Post by Harker on Aug 23, 2013 19:15:02 GMT 1
Harker was a lot smarter than his fellow man, he knew that the moment he'd encountered a derelict ship in space he could connect to the Galaxies galactic network frequencies and begin his journey without ever being stopped and processed. The moment he got into the galactic network he began hacking away at coding and into sites registering his ship, the Diabolus, registering his company, and opened several bank accounts dumping every asset he had into them.
Harker Industries was now on the horizon, the only thing left was to get noticed, and the only way to do that was to get to the citadel, the problem was that his ship wasn't technically registered under their secure databank despite it being registered under a ship registration. His approach vector was subtle knowing all too well that his ship was designed for combat and would look like an oncoming threat if he didn't go by the books on this one.
"This is Constantine Harker of the Diabolus requesting docking permissions."
There was silence for a good minute, followed by, "I understand, the problem is that we don't have you registered under the databank."
"I see, I have my registration on hand if you'd like me to forward it over to you. There might be a error since this ship is pretty much brand new."
"I'll see what I can do."
"Please see to it."
He would stand at the deck of his ship looming toward the Citadel and watching the warships get into position to fire on his ship. He was ready for that as well, they didn't nominate him for smartest man in Isafaro for so long without a good reason, granted, that was when the Vulture rigged the votes... and when he worked for the Vulture...
Harker Industries was now on the horizon, the only thing left was to get noticed, and the only way to do that was to get to the citadel, the problem was that his ship wasn't technically registered under their secure databank despite it being registered under a ship registration. His approach vector was subtle knowing all too well that his ship was designed for combat and would look like an oncoming threat if he didn't go by the books on this one.
"This is Constantine Harker of the Diabolus requesting docking permissions."
There was silence for a good minute, followed by, "I understand, the problem is that we don't have you registered under the databank."
"I see, I have my registration on hand if you'd like me to forward it over to you. There might be a error since this ship is pretty much brand new."
"I'll see what I can do."
"Please see to it."
He would stand at the deck of his ship looming toward the Citadel and watching the warships get into position to fire on his ship. He was ready for that as well, they didn't nominate him for smartest man in Isafaro for so long without a good reason, granted, that was when the Vulture rigged the votes... and when he worked for the Vulture...
