There isn't much important to document about a standard civilian. Maverick O'Howell, Rookie pilot out of West Point Academy and Virginia Naval school, a man seeks purpose in his life. Spending the last several years prior to, as a trader in 788, Police officer in 790. Thinking he found his calling serving the Republic, Maverick O'Howell, still in his youth signed up for the Liberty Navy and became a mechanic on the Juneau Shipyard in 798 A.S. Working on secret ships, commandeered from Rheinland, ships of the Liberty Navy, seeing the technology in person wasn't enough. He wanted to see it in action. He saw himself serving the vast and powerful house of Liberty from the standpoint of the Naval base and all he's learned.
Working up the ranks and beginning to fly for the first time in a standard issue snub 'Guardian' class fighter that he owned from the Police, refitted for a war he knew not he would participate in, to being assigned as a technician on an Overlord class dreadnaught. The ship itself, dubbed the Cincinnati, grew on Maverick. Friends and gentleman of the ship became family. Until the ship's first encounter with nomadic related entities that infested the Alaska system. The call of battle. The heat of the moment. Fueled by adrenaline. Receiving the rush he so desired in his life in the year 800 A.S. right at the start of the Nomadic War.
Maverick knew this was it. A junky, needing to live his life, aboard a mighty vessel. Saving his section and quarters of the ship as just a tech, and a shipmate in particular named Sylus, who would have died on the Cincinnati if Maverick had not helped him off the collapsing floor. Being awarded a rank up and various medals and ribbons and assuming injuries himself, he pressed on. The hospital bed wasn't for him or his new found friend Sylus. Returning to duty each time. Eventually assuming the captain's helm and commander of the Cincinnati when the original admiralty of the ship suffered major fatalities when the bridge was struck heavily by an ice chunk within Alaska, ripping the Bridge clean off the shell in Mid 800 A.S. merely months into the war. Maverick became friends with a captain named Jack O'Neill, of the 5th fleet. Jack, The commander of the Odyssey, and Maverick, commander of the Cincinnati, flew together against nomadic invasion. Sylus, backing Maverick with his life, was the second in command and under direct order of Maverick.
The 5th Fleet broke apart after the Republic's recovery in 806 A.S, yet Jack and Maverick still fought on together against the Rheinlandic house. Pushing as far as New Berlin, defending Hudson and Bering systems. Receding back into Texas and even sometimes New York. The battles were fierce. The toll taken on many men. Only a handful of the original crew still stand on the Cincinnati. Battle hardened and ready. Brothers in arms. Come in at the turn of the new age; a new house threatens Sirius and Liberty alike. Gallia knocks on the doors of Glory with their biddings of monopoly. Bretonia under heavy siege, Liberty sends help and fights a war on two fronts. Even as far as being hit with an Embargo from Kusari to the North, Outcast capital vessels run rampant in the house space, Rogue "Scylla" class destroyers run amuck, Maverick, Jack, and Sylus never faltered in the Odyssey and Cincinnati. Being the strike force of Liberty, Maverick joins his most loyal of friends within the 5th Fleet in 820 A.S.
Maverick fought On the home front and even went so far as to test various weapons for the 5th fleet and offer his own mechanical advices. The Cincinnati itself intervened during the Bethlehem Crisis, where various parties would use the freeport's protection policy to avoid apprehension.
Maverick himself, managed to Make friends with the Junker Congress. At one time, Assisting and aiding in the defence of a Congress Barge. A ship very unique and equally inspiring.
Talking amongst the congressman and making friends and small talk. Assisting in escorts. Helping Congressman across the systems of Liberty even during the times the Congress were being harassed by the navy. Maverick is unsure, yet he feels he is one of the Congress' only Naval ally's. To this day, The leader of the Congress has yet to replace Maverick's captain seat with one more comfortable for an old body.
While on patrol around Liberty, Maverick O'Howell noticed a gentleman lurking about Liberty. Watching the Cincinnati. Him and a fellow freelancer of his would sit and watch Cincinnati at a distance. Minutes to hours on end. Maverick knew but never minded. Untill one day, A man named Joshua Hunt requested to have a word with him somewhere private. What ensued.... would change Maverick's life for a stranger route. Maverick would be needed for a mission and the Cincinnati would be best suited, said Joshua. Untill a nomad, Larger than the Cincinnati itself, attacked. Lost. Drifting. And surviving with the remnants of his crew, Maverick pulled through when an LSF patrol got them back to safety, moored to Juneau shipyard. There, Maverick used his knowledge of shipbuilding to get his hands dirty And help repair the Cincinnati himself.
Days pass. The Cincinnati patrolled day in, day out. Sometimes even leaving for unknown places for unknown times on end to re-train crew he needed amongst the Cincinnati, just as he had once before. Sylus, his Lieutenant, would even help the 5th Fleet with a base project to increase the protection of the Alaska system. Maverick would accompany sometimes just to have a euphoric feeling of the days long ago, before the wars. But a shortcoming within the 5th was not known to him. Constant denial. Possible mistrust. Maverick himself felt distant from the Fleet he was nearly bred into.
Feeling betrayed by his own brethren, His own brothers in Arms themselves, Maverick thought to himself "What does Liberty have for me now?" He tired of the droll that Liberty had brought him. As if he was never there. Maverick's mind works. And twists. Until he receives a message from someone mentioning the name Joshua Hunt. Rage courses through him. Vengeance to the man name Hunt, for endangering Maverick's crew, Destroying his ship. Maverick, Once married during his 20 years of naval service, Now divorced, he crumbles. Feelings emerge within a man once on an adrenaline rush, to rage, to sorrow, to betrayal, Maverick snaps.
He can no longer stand being within a house of many memories and resentment. He must leave it all behind. As the decision he makes becomes clear, A reborn enemy of Liberty, A legionnaire assault force arrives within the Heart of New York just as the Cincinnati, Maverick, Sylus, And crew had made the decision to take up on the offer. Leaving Liberty, Jack, The 5th, the ex, the war's, everything behind. Maverick passes by the old base one last time, Laughing. Almost with a twisted mind. on his way to the gate and turning a blind eye to the assault team making way to the station of the ones Maverick once called Family.
The.Cincinnati - Maverick O'Howell, Sylus, and 199 Family members.
Maverick spent a couple of days within Liberty with his crew and Sylus. Himself and crew proceeded to party. Drink. And indulge themselves in celebration of starting a new life somewhere that wasn't a battle ridden place like Liberty. They did little of anything that related to a patrol, He more or less just cruised around. Begoing to places that held dear to him. Places like Texas, where the Battle of Houston took place. On over To Ames, Planet Los Angeles. Manhattan. Grabbing pictures of these locations. Not knowing why, He did anyway. Maverick was torn. He wanted to leave so desperately. But he wanted to bring Liberty with him. Liberty's hussle and bussle passed by Maverick. He took notice. But he never minded it, lost within his sanity.
[10.12.2015 21:43:50] A/)-Sapphire.Raven: Have fun with the Navy I guess.
[10.12.2015 21:44:03] First.Snow: How mean.
[10.12.2015 21:44:03] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Someone say Navy?
[10.12.2015 21:44:24] Tommy.Vengeance: Mav seen any Core vessels this way?
[10.12.2015 21:44:38] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Aye. They went that way. *Points to LA*
[10.12.2015 21:44:56] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Oh, And there goes a pirate. *maverick Laughs in hysteria*
[10.12.2015 21:45:25] =Rogue=: Pie Rats? Who the hell would eat pie from a rat?
[10.12.2015 21:45:26] A/)-Sapphire.Raven: A Zoner cruiser? Eh. Whatever.
[10.12.2015 21:45:39] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Whoo... Don't that just beat all. Going to miss this place...
[10.12.2015 21:45:39] First.Snow: Hey. What beef do you have with the navy?
[10.12.2015 21:45:55] [HF]-HFB-Ven'Gyr: Dornan: Specifically steak, not beef.
[10.12.2015 21:46:16] First.Snow: What kind though
[10.12.2015 21:46:18] =Rogue=: *Sniff sniff.* Hey, a Hellbutts.
[10.12.2015 21:46:32] Jeff.Harvey: Um
[10.12.2015 21:46:39] Jeff.Harvey: There's a Zoner Cruiser just sitting here
[10.12.2015 21:46:42] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Oh and the Xeno's too..
[10.12.2015 21:46:48] Beano.Xeno: Ay oh ay oh ay oh
[10.12.2015 21:47:01] =Rogue=: It's illegal in Liberty. LNS, assemble and kill it with holy fire of Only and One Liberty.
[10.12.2015 21:47:22] The.Cincinnati: Mav: And a Bunds...
[10.12.2015 21:47:28] Neuberger: You know it.
[10.12.2015 21:47:30] Neuberger: Grabbing some food.
[10.12.2015 21:47:44] The.Cincinnati: Mav: The things Liberty has become...
[10.12.2015 21:47:51] Neuberger: Los Angeles loves giving out food!
[10.12.2015 21:47:59] Neuberger: Cincinnati... do you even know what we are doing right now?
[10.12.2015 21:48:18] The.Cincinnati: Mav: No, Pilot.
[10.12.2015 21:48:20] Neuberger: We're bringing food to starving people on Munich.
[10.12.2015 21:48:25] Neuberger: That's a good thing for once.
[10.12.2015 21:48:25] The.Lines: Excuse me!
[10.12.2015 21:49:03] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Cincinnati is just getting one last look of everything. *Maverick chuckles some* Cause it's all we'll have left...
[10.12.2015 21:50:48] Francois.Methot: Wooow all those Navys here
[10.12.2015 21:51:03] Francois.Methot: Am i still on Bounty Board?
[10.12.2015 21:51:18] The.Cincinnati: Mav: I dunno. Has anyone found you?
[10.12.2015 21:51:41] Francois.Methot: Yeah ... Carrier and Gunboat just passed me *laughs* soo i Guess...no
[10.12.2015 21:51:55] The.Cincinnati: *Maverick and crew laugh*
[10.12.2015 21:52:22] Francois.Methot: *laughs* Lucky little Freelancer *laughs again*
His crew were on board for whatever Maverick had in store for them. They were following him blindly, even half maddened, behind their captain faithfully. Even going to the extent of helping Maverick gain these Images.
Eventually, The Cincinnati was contacted by his former Fleet Admiral, Jack O'neill while the Cincinnati was traveling on impulse speed down the lanes in Colorado to Kepler, where Maverick would get one of Ames.
[10.12.2015 22:00:22] 5th|Jack.O'neill: *incoming transmission* accept y/n?*
[10.12.2015 22:01:06] The.Cincinnati: *Maverick sees the incoming message and responds* Y
[10.12.2015 22:01:25] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Greetings. I hope i'm not interrupting anything.
[10.12.2015 22:02:07] The.Cincinnati: *as the transmission opens, you hear music, Crew laughing and partying to a degree*
[10.12.2015 22:02:19] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Oh no no, nothing at all! Just... Enjoying the sights.
[10.12.2015 22:03:00] 5th|Jack.O'neill: What is that music in the background?
[10.12.2015 22:03:28] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Some easy listening and stuff. Things the crew normally wouldn't have on duty, you know.
[10.12.2015 22:03:47] 5th|Jack.O'neill: What they are not on duty now?
[10.12.2015 22:04:23] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Ha... Soon we will be, ol' friend. Soon we will. To what do I owe this message?
[10.12.2015 22:04:41] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Well i just want to talk with you.
[10.12.2015 22:04:45] 5th|Jack.O'neill: In person.
[10.12.2015 22:04:52] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Can we meet at Pueblo?
[10.12.2015 22:05:23] The.Cincinnati: Mav: The ship itself is en-route to Ames actually.
[10.12.2015 22:05:46] 5th|Jack.O'neill: There you are
[10.12.2015 22:06:16] The.Cincinnati: Mav: It's not like we go far.
[10.12.2015 22:06:23] 5th|Jack.O'neill: So. How is it going?
[10.12.2015 22:06:45] The.Cincinnati: Mav: It goes forward. That's about it, Jack.
[10.12.2015 22:07:28] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Well. Guess what. I've heard that you are planning to leave Libertzy and take the Cincinnati with you
[10.12.2015 22:08:00] The.Cincinnati: Mav: *snarks* where ever did you hear a thing like that?
[10.12.2015 22:08:17] 5th|Jack.O'neill: On the system channel of New York.
[10.12.2015 22:08:23] 5th|Jack.O'neill: 2 days ago.
[10.12.2015 22:08:26] 5th|Jack.O'neill: From you.
[10.12.2015 22:08:45] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Well, The Cincinnati is my ship.
[10.12.2015 22:08:55] 5th|Jack.O'neill: No. It's government property
[10.12.2015 22:09:25] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Liberty government would never sell a functioning battleship to anyone
[10.12.2015 22:09:32] 5th|Jack.O'neill: I tried to buy the Odyssey.
[10.12.2015 22:09:32] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Government wouldn't have been so cruel to let me continue to pilot this bag of memories if it wasn't mine.
[10.12.2015 22:09:48] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Well you are still flying as a navy officer
[10.12.2015 22:10:03] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Don't forget that.
Things were going good so far. Maverick was biding his time because he knew that Pierce from the transmission was supposed to escort the Cincinnati out of Liberty soon. Maverick was not concerned with Jack's Guardian. He was also having a heart to heart with him. As O'neill tried his damnedest to stop Maverick and reason with a madman, Maverick knew his decision was the clearest it's been. He was still going to take the Overlord out of Liberty and away from it all. Jack told Maverick about court martials. Trying to get Maverick to at least leave the Cincinnati within Liberty. Saying and pleading with everything he could. Jack in disbelief of Maverick, telling Maverick to listen to himself because he wasn't himself. Maverick responded by asking Jack "Who was I really?". On the way to Rochester and Bethlehem, His last two stops, An overlord appeared and proceeded to question the dispute between the two Naval men.
[10.12.2015 23:22:32] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: Good day, gents.
[10.12.2015 23:22:44] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Now will end his career, as a traitor
[10.12.2015 23:23:01] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: I see you're sorting out some old disputes..
[10.12.2015 23:23:10] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Ah greetings
[10.12.2015 23:23:10] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Yes. We are, Captain.
[10.12.2015 23:23:29] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Just managing a small patrol through the systems and seeing the sights.
[10.12.2015 23:23:37] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Well not exactly.
[10.12.2015 23:23:39] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: Captain of the Cincinnati, I believe your direction is deviating you a bit from the course.
[10.12.2015 23:24:00] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Maverick. Do you really want to do this?
[10.12.2015 23:24:09] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: On another note, I noticed your shields were running low.
[10.12.2015 23:24:21] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: Something going on I need to be aware of?
[10.12.2015 23:24:33] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Some malfunctions in the ship, captain. Took a hard hit from a Ransur recently.
[10.12.2015 23:24:52] 5th|Jack.O'neill: So.
[10.12.2015 23:25:09] 5th|Jack.O'neill: My your last chance to give up Maverick.
[10.12.2015 23:25:09] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: Happens to us all.
[10.12.2015 23:25:28] The.Cincinnati: Mav: And yes. O'Neill. We are. And we'll return with that mans head, mounted on the Mortar for all to see.
[10.12.2015 23:25:34] 5th|Jack.O'neill: And there it went.
[10.12.2015 23:25:40] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: Now if I may ask what is this dispute about?
[10.12.2015 23:25:57] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: You know the navy needs both of you men intact. Especially in times like these.
[10.12.2015 23:26:22] The.Cincinnati: Mav: This gent here thinks I'm delusional. You know how it goes when one's been in service for so long.
[10.12.2015 23:26:34] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Commodore Maverick O'Howell. In the name of the Republic of Liberty you are now under arrest.
[10.12.2015 23:26:42] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Talking about Gallia, and Nomadic entities...
[10.12.2015 23:26:48] The.Cincinnati: Mav: See what I'm talking about?
[10.12.2015 23:27:07] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: Please.. hold your engines.
[10.12.2015 23:27:35] 5th|Jack.O'neill: You gave me no choice Maverick.
[10.12.2015 23:27:44] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: I'm going to need a clarification on this matter.
[10.12.2015 23:27:53] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Do you wish for us to drop shields so you can come aboard and arrest me, Jack?
[10.12.2015 23:28:22] 5th|Jack.O'neill: You need to drop your shields before you can cloack so your shields are perfectly fine for now.
[10.12.2015 23:28:23] 5th|Jack.O'neill: So
[10.12.2015 23:28:47] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Clarrification, As I said. This pilot, once a former admiral of mine.
[10.12.2015 23:29:00] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: Now is one of you going to explain me -exactly- what's goin' on?
[10.12.2015 23:29:06] The.Cincinnati: Mav: He's acting as If I've done something wrong, sir.
[10.12.2015 23:29:15] 5th|Jack.O'neill: You and your crew are to answer for planning the theft of the LNS-Cinncinatti.
[10.12.2015 23:29:17] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: I'm fixin' to help ya boys.
[10.12.2015 23:29:37] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: Make that ma'am. So what's the case?
[10.12.2015 23:29:48] 5th|Jack.O'neill: And planning on defecting from the Liberty navy.
[10.12.2015 23:30:02] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Theft? Why no. This was issued to me to command, Jack.
[10.12.2015 23:30:02] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: Desertion?
[10.12.2015 23:30:08] 5th|Jack.O'neill: The blackbox of my ship recorded everything.
[10.12.2015 23:30:24] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Yet that ship still belongs to the Navy.
[10.12.2015 23:30:28] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Its not your propety
[10.12.2015 23:30:47] The.Cincinnati: Mav: And we are well aware of that. Odyssey is one of such.
[10.12.2015 23:31:09] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Yet you planned on stealing the ship.
[10.12.2015 23:31:27] The.Cincinnati: Mav: This ship is to be going undercover in the Omega's, captain. And is to be used as a vessel of ordinance and refuge.
[10.12.2015 23:31:29] 5th|Jack.O'neill: I don't need you to say it again you said it enough times back in kepler.
[[10.12.2015 23:31:50] 5th|Jack.O'neill: It's useless Maverick.
[10.12.2015 23:31:51] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: Omegas?
[10.12.2015 23:32:08] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: A lone Navy dreadnaught in the omeagas?
[10.12.2015 23:32:24] The.Cincinnati: Mav: That is correct, Sir. With enough power to be hidden and supplied for weeks.
[10.12.2015 23:32:25] 5th|Jack.O'neill: He just wants to steal the ship just so he can have his personal revenge on someone.
[10.12.2015 23:32:55] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Don't fool arround Maverick.
[10.12.2015 23:32:59] The.Cincinnati: Mav: That's only because we were talking about a gent we both disliked. That captain of the Pegasus will be found.
[10.12.2015 23:33:51] 5th|Jack.O'neill: As i said earlier, Maverick. The Cincinnati will not leave Liberty.
[10.12.2015 23:34:42] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: Now having a lone battleship in the Omegas is a no-go. I'm affraid. There's all kinds of stuff lurking around there.
[10.12.2015 23:34:50] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Oh, Jack. You care more for the ship than your own brother-in-arms.
[10.12.2015 23:35:12] The.Cincinnati: Mav: "Oh maverick, please, don't go with the ship. You can go sure... Just not the ship".
[10.12.2015 23:35:13] (Secure comm) Phantom-1: ?: Maverick O'Howell, escort is inbound. Stand by for Initiative and Auxesia forces.
[10.12.2015 23:35:18] 5th|Jack.O'neill: I only care for the people of Liberty
[10.12.2015 23:35:27] The.Cincinnati: Mav: I KNEW IT!
[10.12.2015 23:35:43] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Something I've been waiting for, for years.
[10.12.2015 23:35:54] The.Cincinnati: Mav: and it Finally hits the surface!
[10.12.2015 23:35:54] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: Easy there boys. On another note, what is your intention in the omegas?
[10.12.2015 23:36:23] 5th|Jack.O'neill: He wants to go there to kill Joshua Hunt, for ruining his life and a bunch of other stuff
[10.12.2015 23:36:31] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Black ops. Some gents have been galavanting around and come to my attention.
[10.12.2015 23:36:57] The.Cincinnati: Mav: They possess immence amounts of intel and it could be a problem if it grew into something more.
[10.12.2015 23:37:03] 5th|Jack.O'neill: BULLSH*static.**
[10.12.2015 23:37:04] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: I believe I do have clearance for that.
[10.12.2015 23:37:22] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: fill in the blanks for me.
[10.12.2015 23:37:54] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Go ahead Maverick. Tell him the full story
[10.12.2015 23:37:56] The.Cincinnati: Mav: I don't know much. But the group is said to hoard things. I haven't been told what type of intel they have.
[10.12.2015 23:37:58] 5th|Jack.O'neill: At some point
[10.12.2015 23:38:10] 5th|Jack.O'neill: He will be informed
[10.12.2015 23:38:39] The.Cincinnati: Mav: But based on what I've heard. And the things Jack and I know of a large superweapon, Then it's an issue.
[10.12.2015 23:39:09] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: Tell me more about this group please..
[10.12.2015 23:39:21] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Joshua Hunt is the man behind it. And he's a wanted man as it is. Cincinnati would be the station where I base my-
[10.12.2015 23:39:40] 5th|Jack.O'neill: operations for your revenge
[10.12.2015 23:39:58] The.Cincinnati: subterfuge. The group has no name. They haven't told me anything of their group but they are the Aegis initiative.
(Phantom-1 comes within range and assesses how to get Maverick and the 'Nati out of the situation.)
[10.12.2015 23:40:39] Phantom-1: ?: Interesting.
(Phantom-1 opens a secure Line with the Overlord)
[10.12.2015 23:40:47] Secure Line: Phantom-1: ?: Can you Cloak?
[10.12.2015 23:41:00] Secure Line: The.Cincinnati: Mav: Jack's on me with CD's like butter on bread.
[10.12.2015 23:41:23] Secure Line: Phantom-1: ?: Scans show he has about 57 left in the tank. [10.12.2015 23:41:34] The.Cincinnati: Mav: *ahem*. [10.12.2015 23:41:35] Secure Line: Phantom-1: Let me drill up a distraction.
[10.12.2015 23:41:37] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: Mhm. I see..
[10.12.2015 23:41:59] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: Either way out here in the open is no good..
[10.12.2015 23:42:21] 5th|Jack.O'neill: May i suggest Z-21?
[10.12.2015 23:42:29] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Correct. Confidential and hush hush *laughs*
[10.12.2015 23:42:44] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Hush I said *chuckles*
[10.12.2015 23:42:53] [LN]-LNS-Florida.Keys: Fieldson: *slight grin* Set course for Norfolk Shipyard if you may. I will lead.
[10.12.2015 23:43:02] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Go ahead Maverick
(Cincinnati is following The Florida Keys while Jack maintains Cincnnati's six.)
[10.12.2015 23:43:23] Secure Line: Phantom-1: Maverick, Let the Keys go first in the lane. [10.12.2015 23:43:52] The.Cincinnati: Mav: *snarks* [10.12.2015 23:43:52] Secure Line: Phantom-1: When you enter the lane, I'll disrupt it before Jack enters.
[10.12.2015 23:44:42] Secure Line: Phantom-1: Break off mid way. Should be sufficient to cloak out. RV at Cortez.
(Keys' takes the lane. Cincinnati holds for a second. Takes the lane and as plan goes, Phantom-1 Disrupts the tradelane before Jack O'neill enters. Maverick Slips out of the Tradelane half way, out of scanner range of both the Keys and Jack.)
[10.12.2015 23:44:55] Preparing to cloak... [10.12.2015 23:45:50] The.Cincinnati: Mav: The time has come.... and to think... I didn't get a shot of rochester... Or Bethlehem. Oh deary...
[10.12.2015 23:45:56] Cloaking device on [10.12.2015 23:46:05] The.Cincinnati: Cloaked and proceeding.
The First proceedings of the operation was now under way. The original Rendezvous was set for the Cortez System. Unfortunately, things don't always play in the favor of plans. Maverick was now on the run. Word would spread from all sources across Sirius. He knew that he was now wanted. Un-detered from the mission, He still proceeded as followed. Just as Maverick broke away, Sir Lagsalot, a Freelancer who seemed familiar to him, had just came through the New York Gate. In tow, was other pilots just off scanner range.
[10.12.2015 23:46:21] SirLagsalot: Hey, Mav. Did you know? [10.12.2015 23:46:51] Secure Line: Phantom-1: Which way you headed?
[10.12.2015 23:46:52] SirLagsalot: They are going to put a huge, messed up planetary bombardment tentacle on your toy?
[10.12.2015 23:47:20] The.Cincinnati: Mav: I wish I knew.... You gents must be my escort. [10.12.2015 23:47:35] Secure Line: The.Cincinnati: Ontario. En-route to the Jump Hole.
[10.12.2015 23:47:37] System Wide: 5th|Jack.O'neill: Maverick!!! YOU TRAITOR!
[10.12.2015 23:48:01] Secure Line: Phantom-1: We'll meet you in Ontario, feel free to decloak once you're through.
[10.12.2015 23:48:04] System-wide: SirLagsalot: Or i will just wreck the bird's engines again, to help Venny a little.
[10.12.2015 23:48:18] System-Wide: SirLagsalot: Yet to see Pirce's angry face, so why not.
[10.12.2015 23:48:44] System-Wide: The.Cincinnati: Mav: The only one to have turned their back was Liberty on me Jack! And I will have my revenge as Vowed!
[10.12.2015 23:49:00] System-wide: The.Cincinnati: Mav: *laughs with twisted heart*
[10.12.2015 23:49:01] System-wide: 5th|Jack.O'neill: I will find you.
[10.12.2015 23:49:08] System-wide: 5th|Jack.O'neill: And you will regret that.
[10.12.2015 23:49:19] System-wide: 5th|Jack.O'neill: From now on you are the enemy of the state
Maverick Arrives in Ontario system to see the Escort.
[10.12.2015 23:49:37] Phantom-1: Pierce: One he contributed to, at that. What a shame.
[10.12.2015 23:49:49] Phantom-1: Pierce: Mav.
[10.12.2015 23:49:51] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Interesting. I suppose something occured?
[10.12.2015 23:50:10] Phantom-1: Pierce: We'll discuss it at a more secure location. Lets get this thing out of hostile space, first.
[10.12.2015 23:50:24] The.Cincinnati: Mav: best thing...
[10.12.2015 23:50:31] The.Cincinnati: Mav: When do I get to see Hunt?
[1[10.12.2015 23:50:38] The.Cincinnati: Mav: I owe him...
[10.12.2015 23:50:41] Phantom-1: Pierce: When he's out of surgery.
[10.12.2015 23:51:08] Phantom-1: Lane it and gate it.
(arrives in California)
[10.12.2015 23:52:27] Phantom-1: Go for the Jumphole
[10.12.2015 23:52:44] Phantom-1: Escort is meeting us there.
[10.12.2015 23:52:49] Cloaking device off
(arrives in Cortez)
[10.12.2015 23:54:33] Phantom-1: ?: Asset is clear. Expect a tail.
[10.12.2015 23:54:50] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Oh, We're an asset? How nice!
[10.12.2015 23:55:23] If you find your ship in Bastille please check the Sanction sub-forum on Discoverygc.com.
[10.12.2015 23:55:27] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Keeping watch.
[10.12.2015 23:55:31] Phantom-1: Pierce: Miss Raven, meet Maverick O'Howell.
[10.12.2015 23:55:41] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Uhm. Hello Mr. O'Howell.
[10.12.2015 23:55:45] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: I believe I haven't shot you yet.
[10.12.2015 23:55:48] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Hello Miss Raven.
[10.12.2015 23:55:50] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: So be happy?
[10.12.2015 23:56:09] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Indeed... Ain't nothing left of this poor housing to shoot.
[10.12.2015 23:56:28] Phantom-1: Pierce: The assist is appreciated, but I wouldn't loiter around here. No doubt they'll be looking for everyone.
[10.12.2015 23:56:30] The.Cincinnati: They're coming to us. Should head to jump to Magellan.
[10.12.2015 23:56:41] Phantom-1: Pierce: We're proceeding through Magellan.
[10.12.2015 23:57:30] The.Cincinnati: No lanes, Keeping to holes if possible. Yeah?
[10.12.2015 23:57:39] Phantom-1: Mhm
[10.12.2015 23:57:40] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Let's hope that Magellan is clear.
[10.12.2015 23:57:57] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Or maybe not?
[10.12.2015 23:58:54] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Though, one does wonder how you'll support the upkeep for the vessel?
[10.12.2015 23:59:19] Phantom-1: Pierce: Mooring facilities on CS:A, plus use of the Zoner Freeports in deep space.
[10.12.2015 23:59:42] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Since the wife left...
[10.12.2015 23:59:46] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Well, I'd try to be careful about Freeport usage...
[10.12.2015 23:59:51] The.Cincinnati: Mav: I cashed in on some funding...
[10.12.2015 23:59:58] Phantom-1: Pierce: We'll keep it Liberal, of course.
[11.12.2015 00:00:14] Phantom-1: Pierce: Especially when bad guys are watching.
[11.12.2015 00:00:23] Phantom-1: Pierce: Because we want to draw as much attention as possible.
[11.12.2015 00:00:36] Phantom-1: * He chuckles for a moment *
[11.12.2015 00:00:36] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: For what...?
[11.12.2015 00:00:36] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Sounds about right.
[11.12.2015 00:00:39] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Oh.
[11.12.2015 00:00:40] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Right.
[11.12.2015 00:00:41] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Sarcasm.
[11.12.2015 00:00:45] Phantom-1: Pierce: ... Tough crowd.
[11.12.2015 00:00:47] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: That social thing that I don't grasp.
[11.12.2015 00:01:06] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Sure is some tight fittin's through here.
[11.12.2015 00:01:16] Carolyn.Foley: *cracks knuckles* Screw socializing.... Aren't the Navy's dogs gonna try and get that thing back?
[11.12.2015 00:01:18] The.Cincinnati: Mav: I don't recall being this deep in Magellan.
[11.12.2015 00:01:24] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: We'll see.
[11.12.2015 00:01:28] The.Cincinnati: Mav: I wouldn't put it past them.
[11.12.2015 00:01:35] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Jack tried so hard...
(arrives in Magellan.)
[11.12.2015 00:01:42] Phantom-1: Pierce: We're staying off the grid. Best chance to avoid the LSF and ESRD wings.
[11.12.2015 00:03:24] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: I'll go check it out.
(Arrives in Manchester.)
[11.12.2015 00:04:43] The.Cincinnati: So. Do tell how The BAF come and get me too!
[11.12.2015 00:05:26] Phantom-1: Pierce: No way around, this time. We'll need to use the gate.
[11.12.2015 00:05:52] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Above or below the field?
[11.12.2015 00:05:53] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Hm. Destination?
[11.12.2015 00:06:00] Phantom-1: Pierce: Ours, or yours?
[11.12.2015 00:06:04] The.Cincinnati: Mav: I'm partial to a "Sunrise" *laughs*
[11.12.2015 00:06:06] Phantom-1: Pierce: Ours is the Omegas.
[11.12.2015 00:06:09] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Ah.
[11.12.2015 00:06:37] Phantom-1: Pierce: Headquarters is hidden in the Walker Nebula.
[11.12.2015 00:06:42] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Got it.
[11.12.2015 00:07:20] Phantom-1: Pierce: Hold up.
[11.12.2015 00:07:25] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Give it the Alleyoop.
[11.12.2015 00:07:34] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Holding.
[11.12.2015 00:08:30] The.Cincinnati: Mav: At least let us get out of this field.
[11.12.2015 00:08:34] Phantom-1: Pierce: We'll proceed to Birmingham, and Lane it. Get through Bretonia as fast as possible.
[11.12.2015 00:09:04] The.Cincinnati: Mav: If you say so. This is Bretonia isn't it?
[11.12.2015 00:09:09] Phantom-1: Pierce: Mhm.
[11.12.2015 00:09:13] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: ...
[11.12.2015 00:09:18] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Shows what I know.
(first wave of Chasers show up on scene and intercept the convoy. Bretonian Armed Forces had been informed and were en-route to Manchester to intercept as well as assist in capturing the Overlord.)
[11.12.2015 00:09:23] Phantom-1: ?: Contact.
[11.12.2015 00:09:30] SirLagsalot: Turns out i am not hopelessly slow.
[11.12.2015 00:09:33] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Maverick!
[11.12.2015 00:09:50] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Stop right there!
[11.12.2015 00:09:50] Phantom-1: ?: Auxesia, I'm certain you're familiar with these two.
[11.12.2015 00:09:51] The.Cincinnati: Mav: I tire of these antics to get me to not run, Jack.
[11.12.2015 00:09:54] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Oh yes.
[11.12.2015 00:10:16] [LN]-ESRD|Hunter: There you are.
[11.12.2015 00:10:20] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Maverick stop right there.
[11.12.2015 00:10:23] SirLagsalot: D3 and moving to New London, Harriet.
[11.12.2015 00:10:30] The.Cincinnati: Mav: And who might you be?
[11.12.2015 00:10:42] [LN]-ESRD|Hunter: Damn freelancer.
[11.12.2015 00:11:01] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Proceeding to plan.
[11.12.2015 00:11:07] [LN]-LNS-Fluvanna: Fieldson: Copy that. Maverick is the only one you do not have permission to neutralise unless you are fired upon.
[11.12.2015 00:11:28] SirLagsalot: Just block the NL gates already!
[11.12.2015 00:12:03] [LN]-ESRD|Hunter: There we go.
[11.12.2015 00:12:04] SirLagsalot: The lane now!
[11.12.2015 00:12:08] 5th|Jack.O'neill: YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE
[11.12.2015 00:12:12] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Hostile.
[11.12.2015 00:12:13] The.Cincinnati: You'll have to take out my Engines if you wish her to stop! *laughs*
[11.12.2015 00:12:13] SirLagsalot: There we go.
[11.12.2015 00:12:19] BAF|Lt.J.Fleming: Lane down
[11.12.2015 00:12:30] SirLagsalot: Here comes our little "let's make our own Tundra" plan, mister Pirce.
[11.12.2015 00:12:31] [LN]-LNS-Fluvanna: Fieldson: You ahve permission to fire on any non-navy personel.
[11.12.2015 00:12:39] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Wait-what?
[11.12.2015 00:12:46] SirLagsalot: Hey. That includes me, Harriet.
[11.12.2015 00:12:50] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: "Make our own Tundra"?
[11.12.2015 00:12:54] SirLagsalot: Are you sure you want me to change sides?
[11.12.2015 00:12:58] [LN]-ESRD|Hunter: Affirmative. Weapons charged, opening fire.
[11.12.2015 00:13:06] Carolyn.Foley: That's that then, I suppose
[11.12.2015 00:13:07] SirLagsalot: Mister Pirce did not inform you, did he, Sapphire?
[11.12.2015 00:13:09] [LN]-LNS-Fluvanna: Fieldson: Not you lags. You're an exception.. Hold your engines Maverick.
[11.12.2015 00:13:09] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Oh dear. Such a quarrel.
[11.12.2015 00:13:15] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Not... quite.
[11.12.2015 00:13:18] [LN]-LNS-Fluvanna: Fieldson: That's a direct order.
[11.12.2015 00:13:25] Phantom-1: ?: That's not an option.
[11.12.2015 00:13:37] SirLagsalot: You see, Sapphire. It is as i thought.
[11.12.2015 00:13:41] SirLagsalot: He got Hunt.
[11.12.2015 00:13:41] 5th|Jack.O'neill: That is the only option.
(enter random Royal Navy)
[11.12.2015 00:13:45] {B}Alice.Marie: Bonjour.
[11.12.2015 00:13:51] SirLagsalot: Then he got Hunt's "son" or clone.
[11.12.2015 00:13:54] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: I'm extremely out of the loop.
[11.12.2015 00:13:55] 5th|Jack.O'neill: What else?
[11.12.2015 00:14:01] SirLagsalot: Then he got what was left of Dawnbreaker.
[11.12.2015 00:14:02] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: So. for now.
[11.12.2015 00:14:08] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Persistance!
[11.12.2015 00:14:09] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: I wish to stop the hostiles from - well - being hostile.
[11.12.2015 00:14:12] SirLagsalot: So he has the men, but he does not have the toy.
[11.12.2015 00:14:13] [LN]-LNS-Fluvanna: Fieldson: Captain for the last time. Hold your engines or severe consequences will follow.
[11.12.2015 00:14:29] The.Cincinnati: Mav: where was this persistance earlier? Hmm?
[11.12.2015 00:14:31] Phantom-1: ?: You engage that Overlord, and you'll not enjoy the return.
[11.12.2015 00:14:36] {B}Alice.Marie: Is that addressed to me?
[11.12.2015 00:14:36] SirLagsalot: Now he needs something to mount what is left of that alien antimatter cannon i gave to Hunt.
[11.12.2015 00:14:37] BAF|Lt.J.Fleming: Vessel Cincinnati, you do not have permission to enter Bretonian space
[11.12.2015 00:14:52] SirLagsalot: Or whatever else planetary bombardment tentacle he has.
[11.12.2015 00:14:56] The.Cincinnati: Mav: I wasn't supposed to need permission you know.
[11.12.2015 00:15:04] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: But...
[11.12.2015 00:15:05] SirLagsalot: And, in my asumption, it would be Mav's vessel.
[11.12.2015 00:15:10] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Those days are over Maverick.
[11.12.2015 00:15:14] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: K'Haran 'tech doesn't... quite work like that
[11.12.2015 00:15:26] {B}Alice.Marie: Kharan? What?
[11.12.2015 00:15:26] Phantom-1: ?: We'll discuss it later.
[11.12.2015 00:15:29] SirLagsalot: That's why Hunt blew his liner up.
[11.12.2015 00:15:31] The.Cincinnati: Mav: You are right, Jack. They are over.
[11.12.2015 00:15:43] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Over the day I left the 5th.
[11.12.2015 00:15:53] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: *tries to evaluate the situation, thinking deeply of it*
[11.12.2015 00:15:55] 5th|Jack.O'neill: Allright phantom you are going down.
[11.12.2015 00:16:02] {B}Alice.Marie: Well im here for the Bretonian.
[11.12.2015 00:16:04] Phantom-1: ?: Very well.
[11.12.2015 00:16:06] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: And yet they still need hostilities...
[11.12.2015 00:16:10] SirLagsalot: Things do not go so well in the navy after Hale left, eh?
[11.12.2015 00:16:16] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: I cannot determine the situation.
[11.12.2015 00:16:19] {B}Alice.Marie: Monsuier fleming.
[11.12.2015 00:16:24] The.Cincinnati: Mav: A royal Navy for bretonian support?
[11.12.2015 00:16:24] [LN]-LNS-Fluvanna: FieIdson: Stop it. You have already put enough brave men in danger.
[11.12.2015 00:16:27] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: But I do know that hostilies aren't helping. So, assisting the Freelancer.
[11.12.2015 00:16:29] [LN]-LNS-Fluvanna: Fieldson: Including yourself.
[11.12.2015 00:16:30] {B}Alice.Marie: Are you prepared to meet your demise?
[11.12.2015 00:16:33] The.Cincinnati: Mav: That makes no sense.
[11.12.2015 00:16:41] [LN]-LNS-Fluvanna: Fieldson: Cease these baloneys now.
[11.12.2015 00:17:01] {B}Alice.Marie: Not one for chatter are you?
[11.12.2015 00:17:07] Slick.Jones: A birdie told me that there would be some action 'round here...
[11.12.2015 00:17:11] SirLagsalot: Mav, darling. Don't make me call for Libertine.
[11.12.2015 00:17:14] Slick.Jones: Turns out it was right.
[11.12.2015 00:17:19] SirLagsalot: Yoou had enough with Venny.
[11.12.2015 00:17:22] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Engaging the Jump gate. Proceeding to plans.
(arrives in New London)
[11.12.2015 00:17:25] Carolyn.Foley: That bird was me, Mate. Good to see you again.
[11.12.2015 00:18:48] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Gunners, prepare to cut lanes at each interval.
[11.12.2015 00:18:56] The.Cincinnati: Mav: We must proceed.
[11.12.2015 00:19:04] SirLagsalot: Nope?
(Cincinnati charges up the engines, and takes off into cruise speed. Lagsalot close behind)
[11.12.2015 00:19:09] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Hunt awaits my hand.
[11.12.2015 00:19:18] SirLagsalot: Nope.
[11.12.2015 00:19:27] SirLagsalot: He is unconscious.
[11.12.2015 00:19:40] The.Cincinnati: Mav: And his death will be un-noticed then.
[11.12.2015 00:19:43] SirLagsalot: And is to face surgery. To patch him up, you know.
[11.12.2015 00:20:12] SirLagsalot: With mister Pirce in our hands, we can guarantee Hunt gettin well.
[11.12.2015 00:20:27] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Gents. Engage in the last counter measure.
[11.12.2015 00:20:29] Preparing to cloak...
[11.12.2015 00:20:30] SirLagsalot: With Pirce, staying free, who knows how good will the healing go.
[11.12.2015 00:20:48] The.Cincinnati: Mav: I owe him at least a heavy right hand, Pilot.
[11.12.2015 00:20:57] SirLagsalot: Harriet!
[11.12.2015 00:21:00] The.Cincinnati: Mav: It's the least I can do if I can't have His life.
[11.12.2015 00:21:04] SirLagsalot: Disruptors at me!
[11.12.2015 00:21:14] SirLagsalot: Now!
[11.12.2015 00:21:29] Cloaking device on
[11.12.2015 00:21:32] SirLagsalot: Oh come on, where is she?!
[11.12.2015 00:22:37] System Wide: A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Christ, where the hell am I?
[11.12.2015 00:22:42] System Wide: A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Damn ionstorms...
[11.12.2015 00:22:49] System Wide: Phantom-1: ?: Goodbye, pilots.
[11.12.2015 00:22:51] System Wide: SirLagsalot: Welcome to New London!
(Cincinnati has managed to escape the Freelancer- Lagsalot and the entire resistance.)
[11.12.2015 00:22:59] Secure Line: Phantom-1: Where are you, Maverick?
[11.12.2015 00:23:13] Secure Line: The.Cincinnati: Mav: Somewhere. Wheres the hole to cambridge?
[11.12.2015 00:23:24] Secure Line: Phantom-1: Sector G5
[11.12.2015 00:23:58] System Wide: The.Cincinnati: Mav: Cincinnati is still proceeding to protocol.
[11.12.2015 00:24:18] System Wide: SirLagsalot: Probably not for long.
[11.12.2015 00:26:14] Secure line: Phantom-1: They're piling at the gate to intercept you.
[11.12.2015 00:26:17] Secure Line: Phantom-1: I cloaked and spooked them.
[11.12.2015 00:27:09] The.Cincinnati: Found it!
(Arrival in Cambridge and from there, Maverick in the Cincinnati was feeling the Rush of the chase, just as he did years ago. He felt alive as he followed Phantom-1 to Omega-3.)
[11.12.2015 00:31:59] The.Cincinnati: Mav: C'mon honey, we're almost at our New Home...
(Arrival in Omega-3, They were almost in the clear. A whole hour has passed and the chase was almost over. Starting from Colorado system, They were only one system away. But Lagsalot was a persistent one...)
[11.12.2015 00:36:21] Phantom-1: ?: Phantom One is in the clear, asset secure and en route to CS: A. Going dark and ghosting out.
[11.12.2015 00:36:52] The.Cincinnati: Mav: We'll manage it from here. We have the co-ords of home.
[11.12.2015 00:37:14] Phantom-1: ?: Auxesia, thanks for the assist. We'll be in touch.
[11.12.2015 00:37:22] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: I... see.
(Just off the radar- Lagsalot saw the Cincinnati. He once again gave chase. Cincinnati appears on the other end of the Jump Hole in Omega-9, and Maverick orders his crew to begin the cloaking sequence.)
Preparing to cloak...
[11.12.2015 00:38:09] Mav: The.Cincinnati: They got 60 seconds.
[11.12.2015 00:38:28] The.Cincinnati: Countdown has started. Then Cincinnati drops off the grid.
[11.12.2015 00:38:39] Phantom-1: Pierce: Ghosting. [11.12.2015 00:38:42] The.Cincinnati: Mav: You're a quickone, Pilot.
[11.12.2015 00:38:49] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Say, Have we met?
[11.12.2015 00:38:56] SirLagsalot: Iron Legion, at your service.
[11.12.2015 00:39:26] Phantom-1: ?: Sorry, John.
[11.12.2015 00:39:34] Phantom-1: ?: This is where we part ways.
[11.12.2015 00:39:54] SirLagsalot: All hands, block o-55 Hole and scout the area.
[11.12.2015 00:40:09] The.Cincinnati: What if he does find Navarro?
[11.12.2015 00:40:37] SirLagsalot: "Hidden within the clouds" my ***, Sapphire.
[11.12.2015 00:41:04] SirLagsalot: Honesly, how did you even survive through being one of The Core wing leaders?
[11.12.2015 00:41:13] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: *yawn*
[11.12.2015 00:41:14] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: I didn't.
[11.12.2015 00:41:21] Phantom-1: ?: Phantom out. Mooring fixture is open. See you around.
[11.12.2015 00:41:57] SirLagsalot: Damn it. Just scout for the station, then.
(Maverick manages to find Navarro, and has a brief conversation over the system wide comms.)
[11.12.2015 00:44:19] System-wide: The.Cincinnati: Mav: We are home... Starting a new life... *laughs and snarks, as if the captain has lost his sanity.*
[11.12.2015 00:44:29] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: What...
[11.12.2015 00:44:43] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Maverick, out of curiosity, why are you doing this?
[11.12.2015 00:44:53] SirLagsalot: Don't blame me when you will have another Tundra to handle, Sapphire.
[11.12.2015 00:45:06] SirLagsalot: He thinks he can help Hunt.
[11.12.2015 00:45:15] SirLagsalot: Well, maybe as an organs donor.
[11.12.2015 00:45:18] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: But the man is unconscious and supposedly harmed.
[11.12.2015 00:45:35] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Help?! HELP?! That man destroyed my ship and killed half my crew! But... All will be resolved...
[11.12.2015 00:45:35] SirLagsalot: Oh, i can guarantee you he -is- harmed.
[11.12.2015 00:45:46] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Everything... Is fine...
[11.12.2015 00:45:55] SirLagsalot: That's what you, think, Mav.
[11.12.2015 00:46:07] SirLagsalot: You'll find yourself helping him rather soon.
[11.12.2015 00:46:07] [LN]-ESRD|Hunter: Freelancers, inform us of the location of the dreadnaught, and might forget about your actions towards this situation.
[11.12.2015 00:46:21] SirLagsalot: Hell, if i knew!
[11.12.2015 00:46:31] SirLagsalot: Did not care to map the nebulas, you know?
[11.12.2015 00:46:43] The.Cincinnati: Mav: I know so... Pilot. All will be new. My life. The Memories... The crew... All... will be new...
[11.12.2015 00:46:49] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: New for what?
[11.12.2015 00:46:58] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Goodbye Liberty. Hello new worlds!
[11.12.2015 00:47:18] SirLagsalot: Tentacles. On your hull, Mav.
[11.12.2015 00:47:24] SirLagsalot: Purple and glowing.
[11.12.2015 00:47:33] SirLagsalot: Don't tell i did not warn ya.
[11.12.2015 00:48:38] The.Cincinnati: Mav: *chuckles and giggles* I've lost it all Pilot. Who knows... Maybe it will kill me while I smile...
[11.12.2015 00:48:48] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Maybe... I'll be happy for once.
[11.12.2015 00:49:22] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: This is madness.
[11.12.2015 00:49:59] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Madness is what I have, Miss Raven. I need a new life. Here is where I'll have it.
[11.12.2015 00:50:06] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: But why? For what purpose?
[11.12.2015 00:50:35] The.Cincinnati: Mav: Away from every pitiful memory of Liberty. Away from My Ex. And to see the man Hunt once more.
[11.12.2015 00:50:54] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: What? All this for your feelings? Your experience in the Navy?
[11.12.2015 00:51:17] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: What you're doing, is going to leave a tide in the waters. Choose wisely.
[11.12.2015 00:51:51] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: I do not know what they wish to do to you.
[11.12.2015 00:51:54] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: But be careful.
[11.12.2015 00:52:07] The.Cincinnati: Mav: A tide, a ripple, but even ripples lay calm eventually miss Raven.
[11.12.2015 00:52:15] SirLagsalot: Could someone -please- locate the damn station?
[11.12.2015 00:52:35] SirLagsalot: What, did you forget to bring scanners along?
[11.12.2015 00:52:53] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: And ripples can grow into waves, with enough force along the path.
[11.12.2015 00:53:00] A/)-Sapphire.Raven.: Well, you're in a sensor deprived cloud.
[11.12.2015 00:53:10] The.Cincinnati: Mav: I must leave. We have things to discuss behind closed doors. I'm sure we'll speak more eventually.
[11.12.2015 00:53:46] The.Cincinnati: *Maverick cuts the transmission talking about someone named Jayse*
Only a mere few days after arriving within the Omega-9 system and traversing it's orange-layered nebula's and the Accreation disk, Maverick returned to the Navarro and spoke to an old friend of his, Jayse Maxwell. He last met the former Colonial on planet Manhattan back in Liberty. Maxwell was just a pilot looking for work and getting ends to meet before heading back to home. He found a friend in Maverick for letting him do some clean up on the Cincinnati and exchanging old war stories against the Gallic crown. Just before the end of the conversation, Jayse informs Maverick that he is summoned to the Sovereign for something secret. The co-ordinates were given to Maverick, in a sloppy yet legible note, on where to find the Sovereign as is wasn't moored to Navarro as it was a few hours back.
It was there Maverick had a feeling. Something internal that just made him feel excited like what he wanted was just a travel away. Yet. He felt guilty. Guilty for his own desires and dragging the entire crew behind him. But, alas, Maverick knew... It was time.
Maverick wanted to kill that snake with a venomous tongue, Joshua Hunt. He wanted to make Hunt pay for all of his triflings with Nomadic entities and the near destruction of not only his ship within Alaska, but the near wipe of all Maverick's brother's in arms. As well as bailing on him when the time arose, and leaving what remained of Maverick's crew and him for dead in a nearly forgotten system. Maverick wanted to see him suffer. To see him die. But why didn't the rebellious captain not take Joshua's life?
The reason is the clarity. Reasoning within Maverick's mind just as he held that pistol pointed at Hunt. Maverick didn't get the reputation for being a competent captain of a Dreadnought within Liberty because he flew around and shot first, asking later. Not because Maverick was a hardened killer or someone who enjoyed bringing pain to others, But Maverick was a Law Enforcer. He had been for many years. It was his nature, not to just end the flame of a wrongly burning candle. But to let that candle burn itself out.
Maverick sought it in his head after the first round went off, pinging off plating on Hunt, it zinged and pinged in his head mentally, He will get his own. Hunt's destiny is going to lead him to his own undoing. And there wouldn't be anything better than what Maverick could have done to him than to watch Hunt destroy his own self. Let Hunts decisions do the justice that Maverick had seeked. At that point, when the Guards circled around the Cincinnati's crew, It became clear to him. A single gunshot. Was a start. And a big ham hock to the chin would be the reminder...
The.Cincinnati - Maverick O'Howell, Sylus, and 199 Family members.
Maverick had listened to the Brave yet bemusing speach of Joshua Hunt, as He held the pistol pointing at Hunt's nostrils and he understands. But he doesn't see it clearly. This gent was a madman. He spoke in lies and twists, tying knots that couldn't be undone even with vast amounts of thinking and plotting. Joshua Hunt, with a gunshot wound from Maverick's own pistol, walked away. Though He knew what he was going to do to Hunt would be a matter of time. He decided to play into the ruse. The charade of whatever the hell Hunt had planned.
Hunt had grabbed his suit, and a communication board with some paperwork and motioned to the 4 men. One being familiar to Maverick, in some case, though he couldn't place his finger on it, walked out through the Med Bay doors. The one Maverick may recognize, walks over Pierces dead body, hearing him snort in disbelief and avoiding the puddle of blood that had streamed once from the hole in Pierce's neck.
Mav: Pierce got pierced. *Snarks and chuckles.* Sylus: Mav. Mav: What? Sylus: Too soon. Mav: I'm a free man now, I can say what I want.
Maverick lets his eyes wander around the room before coming to a rest on Pierce's body. He walks over, checking pockets of the bloodied waistcoat. Finding a credit card for 1 million Sirius Credits. Various names wrote down, and scribbled out on a crumpled piece of paper. Maverick takes this piece of Paper and stuffs it away.
You know.... It was a nice suit. Can't say the same for the color. Brown? Really? Too bad he won't be needing it. Sylus. Wha-wait. Too soon. *Maverick smiles with a grin a mile wide*
*Over the intercom an automated voice is heard: MAVERICK O'HOWELL AND COMPANY- Please return to your ship.*
Whelp. Alright gents.
*Maverick pauses and looks at Pierce* You heard the sophisticated piece of metal. Lets get back. Yeah. This place creeps me out. Not saying that the body creeps me out... I've been next to dozens of dead bodies at one time... Just... This place in general. Twenty years. And you're still not used to strange ships? *chuckles* No. No I'm not... It's just... Nevermind. It's my own nit pick.
Holstering the gun Maverick stands up and heads out the Med Bay with his crew. They go down the trails and twists. Turns and wits of the Sovereign once more. Returning to point of the Cincinnati. He just stares out the solar plexis of the Nati's bridge into the space beyond. Maverick starts to order the crew for startup procedure. The engines crank up loudly and proudly, generators come online, the turrets whir and turn in crew diagnostics as they should. Shields come online and the mooring point drained of oxygen, field stabilizers off; returning into the hull of the Cincinnati as a message arrives. It's from the Sovereign.
Maverick opens the comm's channel, and it's displayed video feed of Hunt on the screen in front of him.
Maverick. Good to see you're back on the Cincinnati. I'm glad that she's still running.
No thanks to you. Put my own labor into it along with what was left of my crew.
Well.... I do apologize Sincerely, and I empathize with your feelings. I won't soon forget that you could have killed me on that table and maybe put some closure to your own demons that I've birthed in your heart. As such, I'll do as I can to make it up to you. I don't recall being on this place called Navarro just yet. Only snip-its when I was in and out of my own mind. Will you travel with us back to Navarro?
*Maverick pauses and glares at him for a few seconds*
I should have shot you in the throat as you did your pal back there. But. I am a law enforcer by nature, Hunt. Killing hasn't really... Been something I will do unless it's deemed necessary. We'll head back to Navarro with you.
*Hunt smiles* Alright. We should be there within a couple of hours.
The transmission closes as the Sovereign starts to get up speed. Maverick in the Cincinnati close behind. As the hours pass. Maverick heads back to the captain's quarters. Pulling out the note found within the pockets of Pierce's body. On it, Maverick tries to outline pen-strokes and little pieces of lettering that wasn't covered by the scribble. Pierce really didn't want anyone to know what was on it. As he looked closely at the indentations, He sees the imprints. Hazy, yet almost clear enough to be Legible.
Operation Hello's and Goodbye's. Hunt Enfield Lagsalot Legion O'Howell Stacker
All the names placed in sequence, Spelled Hellos. But why was Legion wrote down? Maverick lit a cigarette and reclines in his captain's chair. Pondering just what Legion was. Did he mean Hellfire? What within the Hellfire was it that Pierce wanted? Although unclear, It was worth bringing up to Hunt. The Cincinnati begins to slow, bringing this to Maverick's attention that they must be approaching The Navarro station.
Maverick comes through the mooring point of Navarro station. Coming around corners and up ladders until he reaches the main deck where he catches up with Sylus and a few members of the head deck. Maverick motions to Sylus to turn on the comms and speakers of the Cincinnati. Sylus takes two steps to the right and presses a green button amongst other smaller ones, flashing yellow and white.
"It's on, Mav." Said Sylus.
"Ahem. Crew. This is your captain, Maverick. I know it's been rough. And with all of us in this together, It's about time I bring you all up to speed." Maverick pauses. Using a hand signal to tell Sylus to engage the multiways radios amongst the ship. "I have turned on the Multi-way so all levels of the Cincinnati can communicate to us here at the bridge and give their opinions. Some of you, Especially Jimmy Jims and Gonzo, may remember a man named Joshua Hunt." Once more pausing over the comms, listening for protest. But all remained quiet. Feeling he had the attention of the crew, Maverick continued. "The man is here. Alive. I had the chance to change his destiny on this facility they call Navarro. We came across him in a Med bay. Where we had him at gun point. And I shot that poor bastard in his stomach. I had the pistol pointed at this mug's face and I could have killed him right then and there, leaving him in a pile of blood and papers. Unfortunately, He had bodyguards as well. We. Were held at point too. Instead. I hit that son-of-a-bitch right in his jibs and told him never to forget." Maverick hears some of the crew start to cheer, applauding his actions on the Navarro, pertaining to Hunt.
Maverick Continues, shortly after the crew's noise dies down. "Now. If I had killed the man, that would put me as a murderer. You gents. Have had my back for the last few months. Some of you for years. A few of you, a lifetime. Times have changed. I have changed. And if I had killed Hunt, That would make me no better than that man on the floor before me. It wasn't me. I had become an animal. Driven by hate and despair. But I am not HIM. I am not a man of instant action. As I am Maverick O'Howell, Captain and commander of the Cincinnati." Maverick hears some of the crew raze up, some staying quiet.
"Maverick, you should have killed that ***hole. Put one in his head for all the members we lost in Alaska." says a crew man from the 4th deck. "Yeah, Stevens wouldn't be dead if he hadn't come around." said a man from the 8th.
"Yes. I know. But do you gentleman follow a killer, or a leader?" Maverick questions. leaving a silence amongst the ship. "He will get his." Maverick continued. "But we have other matters of importance. Hunt has a plan. And I want him to be undone by his own actions. And we will be here to watch him get what's due." Maverick can hear the crew agreeing amongst each other and talking about the decisions of the once lost captain. "He has proposed something to us. He says he has contacts in the Corsair leadership. The Cincinnati is long overdue for some maintenance. The engine itself, Junker rigged to hold together. Thank you to Jefferys and Angelo for the help with that. But it's about time, out here, that we extend our hands to someone and hope for the best. What do you boys think?"
The comms ignite with chatter and talk. "Alright alright, one at a time." he intervenes. The crew calms as one speaks up. "The Corsairs are some shady bunch, cap. Why would we take THEIR help? Isn't there another place we can overhaul?" A crew member from the second deck says. "At the moment, All I saw on the way was some Independant Miners Guild ships and some Hessians. The IMG are friends. Sure. But we don't have a contact to help us out there. The Hessians are a revolutionary type group operating in Rheinland. That's not the kind of attention we need."
"I think we should take the offer. Maybe we can learn something from their techniques and tricks they use on their capitals. It is the Corsairs, so I'm sure they have money and power." coming from deck 6. "Yeah, Power. Power to take us out too. It's a known faction with more than enough military to take out the Cincinnati. And a battleship in their space, foreign at that, would be a calling card." interjects from Deck 3.
"Hey Mav, It's Toasty here in Deck 9. I think we should take Hunt up on the offer. I agree, let that man's Karma see him through to the death in time. But the Engines behind me need it now. We should contact him and tell him it's a go."
Maverick holds the intercom microphone in his hand. Letting the crew take into consideration of each member that spoke. Maverick leans against the dash of computer works and panels behind him, staring out into space as he had often done before, an arm across the chest, resting the elbow on it like he had a cigarette. Eventually, Maverick Nods. "We'll do it. The Omega's are a problem, vast, and dangerous. And without the Republic backing us, we'll have to make it out on our own. If Hunt says he can. We will. For the Cincinnati. And for Freedom." "To freedom!" says the crew over the comms.
Sylus cuts off the multiway. Turning to Maverick and approaching him. "Are you sure this is the decision you want to go with?" He questions. "Well, Sy, what choice do we have? If they can help us. They will. If not. Then we'll look elsewhere." Sylus nods and moves on. "Oh, Sy." Maverick raises a finger, popping off the console and walking toward Sylus. "Yeah?" Sylus asks. "I'll see if he can get us some appropriate attire. These Naval uniforms no longer apply to us. Right?" Maverick half smiles it. "Agreed. I hated these clothes anyway." Sylus says, pulling two corners of his attire with the thumbs and forefinger of each hand.
Maverick walks back through the double slide doors to the captains quarters. Punching a few buttons, sliding some windows across the touch screen panel and opens a link, sitting down in his chair.
Maverick had sat in his seat talking to Mr. Hunt about the corsair involvement and expecting Hunt to pull this miracle ace out of his sleeve. As Maverick had given the decision To extend the hand of peace to the Corsair nation and Follow Hunt's lead, He is then informed that a message had been Pre-recorded as some buttons were pressed and the transmission sent off. When the Transmission ended and the Feed had closed, Maverick sank in his seat. This is where Hunt had dug a hole and pulled the Cincinnati to the same fate as him. Maverick stands up, cocks his neck to the side, popping joints in several locations before moving to the sliding bulk door of his quarters and on his way to the Front bridge to speak to Sylus.
Maverick walks down the hall, and through double doors to the complex structure as he had many times before. Seeing his crew sitting Idle in seats and standing, watching sensors and radar periodically. Crew members chat amongst the floors and bridge of miscellaneous topics and old stories. Standing just past the double doors peering around the primary deck amongst the computers and panels before locating Sylus standing near the comm's, talking to some members on Deck 9 about the Engines.
Mav approaches. "So, What'd he say?" questioned Sylus, Crossing his right arm over his chest and putting the Mic on his left pectoral. "He had a message pre recorded. He sent it off as he spoke to me. Is that Nine?" "Yeah. They're struggling to keep her working together. Something amongst the ship seems to have cut the power of the core Can't get above a ten percent read.." Sylus looks at the gauges and directs Maverick's attention to the instruments on the side panel just below the mic. Visible is a bunch of needles and digital layouts with complex numbers and various arrays. Maverick slides up a little bit and starts to peer into the display from Deck 9. Looking them over one by one. Gears turn within Maverick's brain as he analyzes them carefully, scanning and panning from one to another as if looking at a jigsaw. "Hmmm... Come with me." Maverick plucks out subtly. "Nine, standby." Sylus speaks through the Mic to the crew. "Aye. We'll hold, Customer service. This call recorded? I'm not satisfied with my interaction." A crewmate from 9 playfully remarks. "Psh," Sylus snarks, "Hardly." Sylus turns to return the mic to the fixture as Maverick takes it out of his hand. "This is the Manager speaking. Please stay on the line as we look into your problem.", Maverick laughs playfully back at the Crew mate as his chuckle is heard over the other line. The mic is returned to the holding place as Sylus and Maverick sway to the other side of the Bridge together.
Maverick gets down on one knee, popping open a panel and gazing into the wiring and intricacies of the Cincinnati's main controls. One under the registration reader. A small HUD is visible under the panel, showing some lights. A couple unlit and a whole lot lit. "Hmm." Maverick ponders with a squint and glare. He stands up and presses a push panel, that Ejects a card from the terminal. "Son-of-a-Gallic." Maverick says with a harsh low tone. "This is it. Right here." he Continued. Maverick tosses the card to Sylus who catches it, Looks it over, flipping it from front to back repeatedly. "The hell is this?" Sylus asks. "Guess you could say it's the Keys to the ship. It's an ID card. Programmed onto it is me. They blacklisted us.. We're just normal persons now and the card won't pull the Core up on full power without proper Naval registration ID." Maverick explained, "We're basically dead in the water." Sylus' concern grew and was soon expressing it to Maverick in uneasy gestures and headshakes. "Man, that's unreal. Even this far out." Sylus said. "We knew it was coming. Just didn't know when. Either way. We're going to need to cross some wires and start pulling out systems." says Maverick.
Sylus and Maverick knew what had to be done. The card returned to the ship, The captain calls down to the engine room on Deck 9, telling them the issue. Given the command, The Cincinnati comes to life, and they set out departing from Navarro and to see what they could find around them.
The Cincinnati traveled from the Omega-9 system into Omega-3 and out of the Walker nebula. Upon the ship's arrival amongst the familiar asteroids and the nearby station, Maverick see's a Jump gate off in the distance. The wise captain didn't know the territory that well being a Naval captain and what all he would find that had a hard-on for Liberty ships. Although it was familiar from his old times of Transport duties amongst the sectors of Sirius. Maverick tried to keep discreet and had ordered the crew to begin cloaking procedures. The generator spools. Re-routing energy from the shield to the cloaking device. It starts to pulse and the ship is soon concealed with it's technology. The Cincinnati departs the Jump Hole to the gate once the ship's readout's show complete.
En-rout to the gate, the Cincinnati comes across a pack of Hessians and a SCRA sitting there waiting to hold up passerby's like Highwaymen in the roads of ancient times. Maverick proceeds to try to communicate to them and see where things are.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: G'day, Hessian.
The.Cincinnati: Sylus: There's the other one.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: I see him. Say, Hessians. We mean to ask some questions.
Finsterklinge: You do realize that we can hear you?
The.Cincinnati: Mav: We do.
/Cloaking device off
Finsterklinge: Ooh, did you take theatre classes? That looked dramatic.
Finsterklinge: Good thing you know one basic thing: Look the guy who talks to you in the eye face to face. In space a little more difficult,
Finsterklinge: admittedly.
Finsterklinge: But at least you're not hiding like a little child.
Finsterklinge: So uh.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: Indeed. That's me for you.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: Do you know where we can pick up some Engine components and a few drinks for about 200 men?
Finsterklinge: Why did the .. if I see that right, Liberty Navy, wants from the great hessians today?
The.Cincinnati: Mav: Well. To be frank. We left Liberty.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: And we don't intend to go back.
Finsterklinge: Great god, there are people with sanity left in Liberty?
Finsterklinge: *claps*
Finsterklinge: Oh well, not in Liberty anymore.
Finsterklinge: From Liberty, let me correct.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: *bows in recognition on the bridge* Thank you.
Finsterklinge: As to your question..
Finsterklinge: Engine components sounds awfully like you need a shipyard.
Powerbank: Amazing_Angel Stop. Or I'll open fire. This is piracy attempt. No rush moves and nobody will end up with a hole in a hull.
SCRA|CPW-Yakutsk: Isaac: well.
Finsterklinge: Just down the lane is one, though I'm uncertain if they accept, well, Navy battleships.
Finsterklinge: Anyway, I have money to earn.
Finsterklinge: Be right back.-
The.Cincinnati: Mav: And they said "Leave the battleship. It'll do you no good in the Omega's."
The.Cincinnati: Mav: I feel so much safer in here than a small ship like that.
The Cincinnati sits idle as the trader is assaulted by hessians.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: We would help you. But we're in no position to be throwing around guns against possible allies.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: So we're keeping the caps on the Mortar for now.
The trader is eventually destroyed and the cargo left adrift amongst the recesses of space in front of them. Only small pieces of ship are left from the explosion, nothing that a Junker could ever use. The hessian returns and sits just past the prow of the Cincinnati.
Finsterklinge: Ahem, as for drinks.
Finsterklinge: The bar on the Freeport.
Powerbank: Crush their skulls, rape their women, take their possessions! Long live the Red Hessians!
The.Cincinnati: Mav: Ah, so there's a Freeport nearby?
Finsterklinge: Simple as that, you won't find better drinks here.
Finsterklinge: One lane down is the shipyard, two lanes down is the Freeport.
Finsterklinge: Can't miss it.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: Indeed. Can the freeport accommodate a mooring point for a ship of this size?
Finsterklinge: Actually, I doubt it. You might be better off sending your shuttles down to their docking bays.
Finsterklinge: Your ships do have shuttles, do they?
Finsterklinge: Or fighters onboard, whatever.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: Indeed they do.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: The republic of Liberty may be silly and unorthodox, but they can build a decent ship.
Finsterklinge: Ask for the 'sweet necrosis' while you're there.
Finsterklinge: A disgusting drink, but makes you forgot whatever you don't want to care about anymore.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: Don't believe Ive had one. I'll be sure to ask for one.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: Guess we'll head on out there and see what we can get.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: Have ourselves a nice drink. To freedom from Liberty!
Finsterklinge: Aye, whatever floats your boat.
Finsterklinge: Or.. large yacht?
The ship docks with the tradelane, initiating the sequence and goes down the lanes to the shipyard.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: So this is the Shipyard they were talking about.
The.Cincinnati: More than enough bays on it.
The nearly crippled ship impulses by the shipyard to the next set of lanes as directed by the hessian. The sequence engages once more, carrying the Overlord down to the station at the end within yet another asteroid field.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: and there's the freeport. Just as the hessian said.
Maverick took note of the station as a fallback just in case anything was to happen to Navarro, The ship and crew would have a place to go momentarily. The ship stands in orbit with the engines on a humm for a few minutes until it does a 180, and heads back down the lanes, past the Shipyard, Past the gate, and into the asteroid field from where she entered, and back into the Walker Nebula where home was located; mooring to the station with the designated spot for the Cincinnati, where they wait for the call from Hunt about the Corsair diplomacy.
After the raid on Navarro station, Maverick had his answer from the Corsairs about using the Shipyard. Again, Hunt costing more lives in the matter. Assuming that a few is better than all of mankind. Maverick and Sylus, along with the other 199 men of the ship, and couple dozen or so from the station, are using the facilities of the Zoner instillation within Omega-3. Coming and going through the mooring platform onto the bar and inner works of the colony. Some crew and station members acquiring goods with credits and other means of trade. Bags and platforms moving back and forth from the ship. Food rations. Water. Oxygen. Alloys and plating. Various other goods. The Cincinnati was accommodating more than the usual amount of 200 and a captain. Supplies were needed. Extra space was cleared out with some things from the base that was loaded, being sold on the Freeport for spare credits to purchase everything that was needed. Some of the men slept in bunks, others where bunks were filled, slept in the docking bay and cargo hold of the crippled Overlord.
Maverick, staggered by the events, Made an attempted connection with Joshua Hunt. A communication opens, slightly hazed but clear. Displaying Hunt and some crew behind him.
"Well, We're here at the Freeport with a batch of that crew. Taking a stroll through my ship, I found a canister that one of the Scientists had brought on board. I was told it was a Nerve toxin. I specifically said two weeks ago, I didn't want this damned thing on my ship." Said Maverick, fire in his voice. "Not that it matters now. We'll keep it under wraps. Where is the Sovereign and the CT's?"
"The CT-73's are here with Me. Along with the Unnaturally Friendly, and and a Corvo. We're sitting just around an asteroid field in Omega-11. We will meet somewhere and we'll get outta' dodge. Assuming that Revenge is with you?"
"Yes. He's just outside. Where did the rest of those ships come from?"
"Some extra ships we have that were out and allocated in places for missions. They heard me call, they came. Too bad they were too late for the festivities."
"The party itself was short lived. Did you manage to get in contact with the Lopez?"
"I did. Got the response feed from him alright. It wasn't pretty. From here on out, the Corsairs are officially Enemies to us."
"So. That fell through. Dandy Hunt, A dandy. So Now what?"
"We pool resources. We'll head out to Theta. Lay low for a while. RV at Omega-9 just above the sun. And we'll move out."
"Alright. See you there."
The communique closes in front of him. Maverick gets on comms with the Captain of the Revenge, Telling him the order that Hunt had given them. Maverick opens a separate comm to the Ship's speakers, telling them they will be heading out in 20 minutes time. The crew and people of the station begin to close up shop. Everyone had returned to posts and points as the extra men the Cincinnati accommodated moved along from the station into the places they were put for the time being. The mooring point unhooks, reels in, and seals off. The engines and shields fire up and the Cincinnati leaves for Omega-9 to meet with the rest of the motley fleet.
Upon arrival. The Cincinnati is greeted by the rest of the ships and Hunt amongst the Sovereign. From there, they depart To Omicron Theta.
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When the mobile city of motley ships and men had arrived in Omicron-Theta, it was a blast from the past. Back when Maverick had run his trade ship from over 30 years ago. The captain saw familiar nebula's and solars during his excursion from Liberty that he'd only dreamed of returning to. They crossed the system over to a nearby planet with a small station housing no more than the number of crew upon the Cincinnati, And they take up a formation like a small makeshift City. Maverick had boarded the Sovereign and had a chat with Hunt and was put into a position where he had to take command. Just as he would order men on the ship, he was taking charge and control of more than the 200 populous. He was given command of over 900 easily and he commanded them well.
Hunt had walked away. For what reason and why? To confirm a superstition that Maverick could lead not only his crew, but a multiple payload of such? Did Hunt honestly see it in Maverick, or was it that Hunt was starting to crumble under his own mistakes and seeing that he had bit off more than he could chew and couldn't take the responsibility? Regardless of the outcome. Maverick had made a choice. After Hunt had spoken to Maverick about being Director of Field Operations,, he was given an order by Hunt himself. Tear down the Revenge, Montante class ship and use it's paneling to pull the Corvo back together and the old Scylla they had. Having an old Repair ship aboard the Cincinnati, a ship that he'd not piloted in over 20 years, Maverick took the challenge.
Maverick and Sylus had left the Sovereign to return to the Nati's bridge. Upon arrival, a comm opens with a message telling the captain and crew that they are given the go to drop off the crew as Maverick had suggested and that the rest were going with them somewhere. Either way, Maverick and Sylus round up the crew. Start up procedures began and Maverick picks up a mic checking in with the decks. Deck one, go. Deck two, go. Deck 3... One by one the Captain checks in with the family for personnel. The men who were supposed to be on the Cincinnati from the station had all been fixated amongst the holds and bunks of the crew within the ship. The Cincinnati comes to flight ready and unhinges itself from the Sovereign the Montante is seen pulling up with each other starboard of the Cincinnati.
The Cincinnati and the Revenge had flown over to the Freeport, mooring to the side just above the biodome located below. The bay extends as they talk to the people aboard the Zoner installation. They offloaded pallets and boxes of Food rations, Water, Oxygen, and persons from the Navarro for the installation and tossed in a generous amount of credits amongst them to help sustain the new populous momentarily until the Initiative had needed them. Once completed over the next few hours of unloading and settling in, The Cincinnati had returned to the space by the planet with the Revenge. Maverick looked at Sylus and nodded. "Let's go tear up a gunboat."
Maverick walked down the chambers and passageways of the Cincinnati to the flight deck where the old Repair ship had been sitting since the last time they needed it on Juneau. This ship was regularly maintenanced and seemed like the only operational ship within the armada's fleet. Maverick sat inside. Remembering the controls one by one. Slowly regaining the memory of his days on the shipyards bays. Maverick nodded to the controlman on the deck, as gravity was lifted, engines sparked and fired online and the bay of the Cincinnati dropped out below him. Into space he went.
Maverick had flown over to the Revenge. The captain within started helping dismantle it from the inside to assist. Once he was done, the captain had put on his suit and went into space, retrieved by the repair ship's small cockpit just big enough for two people.
While Maverick had carefully taken apart the Revenge, it's plating was grabbed by the arms and placed into the hold of the tiny repairship. He carefully shot at the hull, grabbing it, welding, tearing it piece by piece.
He sprayed and shot it taking chunk after chunk off the ship until there was literally nothing left.
The little Repair ship's hull was filled to the gills with the Montante's metal. He had returned the Cincinnati, whose bay door opened and the ship was docked. Returning to the bridge, Maverick and crew fly over to the small fleet. They wait. And they wait. Few days went past and the Artemis finally returns from the defense of New London. It was shaken. But the Artemis was still intact. The Captain fills in the Artemis, letting him know the current plans.
Maverick again proceeds to the flightdeck, hopping in the little scrapper itself with the cargo full of metals and alloys, entering space and heading over to the Corvo. Maverick sat there a little bit. Looking at the Profile of the Corvo. It reminded him that it looked alien. Like a Nomad itself.
Spooked out momentarily of the shape of the ship, Maverick proceeded to work on the ship.
Starting at the front of the ship....
Working his way back to the engines.
The captain had requested to do a weapons test. Shields test. Engines test. The whole 9 yards. Giving the rundown to make sure the Corvo was up to speed with it's fix up. Giving the ship a much needed overhaul. Maverick pivoted and slid the ship across the Corvo's frame, stopping at the turrets and shield modulator. Making sure they are all in order and optimal. He stopped at the engines, repairing the thruster plating and focus array's. Restoring the ship to it's complete stature after it's fight with Nomads in New London.
"She was pretty beaten up." Maverick said. "First time it's seen action. Ever. And it's first fight was a defense of a capital planet of Bretonia." the Artemis' captain replied. "And I was here the entire time twiddling my thumbs, not able to do anything." he said. Maverick went into detail about what had happened to the Cincinnati's core and engine problems. Both the captain's told stories about themselves, The Captain of the Artemis telling Maverick about the events in New London and Newcastle. Maverick going on about stories of him during the Nomad war 20 plus years prior to. "The name's Maverick. Bet you'd want to know." He said. "Ivan. Most everyone calls me Monty though." Ivan replied. Maverick had made his first friend after the Cincinnati Fled Liberty. "You should come aboard. Come meet the family." Maverick said. Monty smiled from the control room in the Artemis waving his hand as Maverick passed the front with the tiny craft. Mav finished the repairs and returned the dinky two armed ship to the Cincinnati's hold with the Artemis sitting near by.
The Overlord and the Corvo flew back to the little colony. Taking their spots and positions. Extending their bays and mooring points to the Sovereign. The crew had been offloaded. The Revenge dismantled. And the Corvo repaired to proficiency. Today was a successful day. The captain and Sylus left the bridge as the Crew began shutdown protocol, keeping only the weapons online as the two entered back onto the Sovereign to report to Hunt.