01-19-2018, 07:17 PM
Eliza's Series "Z" was making it's way towards the Tau-37 jump hole in the Tau-23 system. Enma's recent verbal performance over the neural net had really pushed her plans into overdrive as Coronado was surely going to turn into a real mess quite soon if not already. The girl had mixed feelings about the whole mess and there was a tint of guilt that she couldn't help but feel in what she was doing. Whenever she thought about it all it felt all too surreal like a game of bluff between her and Enma over who snaps first. But the auburn haired girl was so deep in this mess that there was no way that she could simply turn back now. Loyola shouldn't have dared her to try and betray her anyways, it was all her own fault for getting in this mess, Valdez kept telling herself. And perhaps the National Council would show mercy? After all they didn't care much for Valdez herself since she had not obstructed them in any notable way. Sure Loyola was a whole different case but to the young pilot's knowledge the self-centered blonde had not taken any Maltese lives either, nor obstructed the cardamine trade in any noticeable way. Still, did it justify this grand betrayal Eliza was executing? Often enough it felt as if Enma was simply using her but was that a good enough excuse to sell her to the vicious sharks that made up the Maltese Council? How much simpler would've things been if all this never happened in the first place. Valdez sighed in hopelessness and tried to distract herself by checking on the cargo hold sensors. Everything looked normal - pressure was close to 1 atmosphere, oxygen levels were within acceptable levels and the tied up blonde was still there, not like she had anywhere to go, really. Another depressive sight followed.
"Core vessel, you are ordered to stop at once!"
A coarse male voice bearing a heavy accent snapped the girl out of her gloomy thoughts. Her eyes jumped in panic to the panel showing the scanner data. It was a Gallic Royal Navy patrol, 6 fighters and all in close enough proximity to intercept. Her ship still flashed Core colors, something she had neglected due to the recent complications of her plan and planned to fix once at Freeport 10, her last planned stop before entering Maltese sovereign territory. There was no way to run to Cali, not as a Core vessel at least. And not with 6 Gallic Lynxes on her tail either. And fighting them all at once? Hardly any realistic chance to win there either. Whatever trouble she already was in had just doubled.
"This is Core Sentinel Valdez heading to Freeport 10 on a diplomatic mission!"
"You are to halt your ship immediately and pass inspection! Refusal to comply with Royal Navy orders will be met with violent force."
The course voiced wing commander was not buying her made up story. Her worried tone and near stuttering was hardly convincing anyways. Beep, beep, beep! The sound of the Sabre's anti-missile ordinance system quickly alerted but without much time to react her ship's cruise mode was swiftly taken care of by the cruise disruptor warhead launched by one of her pursuers. Game over. There was no escape now. The girl pulled the throttle stick down to the end and the ship's engines deafened to the minimal purr needed to keep the ship online. Maybe she could bargain with them as well? She already planned to give Enma to the Council, it wasn't like anything would make her fall any lower anyways.
"You are to turn around and be escorted by us to battleship Guillestre where we will confirm your identity and that of the person inside your cargo hold."
Damn it, they knew about her 'passenger' in the ship's cargo hold. Eliza did not really believe in things such as karma but at this very moment very much felt as if the universe had gained sentience and omnipotence just to punish her for what she was doing. The dread overwhelmed the young girl. She couldn't even mumble a response. Her hands were shaking, she did not know what to do.
"I will give you one last warning."
The coarse, emotionless voice reminded her of the reality of the situation she found herself in. Hesitantly her hand pushed the throttle and set her craft into motion. The Gallic patrol soon enough followed the same action and formed around her ship to ensure she had nowhere to run. Guillestre awaited...
"Core vessel, you are ordered to stop at once!"
A coarse male voice bearing a heavy accent snapped the girl out of her gloomy thoughts. Her eyes jumped in panic to the panel showing the scanner data. It was a Gallic Royal Navy patrol, 6 fighters and all in close enough proximity to intercept. Her ship still flashed Core colors, something she had neglected due to the recent complications of her plan and planned to fix once at Freeport 10, her last planned stop before entering Maltese sovereign territory. There was no way to run to Cali, not as a Core vessel at least. And not with 6 Gallic Lynxes on her tail either. And fighting them all at once? Hardly any realistic chance to win there either. Whatever trouble she already was in had just doubled.
"This is Core Sentinel Valdez heading to Freeport 10 on a diplomatic mission!"
"You are to halt your ship immediately and pass inspection! Refusal to comply with Royal Navy orders will be met with violent force."
The course voiced wing commander was not buying her made up story. Her worried tone and near stuttering was hardly convincing anyways. Beep, beep, beep! The sound of the Sabre's anti-missile ordinance system quickly alerted but without much time to react her ship's cruise mode was swiftly taken care of by the cruise disruptor warhead launched by one of her pursuers. Game over. There was no escape now. The girl pulled the throttle stick down to the end and the ship's engines deafened to the minimal purr needed to keep the ship online. Maybe she could bargain with them as well? She already planned to give Enma to the Council, it wasn't like anything would make her fall any lower anyways.
"You are to turn around and be escorted by us to battleship Guillestre where we will confirm your identity and that of the person inside your cargo hold."
Damn it, they knew about her 'passenger' in the ship's cargo hold. Eliza did not really believe in things such as karma but at this very moment very much felt as if the universe had gained sentience and omnipotence just to punish her for what she was doing. The dread overwhelmed the young girl. She couldn't even mumble a response. Her hands were shaking, she did not know what to do.
"I will give you one last warning."
The coarse, emotionless voice reminded her of the reality of the situation she found herself in. Hesitantly her hand pushed the throttle and set her craft into motion. The Gallic patrol soon enough followed the same action and formed around her ship to ensure she had nowhere to run. Guillestre awaited...