to the principles of this Federation, and I cannot in good conscience continue to support her as she tears down the pillars of our society." The Sky Marshal's office refused to comment except to thank Mr. Wroclaw for his service and to state that his replacement would be announced later today.

Hi all, I imagine some of the older players are already well familiar with this - but I figured I'd share this with the majority. This is the dashboard that I, the XAs and the admin team use to monitor our general performance (along with the gametracker player count stuff): https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1sAhmsAuTb-Zyj3b9rR9MYXsTlarfimSGus9QvM_woFk/edit#gid=1255273882

Hi all, We need to delay this campaign due to unforeseen circumstances - we'll keep you informed as to what's happening in the near future. In the interim, it'll be business as usual on server. Xalphox

remember that time on MTA?

imo the div lead should weigh in on discharge requests rather than me and Optic - ie. engineer discharges should go via Argon

Wiki is back.