The Discovery of The Outlaws Ch 1 "Brust's Folly Incident"
26 Apr 2018Sku-77-s
*static*Cmdr William *static* Brust's Folly Tower *static* too hot... copy *static* for the love of Sol *static* please reduce *static* immediately reduce *static* Molly this guy wont fucking copyWilliam reached across the console of the ship, sparks flying he flinched slightly but still managed to hit the communication panel. Another could taps and he was connected to the towers flight controllers.
*static*Brust's Folly this is CMDR William currently in free fall. We would like to inform you that while vectoring thrusters are offline our communications gear obviously works better than what you're using.*static*though that last part came through crystal clear, could the FCO say hello to Molly for me. As well prepare a emergency crew for--*static*
William kicked the console, cut him off would they!
*static*This is Chief FCO for Brust's Folly, our communications system's are top notch unlike whatever piloting skills got you into that situation.
William almost laughed out loud, he would have too but Ziro had a portion of his mind occupied with calculating how much of a bitch this Molly was. [i]<She isn't aware we are quite literally one of the most effective pieces of navigational equipment created to date, mammals always make such noise over things they know little of.> Ziro's unexpected sass however did make William burst out instantly.
*static*Is something funny CMDR William? Reduce your speed as much as possible immediately. I have dispatched a crew to pad 7. You will be help accountable for all damages to the station. He could almost see the smug smile on this woman's face. Probably some uniformed performing wind-up monkey enthralled with their own cymbals.
He reached back across the console, redirecting the communication to send his responses again. *static*Listen Mammal, I mean Molly*static* He mentally thanked Ziro for the quip.
*static*I will land this damn barge as softly as possible. But any and all damages will have to be directed to the secondary faction here. Coming in hot and landing now. *static*
William reached over and flipped the communications link off. He looked at the panel for a moment, then back at the station and finally down to his sidearm.
<I've no complaints with that course of action Sir. It's not our vessel nor do we intend to stay in this port for long.>
Needless to say William felt much better after emptying a couple rounds into the communications panel itself, even if there were a few more sparks to contend with.
Now they just needed to land this beast. Type 9's were never considered graceful but even the light gravity barely a fifth of earths made her into an uncontrollable behemoth. Any normal pilot would have been praying to the star of Sol itself. William and Ziro were not, each movement over the controls and directional inputs was flawless.
The moment she needed to turn up to the stars she did her hull groaning in protest but she moved freely. Her counter burn to stop the free fall was flawless meters from the platform she stopped and tilted forward falling slowly and controlled.
The crew however, had prepared themselves far to closely. The force from the ships two main thrusters had sent more than a few rescue teams flying. From the cockpit William could see several teams were actually tending to themselves, he however had fared rather well.
<Excellent job on our part's Sir. However I imagine the welcome party may not feel the same.>
Without a doubt Ziro, however we did tell them to send any bills to the ones who run the outfit.
<Speaking of Sir, while we were landing I accessed the data banks. Chief FCO Aedraleen Molly Zamora is the contact for HIP 22224 Corp. in this system.
As William made it to the bottom of the ships landing elevator, he could see the bright lights from more than a few flashlights.
"It's not night!" William called over the wailing sirens, "so I'm going to assume those are attached to weapons of some sort?"
One of the flashlights stepped aside, and made room for a shadowed figure.
"Indeed Cmdr, seeing as you've decided to cause such a mess, the Corporation has decided to hold you until such a time as we can decide just how much of your pay we are going to dock. If not just arrest you outright for directly disobeying a Flight Control Officer, let alone the Chief Flight Controller for a Star Port."
Damn it. Ziro options?
<I would suggest we surrender and make a move at a better time, preferably when less pulse rifles are directed at us>
"I guess I'm coming with you lot then" William called back. Thankfully it wasn't like they were impounding his vessel, it was their's after all. It was just going to be nearly impossible to get back the the Stars without calling in a ship, and Ziro needed some kind of communications access for that.
The shadow said something else, or at least William thought he did but he couldn't quite understand it. The cold butt of a rifle across the back of his head however translated it perfectly.[/i]
When he finally regained his senses William was in a holding cell. He didn't even have to open his eyes to know where he was, the cold metal floor and the smell of stale vomit paired with the all to familiar crackle of a containment field let him know exactly where he was. Home or as close as they had ever known.
Perfect
<Indeed Sir, this seems to be most fortunate. They've left us in a cell with wireless terminal access. Connecting now>
Bring in the Angels and Nightmares, after this headache fades I'm not going to want to play nice.
Affirmative Sir, I agree the Hot Ice Protocol may be needed.
Bring her into a holding pattern outside the station and begin running advertisement's for local shops as a cover.
William got to his feet taking a seat on the bench next to the terminal access. He could at least sleep off this pounding headache while Ziro took care of the auto-pilot for their escape vessel.
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The office was sprawling, but hardly decorated. No chairs even for the only desk in the room. This was not a place to sit. It was a command room, a control center, not a place for sitting.
On the desk were a few items a pistol some ancient relic the idiot had brought when he crash. Confiscated as no prisoners could be allowed weapons of course, no matter how aged.
An encrypted data link, heavily encrypted indeed, it had fried the computer and several processing banks they had tried to brute force it open with. a control panel.
As well as a personal diary, a simple book but it was locked tight with a dual coding lock. It appeared to require genetic information as well as some form of high level data input.
"Aedraleen Ma'am!" Another ensign saluted and looked straight at the wall before them. Honestly she was getting tired of it, she wouldn't cut them any slack of course. She just wished these mindless drones would find some other place to exist than in her presence. Still they served their purpose.
"Update on the prisoner?" She looked out the office window, the recovery crews were still replacing the torched panels on the landing pad, the heat from that imbeciles landing had assuredly compromised their structural integrity.
"He's awake, or at least moved off the floor." The officer shuffled his feet nervously for a moment. "Ma'am we have a security report, apparently your daughter Fallon has been picked up in the Lower Sectors again."
Aedraleen exhaled slowly. "Officer do you enjoy your position?"
"Ma'am?" a nervous noise behind her, "Yes Ma'am"
"Then its such a shame you threw it away for so little. No it's not my concern. I don't care who they are related to they are simply another dissident." Aedraleen turned slowly. "Now seeing as you've felt it was needed to inform me, I have a task for you."
"Ma'am!" The Officer saluted again. Fear, fear always motivated people properly.
"Return to the cells and inform the Warden to properly question the dissident, but before he does we must ensure his methods are up to snuff."
She turned and pressed a button on her desk, two security officers entered immediately. "I believe you have a wife and daughter as well officer its a simple test. Is your training as a officer enough to keep their location safe from the training of our warden."
The color drained from the poor mans face as he felt the security officers grab his arms. Dragging him along frozen unable to move or even really comprehend his fate.
"Please do your best officer, its a shame we had to discover you to be a member of the dissident faction known as The Outlaws." Aedraleen smiled as much as she ever did, her lips curling into a thin line of venom, "No one here knows of Fallon, and Aedraleen Zamora has no daughter."
As the door slid shut with a hiss, she turned back straightening her uniform. She existed only as her rank, the oversight of the docks and flight operations were her domain. This starport existed only because she allowed it, allowed its people to eat what she allowed, read what she allowed, and to come and go as she saw fit.
Below crews were setting new panels in place, welding and bolting sheet metal unmarred by this idiotic pilots entry into her port. Soon nothing would remain of his presence, and he would be allowed to leave, or allowed to die as she saw fit.
This intrusion into her mechanical peace would be a minor thing, minor indeed she thought. No one slighted the Corporation and was allowed to roam the stars freely for long.
Venom again spread across her lips.
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Screams, wrought from the purest agony. They were merely vibrations here, silenced by entrapped beams of light that redirected such energy back into itself. Ironic for such a dark place, even the containment fields seemed to draw light into themselves instead of brightening the narrow hallway that separated the cells.
William opened his eyes ever so slightly. The screams had started around an hour ago, who ever was working away was both good at their job as well as creative he thought.
It was of no concern though. His registration, serial, and transfer papers were all up to snuff, and if the people in charge of the station didn't think so he was rather confident Ziro and he could brute force their way out without any issues. Besides the Angelica'et Malorium would be overhead soon, advertising all sorts of things on its broad comm's as a diversion. Time was the only factor in play now, and how pressed they would be for it.