{"data":{"id":14480,"title":"BOotyCall: Cleaning House","rsi_url":"https:\/\/robertsspaceindustries.com\/comm-link\/spectrum-dispatch\/14480-BOotyCall-Cleaning-House","api_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-links\/14480","api_public_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/comm-links\/14480","channel":"Undefined","category":"Undefined","series":"News Update","images":[{"id":403,"name":"BootyCallFI4.jpg","rsi_url":"https:\/\/robertsspaceindustries.com\/media\/7ryotyq0vt8qlr\/source\/BootyCallFI4.jpg","alt":"","size":1916977,"mime_type":"image\/jpeg","last_modified":"2016-08-05T15:31:22+00:00","api_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/403","similar_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/403\/similar"},{"id":26463,"name":"source.jpg","rsi_url":"https:\/\/media.robertsspaceindustries.com\/weozjmuuh3hwh\/source.jpg","alt":"","size":843046,"mime_type":"image\/jpeg","last_modified":"2019-09-19T15:49:32+00:00","api_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/26463","similar_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/26463\/similar"},{"id":27892,"name":"source.jpg","rsi_url":"https:\/\/media.robertsspaceindustries.com\/w3o9r4zgppm77\/source.jpg","alt":"","size":900916,"mime_type":"image\/jpeg","last_modified":"2021-09-06T14:48:40+00:00","api_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/27892","similar_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/27892\/similar"}],"images_count":8,"translations":{"en_EN":"ERROR\u2026\u2026\u2026>>\nCOMM\/SEC INTERRUPT\nUNAUTH SIGNAL >>\nSIGNAL FOUND\nBOotyCall coming in loud and clear, but this isn\u2019t going to be Jester\u2019s normal jaw session of fun facts from the flipside of the law. No, today your beloved Jester is slicing into the Spectrum with a purpose. So put down your drink, dice, knife or whatever else you got your grubby hands on and pay as much attention as your blasted-out minds can muster to this here warning -\n\nTo the outlaw who has been ghostin\u2019 haulers in Oberon, knock it the hell off.\n\nSeriously.\n\nThere\u2019s a right way and a wrong way to do things, and shooting every damned pod you float across is for blasted sure the DAMN WRONG WAY!\n\nAs many of you know, there\u2019s healthy trade to be had picking up haulers coming from the Gonn mine fields, but that\u2019s all pretty much gone to rot ever since the MDK rate shot through the bloody atmosphere. In the last six months since this sadistic dredge has started operatin\u2019 there\u2019s been twenty-three reports of rescue pod\u2019s being ghosted. Twenty-three. And that\u2019s just the reported ones. Cargo\u2019s done dried to a drip. Any cratelug with an ounce of self-preservation\u2019s been avoiding the area like the shrimp at a Banu buffet. And those haulers filled with enough can-do spirit to make the run are hiring mercs like their lives depend on it. Which thanks to this cockup flying about, they very well do.\n\nGet this. After spending two week on the hunt, my crew and I had only seen a single \u2019lancer. And guess how many Hornies were along for the ride? For a single little hold full of vanadium that bastard hauler had contracted a full-on fleet of five for-hire fighters from NightCap Corp. In normal times, a grab like that wouldn\u2019t be worth a second glance, but during a drought, you see a drop of water, you damn well drink. Rollback, Pizzle, Headcase and I go in blazing hot and we came out with two crates of ore still intact and with Pizzle and his Cutlass never to fly again.\n\nNow sure, Pizzle knew the cost of the game. Sometimes the luck doesn\u2019t fall your way and no one would claim Pizzle was an ace by any stretch. And yeah, it cranks me when some pissant who can\u2019t keep their gun in check comes along and ruins it for the rest of us hard working types. But even with all that in the mix, this is bigger than me just whinging about my job being hard, or looking to settle a score for a fallen friend. This is about all of us and our way of life.\n\nYesterday the reports came in that the twenty-third hauler was ghosted. And today? Today was the day that Jester learned the Navy issued orders to a battlegroup to come and poke its nose in our business. That, my scavs, is the final straw.\n\nYou think the Navy care whether they take out a good honest pirate or some creepin\u2019 psychopath? It\u2019s all the same to them. They\u2019re going to sweep the system and they\u2019re going to sweep it clean. That means it\u2019s up to us to do the housekeeping before they show up. We need to stop this sick murdering cutthroat before all of us hang with him. I reached out, called in favors, and I am pleased as punch to announce that the Council\u2019s agreed to put together a bloodprice of a hundred thousand creds for this fine specimen\u2019s head. Now the real hunt is on. Listen good, all you right and proper proxies. I want you to get out there, find whoever\u2019s responsible for this mess and end it.\n\nAnd so I give one last warning to the outlaw who has been ghostin\u2019 haulers in Oberon. You\u2019ve messed up and now you\u2019re going to die.\n\nI guess that wasn\u2019t really much of warning. More just me tellin\u2019 the truth of things.\n\nBOotyCall out.\n\nEND TRANSMISSION","de_DE":"FEHLER................>>\nCOMM\/SEC INTERRUPT\nUNAUTH SIGNAL >>\nSIGNALFONDS\nB0otyCall kommt laut und deutlich, aber das wird nicht Jesters normale Kiefer Sitzung mit lustigen Fakten von der R\u00fcckseite des Gesetzes sein. Nein, heute schneidet dein geliebter Narr mit einem bestimmten Zweck in das Spektrum. Also legt euren Drink, die W\u00fcrfel, das Messer oder was auch immer, ihr habt eure schmutzigen H\u00e4nde an und schenkt so viel Aufmerksamkeit, wie euer ausgebrannter Verstand zu dieser Warnung hier aufbringen kann -\n\nAn den Gesetzlosen, der in Oberon Geisterschlepper war, schlag ihn zur H\u00f6lle.\n\nIm Ernst.\n\nEs gibt einen richtigen und einen falschen Weg, um Dinge zu tun, und das Schie\u00dfen auf jede verdammte Kapsel, \u00fcber die du f\u00e4hrst, ist f\u00fcr alle, die sicher sind, dass der DAMN WRONG WAY!\n\nWie viele von euch wissen, gibt es einen gesunden Handel mit Schleppern, die von den Gonn-Minenfeldern kommen, aber das ist alles ziemlich verrottet, seit die MDK-Rate durch die blutige Atmosph\u00e4re schoss. In den letzten sechs Monaten, seit dieser sadistische Bagger in Betrieb genommen wurde, gab es 23 Berichte dar\u00fcber, dass Rettungskapseln ghosting. Dreiundzwanzig. Und das sind nur die gemeldeten. Die Ladung ist trocken bis zum Tropfen. Jeder Kratzer mit einem Gramm Selbsterhaltung hat den Bereich wie die Garnelen an einem Banu-Buffet vermieden. Und die Schlepper, die mit genug Geist gef\u00fcllt sind, um den Lauf zu machen, stellen S\u00f6ldner ein, von denen ihr Leben abh\u00e4ngt. Was dank dieses herumfliegenden Schwanzes sehr gut funktioniert.\n\nH\u00f6r dir das an. Nachdem wir zwei Wochen auf der Jagd verbracht hatten, hatten meine Crew und ich nur eine einzige Lanze gesehen. Und rate mal, wie viele Hornies f\u00fcr die Fahrt dabei waren? F\u00fcr einen einzigen kleinen Laderaum voller Vanadium hatte dieser Bastard-Schlepper eine komplette Flotte von f\u00fcnf Jagdflugzeugen von NightCap Corp. unter Vertrag genommen. In normalen Zeiten w\u00e4re ein solcher Griff keinen zweiten Blick wert, aber w\u00e4hrend einer D\u00fcrre sieht man einen Tropfen Wasser, man trinkt verdammt gut. Rollback, Pizzle, Headcase und ich gehen in gl\u00fchender Hitze und wir kamen mit zwei Kisten Erz heraus, die noch intakt waren, und mit Pizzle und seinem Entermesser, um nie wieder zu fliegen.\n\nNun sicher, Pizzle kannte die Kosten des Spiels. Manchmal f\u00e4llt das Gl\u00fcck nicht von selbst und niemand w\u00fcrde behaupten, dass Pizzle ein Ass war. Und ja, es kitzelt mich, als ein Pissant, der seine Waffe nicht im Zaum halten kann, vorbeikommt und sie f\u00fcr den Rest von uns hart arbeitenden Typen ruiniert. Aber selbst mit all dem im Mix ist das gr\u00f6\u00dfer, als wenn ich nur dar\u00fcber jammerte, dass mein Job hart ist, oder wenn ich eine Rechnung f\u00fcr einen gefallenen Freund begleichen wollte. Es geht um uns alle und unsere Lebensweise.\n\nGestern kamen die Berichte, dass der 23. Spediteur ghosting. Und heute? Heute war der Tag, an dem Nester erfuhr, dass die Marine einer Schlachtgruppe befahl, zu kommen und ihre Nase in unser Gesch\u00e4ft zu stecken. Das, meine Aasfresser, ist der letzte Strohhalm.\n\nGlaubst du, die Navy interessiert es, ob sie einen guten, ehrlichen Piraten oder einen schleichenden Psychopathen ausschaltet? F\u00fcr sie ist das alles dasselbe. Sie werden das System durchsuchen und sie werden es sauber durchsuchen. Das hei\u00dft, es liegt an uns, die Hausarbeit zu erledigen, bevor sie auftauchen. Wir m\u00fcssen diesen kranken M\u00f6rder aufhalten, bevor wir alle mit ihm rumh\u00e4ngen. Ich streckte die Hand aus, rief Gef\u00e4lligkeiten ein, und ich freue mich, als Punsch ank\u00fcndigen zu k\u00f6nnen, dass der Rat zugestimmt hat, einen Blutpreis von hunderttausend Kreiden f\u00fcr den Kopf dieses sch\u00f6nen Exemplars zusammenzustellen. Jetzt ist die eigentliche Jagd im Gange. H\u00f6rt gut zu, ihr alle, ihr richtigen und ordentlichen Vertreter. Ich will, dass du da raus gehst, denjenigen findest, der f\u00fcr dieses Chaos verantwortlich ist, und es beendest.\n\nUnd so gebe ich dem Gesetzlosen, der in Oberon Geisterschlepper war, eine letzte Warnung. Du hast Mist gebaut und jetzt wirst du sterben.\n\nIch sch\u00e4tze, das war nicht wirklich eine gro\u00dfe Warnung. Mehr nur, dass ich die Wahrheit \u00fcber die Dinge sage.\n\nB0otyCall out.\n\nEND\u00dcBERTRAGUNG","zh_CN":"ERROR\u2026\u2026\u2026>>\nCOMM\/SEC INTERRUPT\nUNAUTH SIGNAL >>\nSIGNAL FOUND\nBOotyCall coming in loud and clear, but this isn\u2019t going to be Jester\u2019s normal jaw session of fun facts from the flipside of the law. No, today your beloved Jester is slicing into the Spectrum with a purpose. So put down your drink, dice, knife or whatever else you got your grubby hands on and pay as much attention as your blasted-out minds can muster to this here warning -\n\nTo the outlaw who has been ghostin\u2019 haulers in Oberon, knock it the hell off.\n\nSeriously.\n\nThere\u2019s a right way and a wrong way to do things, and shooting every damned pod you float across is for blasted sure the DAMN WRONG WAY!\n\nAs many of you know, there\u2019s healthy trade to be had picking up haulers coming from the Gonn mine fields, but that\u2019s all pretty much gone to rot ever since the MDK rate shot through the bloody atmosphere. In the last six months since this sadistic dredge has started operatin\u2019 there\u2019s been twenty-three reports of rescue pod\u2019s being ghosted. Twenty-three. And that\u2019s just the reported ones. Cargo\u2019s done dried to a drip. Any cratelug with an ounce of self-preservation\u2019s been avoiding the area like the shrimp at a Banu buffet. And those haulers filled with enough can-do spirit to make the run are hiring mercs like their lives depend on it. Which thanks to this cockup flying about, they very well do.\n\nGet this. After spending two week on the hunt, my crew and I had only seen a single \u2019lancer. And guess how many Hornies were along for the ride? For a single little hold full of vanadium that bastard hauler had contracted a full-on fleet of five for-hire fighters from NightCap Corp. In normal times, a grab like that wouldn\u2019t be worth a second glance, but during a drought, you see a drop of water, you damn well drink. Rollback, Pizzle, Headcase and I go in blazing hot and we came out with two crates of ore still intact and with Pizzle and his Cutlass never to fly again.\n\nNow sure, Pizzle knew the cost of the game. Sometimes the luck doesn\u2019t fall your way and no one would claim Pizzle was an ace by any stretch. And yeah, it cranks me when some pissant who can\u2019t keep their gun in check comes along and ruins it for the rest of us hard working types. But even with all that in the mix, this is bigger than me just whinging about my job being hard, or looking to settle a score for a fallen friend. This is about all of us and our way of life.\n\nYesterday the reports came in that the twenty-third hauler was ghosted. And today? Today was the day that Jester learned the Navy issued orders to a battlegroup to come and poke its nose in our business. That, my scavs, is the final straw.\n\nYou think the Navy care whether they take out a good honest pirate or some creepin\u2019 psychopath? It\u2019s all the same to them. They\u2019re going to sweep the system and they\u2019re going to sweep it clean. That means it\u2019s up to us to do the housekeeping before they show up. We need to stop this sick murdering cutthroat before all of us hang with him. I reached out, called in favors, and I am pleased as punch to announce that the Council\u2019s agreed to put together a bloodprice of a hundred thousand creds for this fine specimen\u2019s head. Now the real hunt is on. Listen good, all you right and proper proxies. I want you to get out there, find whoever\u2019s responsible for this mess and end it.\n\nAnd so I give one last warning to the outlaw who has been ghostin\u2019 haulers in Oberon. You\u2019ve messed up and now you\u2019re going to die.\n\nI guess that wasn\u2019t really much of warning. More just me tellin\u2019 the truth of things.\n\nBOotyCall out.\n\nEND TRANSMISSION"},"links_count":0,"comment_count":135,"created_at":"2015-02-04T00:00:00+00:00","created_at_human":"11 years ago"},"meta":{"processed_at":"2026-05-08 19:15:27","valid_relations":["images","links"],"prev_id":14479,"next_id":14481}}