CMDR Albino Sanchez

​Core Business

My time in Colonia was like a breath of fresh air but now it was back to business, the main business that is. Space Force had a single task and that as you know was to spread the word of Zarek Null or stamp out any disbelievers. Of course, the stamping out was always my favourite part. The Distant Worlds Expedition had swung core-wards and were heading to Sagittarius A. Their aim was to build a scientific research station there. This did not sit well with the Overlord. Our fleet drifted out of Colonia as it drifted in, the Colonia citizens breathed a huge sigh of relief.




Already the Distant Worlds fleet was in a state of extreme decline. Less than a quarter of the Commanders that signed up had made it to the centre. We are proud that we helped in that statistic. Like moths to a flame the explorers were drawn to the new station, Explorers Anchorage situated 9 lightyears from Sagittarius. Quite simply put they were queueing up to die. I had been in the system less than 30 seconds before I was travelling the blue tunnel pulling some unfortunate from Supercruise and introducing him to my hardpoints. He had the choice to accept the Overlord but he wouldn’t. His fate was decided by his own actions.




Geared up for mining the expeditionaries were there mining to help build the new station. Maximising capacity over survivability as only explorers can do. If I thought their explorer ships were weak then I was simply amazed at how their mining builds performed. They are so predictable they made life easy for us. Being explorers, they couldn’t stay away anything interesting and many fell foul of Zareks forces ensconced in Sagittarius. I took a few kills there sending more than a couple back to the bubble to be re-educated. The Lawfuls tried their best, but were nothing more than a minor irritation. Their tactic was to disrupt more than anything else, they failed massively in their efforts.



As the explorer’s efforts to build the station came to a climax the unexpected call to desist was sounded, it was done. The itch to keep on destroying was strong however none would dare disobey the Overlord. Thousands had been killed, millions of lightyears had been travelled all in the name of Zarek Null. An emptiness welled within me. I was at a loss and only one thing would ever satiate that void, but for now the killing was done. Over 3000 ships destroyed and along with it the hopes and dreams of a generation of explorers. Zarek was content with the results and for now the Explorers should reconsider his offer for negotiations while they can.





Right now for me?? well i am just going to mosey along down the road and see what falls in my lap.You will see me again i am pretty sure of that.

Death Under Amethyst Skies

Colonia, that little patch of space often seen as an oasis from the squalor of the populated bubble. It was inevitable that the weary travellers would seek somewhere to rest and repair. I sat in Colonia system for a few days watching the increasing traffic. It was hard to tell who was a local and who was transiting through. The answer of course was to kill them all. With that decided the purge began. I had noticed that my usual loadout was effective as long as I could keep the target contained, but my job was to get it over and done with in quick time. Change was needed. I had some presents on their way from the bubble for that very purpose.



My fellow Cmdrs, seeing the opportunity soon began to amass in the region. Between us we had the place locked down. No one was moving without one of us knowing. I shipped out some hardware to make life a little more “fun”, well fun for me anyway. There was little resistance but one or two fancied their chances. The locals were forced into hiding. Wars raged in nearby systems and I took the opportunity to keep my eye in and settle some old scores.


Kills came easy and the amethyst heavens definitely seem to have taken on a blood red tinge while we were there. The crew managed to get together for a short while at the Bone Yard in Canis Subridens. Space Force drifted away but I was still awaiting my new hardware arriving, as I waited, I spread the Overlords word. If they did not know who Zarek Null was before I am sure they do now. The local do-gooders rounded up a posse to chase off the outlaws. They failed magnificently. Their very best was nothing short of dismal to be honest.


Space Force assemble


After some days in the nebula I took delivery of a unique set of weapons that I had shipped from the bubble. Simply put Pacifiers are devastating, low heat, low power high damage. The ideal weapons for the task ahead. I was itching to test them out. Teamed with a set of rails they transformed my ship into an all-out killing machine. The Population of Colonia was markedly less at the end of that day. Ships just melted away under fire. The death toll grew longer. If it sounds so matter of fact that’s because that’s what it means to me now. My hands are so bloodied it does not seem to matter anymore. No remorse, no second thoughts just the overwhelming urge to destroy in the name of the Overlord.



Taking every opportunity to spread the word I took kills everywhere, my confidence grew, my senses sharpened, those chance kills that weeks ago I might not have looked at, they were becoming my adrenaline. I was becoming the killer I should always have been. My past was gone, I was and am Albino Sanchez and I kill for the Overlord.

Kill after Kill

As the kill count climbed the explorers began to change their behaviours out went the celebratory mass jumps in favour of more demure and safe launches at their own pace. The doubters raised their heads claiming it was all a conspiracy and that the kill count was fabricated, I say to those people to go ask the people that are salting they will verify it first-hand. Zareks Will was being shared with the galaxy although not every one was happy to receive it. The assassins mocked the weak-willed explorers and performed their own celebratory launches in the form of mass jumps and Phantom stacks. Hell, we even used their refuelling crews to top our tanks up at the conflux.



The conflux was a melting pot of destruction, the “Lawfuls” without their precious station to hide behind found it hard going they struggled to make any impact on us, our numbers had thinned but we were sufficient in numbers to maintain constant pressure on the explorers. They continued to fall although their numbers were getting lower. Over 2000 of the 11000 cmdrs that claim to have set out had been destroyed, their rescue pods meaning that some were destroyed numerous times, and god knows how many were left stranded on the surface in their SRV’s returning from there ambling to discover a molten shattered wreck of their ship. Our fleet was fractured with enclaves spread across Omega Sector and the Conflux for a few days, but we gathered in numbers as they prepared to move onto Shephard Shallows and Waypoint 4.



I think many explorers were genuinely surprised that these city slickers in their combat fit ships were still able to keep pace, or even had the will power to keep up. All this proved our very point that survivability is key and their refusal to listen was affecting their numbers hugely. It is true to say it was tough going Geosite 16 provided little fruit in terms of numbers but the quality of kills was unparalleled. Each charred wreckage was a victory for the Space Force, no matter who took the kill it was a kill for all of us. Many of the assassins had taken the chance to head back and reoutfit for the long dark route ahead. But once again the distant world journey took an unexpected turn heading back to the safety of Polo Harbour despite claims that they would not see a station for several more weeks. The panic was rising.



Space Force was now acting on several fronts with expeditionary sortie’s into likely ambush sites and the rest split between Polo Harbour and the Shallows of Waypoint 4. Kills still come although unsurprisingly less than before. We are not surprised by this, but equally are undeterred. Many of the explorers have failed to make it this far, some underestimating what was required of them, some given up after losing everything and some just dismayed and disheartened at Fleetcomm’s inability to offer them reasonable safety. Ironically several members of the force have had the accolade of Elite Explorer bestowed upon them by the Pilots Federation. Something I am sure will not sit well with some.


Right now, I personally have taken a detour as I sit in Colonia, there has been news of Cmdrs arriving there to escape the monotony of the grind and possibly the bloodshed. Well I have news for you, it does not stop here. We are watching, we are waiting and we will find you.



Let The Fury Begin.

It is strange how life works, you are an honest law-abiding citizen serving your employer one moment and the next, well you find yourself at the opposite end of the scale. I would not say I was a bad person but more chaotically aligned and just never knew it. My name is Albino Sanchez I was formerly a courier for the independent governments in communist space, but now I am an assassin.

You might ask how you can make that change so glibly, but the simple answer is that when you have to, you really do have to. You fall in with the wrong lot and botch up one job and they end up owning you. It started small with low level Merchant eliminations, I guess they were testing me out for larger things. They clearly saw some glimmer of ability and attitude. By “they” I mean the Galactic Overlord and his minions. Zarek Null is everywhere. You simply cannot avoid him or be affected by his ever-expanding reach.


Distant Ganks 2 is an initiative to rival Distant Worlds, the premise was simple follow them and kill as many of them as you can. Strangely enough I found myself quite adept at this, my history of long-range exploration made me ideally suited for this kind of activity. The killing just comes easy. Pallaeni was pure carnage. Many explorers fell at the very first hurdle hundreds died in the onslaught as they scurried for the safety of the black. Explorer after explorer fell at the hands of the murderers. I would like to say I felt a sliver of remorse but no, the truth being the more blood you shed the more you want. Explorers are renowned for those min/max ship builds for that extra 0.1ly of range. Oblivious to the potential dangers they blindly trust in those that simply do not know. They made it easy.



As they fled to the black and regrouped, they felt safe, many thinking the danger was behind them. The danger was simply tailing them and they would not realise it till it was too late. Space Force were not so blind to the outfitting requirements of such a Journey, sacrificing jump range for survivability their crafts were far superior and given the fragility of many of the explorers were just too effective at their purpose. The other advantage Space Force had was team work, they worked together for those kills delighting in each and every one as a whole.

Omega Mining was equally as deadly with only the dedicated assassins making the first stop, these were the Cmdrs that would make it to Beagle Point. Defenders grouped to protect the explorers, they claimed a small number of scalps but they also sustained heavy losses. My kill count was climbing, I had already breached my target but felt the need for more. Their paper ships simply folded before our very hardpoints.


Now throughout this time many explorers decried the activities of Space Force the Salt was immense. No one was capable of protecting these people and they knew it. Fear was spread through the Explorer fleet as their numbers continued to fall. The only safe region they had was under the protection of Fleetcomm, that in itself is merely a vision of protection, there were undoubtedly people infiltrating that organisation and had been for a long time. They knew this and this worried them.

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