07-23-2008, 10:44 PM
Matt Dryson
Age: 24
Parents: Deceased
Relatives: Johnathan Dryson - Liberty Navy Courier (Deceased)
Criminal Record: Clean
Flight Record: 513 hours flight time(non-autopilot), 3 minor accidents(paid for)
Physical: Fit. 5'9", 210 lbs. blond Hair, Green Eyes
Matthew Dryson stood in front of a starflier, examining it critically. It was better outfitted than most, with an upgraded shield and better weapon systems. He looked at the mechanic who was busy at a mobile console next to the flier.
"Is she ready to fly?" he asked as he approached the old grease monkey.
"Ready? Heck, I almost have to tie the darn thing down. Your brother left you a pristine ship considering it's age."
"It helped that he never really flew it once he got a hold of his Rhino." He took a moment to think about that block of a ship. Tough, always outfitted with the best defensive options and often carrying a potent offensive load-out. "I still can't figure how they were able to bring him down so fast...He was a good pilot, and he kept his ship in top form for the Navy."
The mechanic piped up grimly. "Pirates are only pirates because they are good at what they do: exploiting weaknesses. Remember that Matt, or they'll one day have your head too. Don't do anything foolish like make some vendetta over this. Too many of those already."
Matthew grimaced, then glared a little harder than he really needed to.
"The Rogues organized a jump on my brother and they murdered him. I'm not going to sit back and not do anything."
He stopped and took a breath, the scowl leaving his youthful features. His brother had said the same thing to him a long time ago. "They beat you up and took a few creds off of you. Think for once and don't go making some foolish vendetta. You'll just get yourself hurt." When he spoke again, it was with a softer tone, partly filled with concession.
"Still, I won't go taking on the whole lot of them....but as soon as the LPI have a bead on the guy who put it together he's mine. I already talked to Kim about it. And to top it off I made friends with some of Johnathan's contacts. A certain officer at West Point for starters. I think I might go and see her soon. She could point me in the right direction as far as taking these guys on."
Bart wiped his brow. It was a little hot in the shop today. Maybe it was all the youthful impetuousness. "Well I suppose I'll have to settle with not taking a personal mission to kill yourself fighting the whole of the Liberty underworld." He grinned at his young friend. "You've been going over the tech manuals I've sent you right? And taken a swing through the simulator again? Going star-side rusty isn't good for your health. All that movement will give you an ulcer." His thick chuckle filled the maintenance bay.
Matt grinned. "Yeah, I went over them. Don't worry, I won't go swapping out a perfectly good graviton shield in laser town. As for flying, I'm ready." His voice was thick with confidence and determination. He'd always been a natural in fighters, but his brother had never really needed him as escort, plus they couldn't really manage the operating cost of a second ship. Too bad the police escort hadn't proved a match to the assortment of criminals who'd attacked his brother's convoy.
"Well I'm gonna go make my final round before heading up. Call me when she's ready." Dryson nodded to the mechanic and walked out of the bay.
2 hours later.
He punched the side of the cockpit. He couldn't believe it. They knew who he was, but weren't going after him. Kim had found out the guy's ID, but the police weren't going after him yet; and they didn't care that his brother, a Navy courier, had been killed in the action. Well to hell with the LPI. Kim was all the contact he needed with them anyway. He'd go to the Navy instead. 'Count on the professionals for the professional response' he thought as he cruised for the trade ring to West Point.
Pam Armstrong, Captain in the Liberty Navy shook his hand slowly.
"I'm sorry about Johnathan, Matt. He was a good friend to me and the Navy."
Pam had been John's controller on over 2 dozen missions in Liberty. She was a good friend of the family now; especially after John had chased off a Corsair raiding party in the border systems when things got too hot for Pam and her wing. Matt put a hand on the woman's shoulder when he saw a wave of sadness wash through her eyes. She'd been close to John. Maybe too close now that he was gone.
"What do you have on who did this to us?"
She looked a little surprised that he used the word 'us', but she smiled softly before taking a breath and composing her stern, officer attitude.
"Not much. I can tell you that John wasn't carrying H-Fuel though, he was transporting a military optronics suite prototype to be installed in one of our gunboats for testing."
Matt's eyes widened a bit. "Sounds like something the Lane Hackers would be after. So the LPI haven't given over the names and IDs of the pilots yet?" Armstrong shook her head slowly, a look of annoyance passing after an instant. Matt sighed. "Kim said things might be wrapped up tight. Looks like the district Lt Commander wants to push as much of this under the rug as he can."
Pam waved her hand, as though clearing the air of a foul oder. "No surprise, they really botched this for us. We only gave escort duty to the police because one of theirs with pull on the commander of the Missouri asked, and we thought it would help if it looked like a police convoy instead of a high profile Navy shipment."
Matt ran his hands through his messy blond hair. "Well they'll be hard to deal with as far as getting anything meaningful out of them. Luckily Kim's more police officer than LPI employee if you understand my drift." He reached into his jacket and pushed a pad onto the table. "There's the name, ship ID, and a short profile on him. Apparently he's an independent pirate."
Pam took the pad and read it over carefully. She'd heard about this one. "It's consistent with our reports on him. Joshua Brelani. He's got about half a dozen aliases, but he always flies a Wolfhound heavy fighter. He slips between pirate circles gaining influence in hopes of making his own pirate clan. If he was behind this, your Hacker guess wasn't far off. With Hacker support, he could make a lot of headway towards his goal."
The youth leaned forward in his seat. "So you think he attacked the convoy with his potential allies, and stole the optronics to give to the Lane Hackers?" She nodded as she scrolled down the pad, making several additions. "Well this guy isn't some small fry that should be ignored. Do the police know this much?"
Pam shrugged. "I really couldn't tell you. We both have a file on him but what we share isn't always the same. We've told the Manhattan and LA police that we want him bad, but they've never caught him, and we never disclosed full details besides a list of enough offenses to keep him in their hot list."
Dryson slumped back in his chair. "Talk about complicated."
Pam interjected quickly: "It's just the protocols. We're a government military; and while we trust the police, the protocols were written with the facts in mind. LPI is a business. They're basically a highly advanced and permanently aligned mercenary unit; but they are still an economic entity first. We have to be careful to keep sensitive Naval intel secure."
He nodded. "You don't have to justify comm protocol to me. So now that we have our full profile on this guy, what do we do?"
Pam sat back and thought for a while. "Sending you out on an official head hunting mission would stress things between the Navy and LPI on this point. It's best if we don't do that. We need to form a cohesive front between military and domestic security, especially with the diplomatic situation with the other houses...What I can do is authorize a Defender heavy fighter, and I can give you back this pad, which is rightfully yours of course."
She slid the pad back with a wink. On it was additional information on Brelani and an requisition and authorization form for a Liberty heavy fighter.
She grinned ever so slightly. "Ever since the new line of VHF's came out, the Defender is less in demand. Many are being mothballed for parts for the new craft and for maintaining the patrol fleet. They shouldn't give you any trouble about selling you one, though you'll have to pay the full worth of the fighter."
Matt smiled. The new ship would be a great boon. The flier just wasn't equipped for what he had in mind. "Thanks Pam, you're a life saver. I'll let you know what I find, and if I'm lucky I'll bring you back a few things for your trouble."
He departed West Point and headed for the Norfolk shipyard, where Battleship Missouri had a fresh heavy fighter waiting for him.
Age: 24
Parents: Deceased
Relatives: Johnathan Dryson - Liberty Navy Courier (Deceased)
Criminal Record: Clean
Flight Record: 513 hours flight time(non-autopilot), 3 minor accidents(paid for)
Physical: Fit. 5'9", 210 lbs. blond Hair, Green Eyes
Matthew Dryson stood in front of a starflier, examining it critically. It was better outfitted than most, with an upgraded shield and better weapon systems. He looked at the mechanic who was busy at a mobile console next to the flier.
"Is she ready to fly?" he asked as he approached the old grease monkey.
"Ready? Heck, I almost have to tie the darn thing down. Your brother left you a pristine ship considering it's age."
"It helped that he never really flew it once he got a hold of his Rhino." He took a moment to think about that block of a ship. Tough, always outfitted with the best defensive options and often carrying a potent offensive load-out. "I still can't figure how they were able to bring him down so fast...He was a good pilot, and he kept his ship in top form for the Navy."
The mechanic piped up grimly. "Pirates are only pirates because they are good at what they do: exploiting weaknesses. Remember that Matt, or they'll one day have your head too. Don't do anything foolish like make some vendetta over this. Too many of those already."
Matthew grimaced, then glared a little harder than he really needed to.
"The Rogues organized a jump on my brother and they murdered him. I'm not going to sit back and not do anything."
He stopped and took a breath, the scowl leaving his youthful features. His brother had said the same thing to him a long time ago. "They beat you up and took a few creds off of you. Think for once and don't go making some foolish vendetta. You'll just get yourself hurt." When he spoke again, it was with a softer tone, partly filled with concession.
"Still, I won't go taking on the whole lot of them....but as soon as the LPI have a bead on the guy who put it together he's mine. I already talked to Kim about it. And to top it off I made friends with some of Johnathan's contacts. A certain officer at West Point for starters. I think I might go and see her soon. She could point me in the right direction as far as taking these guys on."
Bart wiped his brow. It was a little hot in the shop today. Maybe it was all the youthful impetuousness. "Well I suppose I'll have to settle with not taking a personal mission to kill yourself fighting the whole of the Liberty underworld." He grinned at his young friend. "You've been going over the tech manuals I've sent you right? And taken a swing through the simulator again? Going star-side rusty isn't good for your health. All that movement will give you an ulcer." His thick chuckle filled the maintenance bay.
Matt grinned. "Yeah, I went over them. Don't worry, I won't go swapping out a perfectly good graviton shield in laser town. As for flying, I'm ready." His voice was thick with confidence and determination. He'd always been a natural in fighters, but his brother had never really needed him as escort, plus they couldn't really manage the operating cost of a second ship. Too bad the police escort hadn't proved a match to the assortment of criminals who'd attacked his brother's convoy.
"Well I'm gonna go make my final round before heading up. Call me when she's ready." Dryson nodded to the mechanic and walked out of the bay.
2 hours later.
He punched the side of the cockpit. He couldn't believe it. They knew who he was, but weren't going after him. Kim had found out the guy's ID, but the police weren't going after him yet; and they didn't care that his brother, a Navy courier, had been killed in the action. Well to hell with the LPI. Kim was all the contact he needed with them anyway. He'd go to the Navy instead. 'Count on the professionals for the professional response' he thought as he cruised for the trade ring to West Point.
Pam Armstrong, Captain in the Liberty Navy shook his hand slowly.
"I'm sorry about Johnathan, Matt. He was a good friend to me and the Navy."
Pam had been John's controller on over 2 dozen missions in Liberty. She was a good friend of the family now; especially after John had chased off a Corsair raiding party in the border systems when things got too hot for Pam and her wing. Matt put a hand on the woman's shoulder when he saw a wave of sadness wash through her eyes. She'd been close to John. Maybe too close now that he was gone.
"What do you have on who did this to us?"
She looked a little surprised that he used the word 'us', but she smiled softly before taking a breath and composing her stern, officer attitude.
"Not much. I can tell you that John wasn't carrying H-Fuel though, he was transporting a military optronics suite prototype to be installed in one of our gunboats for testing."
Matt's eyes widened a bit. "Sounds like something the Lane Hackers would be after. So the LPI haven't given over the names and IDs of the pilots yet?" Armstrong shook her head slowly, a look of annoyance passing after an instant. Matt sighed. "Kim said things might be wrapped up tight. Looks like the district Lt Commander wants to push as much of this under the rug as he can."
Pam waved her hand, as though clearing the air of a foul oder. "No surprise, they really botched this for us. We only gave escort duty to the police because one of theirs with pull on the commander of the Missouri asked, and we thought it would help if it looked like a police convoy instead of a high profile Navy shipment."
Matt ran his hands through his messy blond hair. "Well they'll be hard to deal with as far as getting anything meaningful out of them. Luckily Kim's more police officer than LPI employee if you understand my drift." He reached into his jacket and pushed a pad onto the table. "There's the name, ship ID, and a short profile on him. Apparently he's an independent pirate."
Pam took the pad and read it over carefully. She'd heard about this one. "It's consistent with our reports on him. Joshua Brelani. He's got about half a dozen aliases, but he always flies a Wolfhound heavy fighter. He slips between pirate circles gaining influence in hopes of making his own pirate clan. If he was behind this, your Hacker guess wasn't far off. With Hacker support, he could make a lot of headway towards his goal."
The youth leaned forward in his seat. "So you think he attacked the convoy with his potential allies, and stole the optronics to give to the Lane Hackers?" She nodded as she scrolled down the pad, making several additions. "Well this guy isn't some small fry that should be ignored. Do the police know this much?"
Pam shrugged. "I really couldn't tell you. We both have a file on him but what we share isn't always the same. We've told the Manhattan and LA police that we want him bad, but they've never caught him, and we never disclosed full details besides a list of enough offenses to keep him in their hot list."
Dryson slumped back in his chair. "Talk about complicated."
Pam interjected quickly: "It's just the protocols. We're a government military; and while we trust the police, the protocols were written with the facts in mind. LPI is a business. They're basically a highly advanced and permanently aligned mercenary unit; but they are still an economic entity first. We have to be careful to keep sensitive Naval intel secure."
He nodded. "You don't have to justify comm protocol to me. So now that we have our full profile on this guy, what do we do?"
Pam sat back and thought for a while. "Sending you out on an official head hunting mission would stress things between the Navy and LPI on this point. It's best if we don't do that. We need to form a cohesive front between military and domestic security, especially with the diplomatic situation with the other houses...What I can do is authorize a Defender heavy fighter, and I can give you back this pad, which is rightfully yours of course."
She slid the pad back with a wink. On it was additional information on Brelani and an requisition and authorization form for a Liberty heavy fighter.
She grinned ever so slightly. "Ever since the new line of VHF's came out, the Defender is less in demand. Many are being mothballed for parts for the new craft and for maintaining the patrol fleet. They shouldn't give you any trouble about selling you one, though you'll have to pay the full worth of the fighter."
Matt smiled. The new ship would be a great boon. The flier just wasn't equipped for what he had in mind. "Thanks Pam, you're a life saver. I'll let you know what I find, and if I'm lucky I'll bring you back a few things for your trouble."
He departed West Point and headed for the Norfolk shipyard, where Battleship Missouri had a fresh heavy fighter waiting for him.