ON: Nepleslia
>>>Public Node
>>>Source erased
>>>Author erased
>>>Message follows:
Washouts, problem cases, or just plain fed up with serving the army (any one, I don't care):
I'm currently looking for eleven able-bodied soldiers to crew an independent ship operating in the outer territories. At this time I'm looking for two engineers and eight bridge crew: Three tactical, one comm specialist, pilot, navigator, sensor officer and a systems specialist.
If you're interested in joining my crew reply to this message. If you check out and have the skills I need I'll be contacting you. Otherwise I'm screening applicants for combat and security duties. There's enough space aboard ship for 20 in that position.
Experience in CQC is preferable but I'll also accept weapons specialists and power armor operators and pilots, though at this moment I have no vehicles for you to use.
>>>Message ends.
Terry smiled as he read the message on the public node. He'd had to work a bit to find one that hadn't been covered in graffiti or scavenged for parts, at least where he'd been dropped by that...captain. It was absurd but he still refused to address people by their formal titles; besides he thought captain rolled off the tongue easier and sounded more official than anything some braindead sycophant lurking in the military hierarchy could come up with.
Bringing up the message prompt, Terry entered the address for a ship that was still docked somewhere on the planet undergoing repairs. The fact that he was even reading this message meant things were going smoothly and the ship now had a working long range comm antenna again, and that its AI was following his instructions to the letter.
He wrote briskly, almost tersely. "ANUBIS, I see you sent the message like we planned?" The reply was almost instantaneous, it would have been faster except that ANUBIS had learned fairly quickly that fast replies unnerved people (meaning that the AI still did it from time to time).
"Exactly as you laid it out, Terry. I also sent the message to that gunship as soon as my new antenna went online. By the way we've got to start being more careful when we're making legitimate cargo runs."
Terry frowned as he read that last part. How was he supposed to know there would be an ambush waiting for them? It was lucky they managed to get away mostly unharmed but still he'd had to call in engineers from the home office of a company that technically didn't exist. "And the station records? Did you figure out who sliced my existence out of the network?"
"I did that, sir," was the AI's response. "I figured that if you're going to be playing both sides of the field then it would be easier if general information about you was hard to come by. I left little tidbits here and there, and everything's intact in hard copy right where it belongs. Not that anyone ever uses hard copy anymore."
Breathing a sigh of mixed exasperation and relief, Terry sent a reply indicating he'd talk to ANUBIS again when he boarded the ship itself and could directly interface with the AI. Then he shut off the node and went on his way, not bothering to try being inconspicuous as he walked.
>>>Public Node
>>>Source erased
>>>Author erased
>>>Message follows:
Washouts, problem cases, or just plain fed up with serving the army (any one, I don't care):
I'm currently looking for eleven able-bodied soldiers to crew an independent ship operating in the outer territories. At this time I'm looking for two engineers and eight bridge crew: Three tactical, one comm specialist, pilot, navigator, sensor officer and a systems specialist.
If you're interested in joining my crew reply to this message. If you check out and have the skills I need I'll be contacting you. Otherwise I'm screening applicants for combat and security duties. There's enough space aboard ship for 20 in that position.
Experience in CQC is preferable but I'll also accept weapons specialists and power armor operators and pilots, though at this moment I have no vehicles for you to use.
>>>Message ends.
Terry smiled as he read the message on the public node. He'd had to work a bit to find one that hadn't been covered in graffiti or scavenged for parts, at least where he'd been dropped by that...captain. It was absurd but he still refused to address people by their formal titles; besides he thought captain rolled off the tongue easier and sounded more official than anything some braindead sycophant lurking in the military hierarchy could come up with.
Bringing up the message prompt, Terry entered the address for a ship that was still docked somewhere on the planet undergoing repairs. The fact that he was even reading this message meant things were going smoothly and the ship now had a working long range comm antenna again, and that its AI was following his instructions to the letter.
He wrote briskly, almost tersely. "ANUBIS, I see you sent the message like we planned?" The reply was almost instantaneous, it would have been faster except that ANUBIS had learned fairly quickly that fast replies unnerved people (meaning that the AI still did it from time to time).
"Exactly as you laid it out, Terry. I also sent the message to that gunship as soon as my new antenna went online. By the way we've got to start being more careful when we're making legitimate cargo runs."
Terry frowned as he read that last part. How was he supposed to know there would be an ambush waiting for them? It was lucky they managed to get away mostly unharmed but still he'd had to call in engineers from the home office of a company that technically didn't exist. "And the station records? Did you figure out who sliced my existence out of the network?"
"I did that, sir," was the AI's response. "I figured that if you're going to be playing both sides of the field then it would be easier if general information about you was hard to come by. I left little tidbits here and there, and everything's intact in hard copy right where it belongs. Not that anyone ever uses hard copy anymore."
Breathing a sigh of mixed exasperation and relief, Terry sent a reply indicating he'd talk to ANUBIS again when he boarded the ship itself and could directly interface with the AI. Then he shut off the node and went on his way, not bothering to try being inconspicuous as he walked.