Yes! I am back too, an old ozzy slacker from the dusty marshes of Slovenia; I have come forth to defend the MwM's home territory - the Tri - and to spank all who oppose us... or something like that...
A lot of you may not remember me, a lot of you never met me, but all of that is irrelevant because I am here now and hopefully here to be... emm... stay.
LifesaverM and all others, I pledge once more to the Code of Conduct in these reassuring times...
(warning, boring stuff ahead)
As someone wrote in his diary:
"... There were many of them. They came at us and they came hard. It was impossible to defend from them all. We were out gunned and out numbered. It was a nightmare. We were chased out to all the corners of the Sirius space. It was brutal... the once proud freelancers were killed on sight, their women mercifully dock raped and their children... well... most of them were sent for special breeding, to become the enemy's most lethal killers and murderers... to become men strapped down of feelings, never to emote in their begotten lives. They were to be bred to kill..."
"... we were on the run. We left everything at home, taking with us only our most cherished possessions… I turned around and looked upon my deserted giga-hotel, which I build with the money I was earning from the drug-smuggle runs from the far reaches such as planet Malta, shipping it straight through the Manhattan’s docking rings
, but that’s another story… We lifted from ground and in minutes to follow, planet Curacao was just a speck among the stars.
So we left.
Our heading was unclear… First we had to squeeze through the devastated Bretonian space… poor guys never stood a chance, so they are forced to join their former enemies – the Gaians – and go to exile… The Leeds system was the worst, they almost caught up with us, but then I managed to shake them of in the orange nebula cloud. After that it was pretty easy – a quick jump to the Tao systems, where we were hiding for a couple of months. Our stocks had been depleted, so we had to live from harvesting the debris that are in abundance in Tao. We were soon compromised, as expected, so we head for the Omicrons and then - into Unknown…
This is the diary of my old friend, who was lost to us… but stories like this kept us fighting and now we again gained power over our space… the server in back online, although still pretty much deserted, but hopefully, the lost will come back to play…
Stay good all,
[MwM] DJ Jazz