Investigations

I was looking for the people behind Project ENOS. The first pieces of the puzzle were falling into place. Someone was not pleased about my investigations.

A threat became reality. I had to disappear to save my life.

Even though I was submerged, I couldn't keep my feet still. Crazy things were happening.

Discrimination, poor demand and great sunsets on Hurston.

Exciting experiences in Lorville. Not only because of the Yellowhands.

We found clues to the killer satellite. What we found was frightening.

In a cave we encountered the unexpected, the frightening.

Hope for another lead on the killer satellite.

Transport containers for dangerous goods bring new insights and questions.

A ship in which inexplicable things were going on and was a puzzle piece in the Enos puzzle.

I flew to New Babbage for Invictus Launch Week and ran into unexpected trouble.

Someone ordered special weapons from me. A dangerous search began.

We followed the tracks of the 'White Rabbit' and came across surprising things.

The situation was coming to a head. We got clues about the location of the killer satellite's warfare agent.

I was immersed and found shelter in solitude.

Kjeld did not show up for a meeting, but I found new surprising information.

I was looking for someone who could get Shubin inside information. The search turned out to be difficult.

I was supposed to meet an informant at Shubin. I had a lot of cudgels thrown between my legs.

I had a daring plan to give my Star Runner a new identity.

We decoded a message with interesting clues.

Under difficult conditions, I was able to obtain new information.

A smuggling mission took me through ice and fire.

My informer at Shubin was in danger of being exposed. Only an evacuation mission could help him.

I got a clue where Shubin's captured informant was. The price to get him back to freedom was high.

We tried to free our informant from a prisoner transport.

Root wanted torpedoes from the black market and wanted to manipulate them. I helped him get the torpedos.

We were finally able to question our informant to shed light on the dark secrets of the killer satellite.

We wanted to secure the evidence and make the killer satellite scandal public. It became a suicide mission .

Once again, I was in hiding, looking back at the plot in Stanton.

Was the imprint cheating death, or was I cheating myself? I weighed the risks of the bioscan.

To get information about Project Enos, we tried to infiltrate a party on an 890 Jump.

I retreated to take a breath and analyzed the information from Project Enos.