03-11-2011, 08:54 PM
There was little time, Ben clutched his bloody arm to his side as he navigated through the ship, betrayers all of them, apparently his services were no-longer required by the Katzists and attempted to murder him while he was in his quarters, thankfully his paranoia has saved him the fate of being stabbed as he managed to avoid death once more, still he should have expected this, but he was blinded by loyalty to Katz, to the cause and never seeing the Human Element that corrupts all causes.
As he slumped against a bulkhead, gaining his bearings he took several deep breaths, his glasses were had a large crack in one lense, Ben drew his TT-33 Combat Pistol and checked his ammunition, nodding to himself as he slid the nearly full clip back into the pistol, he pushed himself off from the bulkhead and continued to stumble down the corridor, Ben knew he could never return to the Coalition, either side would kill him, one for being betrayers, the other for being betrayed.
As he stumbled along he finally sighted the escape pods, Ben smirked to himself, patting his pockets which contained Data-Disks containing information on the new ship designs that he was privy to as well as intelligence on several Coalition secrets. Ben promised himself he would get out alive, he would disappear and hopefully they would think he was dead. Ben Warner was nolonger the Hero of the Coalition, Libertonian Terrorist, friend of Alvin Katz. He was now simply himself...He was....Free.
He approached the first Pod and opened it up, revealing a multi-person pod with enough food and water to last him until he could reach a base, Belfast...Nodding to himself as he agreed with his own choice. Belfast would be the best, the Mollys there were mostly trade-oriented and he was on good terms with most of them, he would be safe there for a short period of time before he could move on.
Climbing in and settling into the Pilot's seat he started the launch sequence, quickening his pace as he could hear boots running down the hall towards the area he was in, the door shut and he felt his pod being launched at a rapid rate away from the Lithuania and towards Belfast.
Sighing as the ship became smalling in the small view-port he finally relaxed, he was free, never again shall he join another cause, the Human Element was too much of an influence with greed and jealousy clouding the minds of men and women, as he sat there, exhausted from his ordeal he could not help but wonder.
"How did it come to this?"
As he slumped against a bulkhead, gaining his bearings he took several deep breaths, his glasses were had a large crack in one lense, Ben drew his TT-33 Combat Pistol and checked his ammunition, nodding to himself as he slid the nearly full clip back into the pistol, he pushed himself off from the bulkhead and continued to stumble down the corridor, Ben knew he could never return to the Coalition, either side would kill him, one for being betrayers, the other for being betrayed.
As he stumbled along he finally sighted the escape pods, Ben smirked to himself, patting his pockets which contained Data-Disks containing information on the new ship designs that he was privy to as well as intelligence on several Coalition secrets. Ben promised himself he would get out alive, he would disappear and hopefully they would think he was dead. Ben Warner was nolonger the Hero of the Coalition, Libertonian Terrorist, friend of Alvin Katz. He was now simply himself...He was....Free.
He approached the first Pod and opened it up, revealing a multi-person pod with enough food and water to last him until he could reach a base, Belfast...Nodding to himself as he agreed with his own choice. Belfast would be the best, the Mollys there were mostly trade-oriented and he was on good terms with most of them, he would be safe there for a short period of time before he could move on.
Climbing in and settling into the Pilot's seat he started the launch sequence, quickening his pace as he could hear boots running down the hall towards the area he was in, the door shut and he felt his pod being launched at a rapid rate away from the Lithuania and towards Belfast.
Sighing as the ship became smalling in the small view-port he finally relaxed, he was free, never again shall he join another cause, the Human Element was too much of an influence with greed and jealousy clouding the minds of men and women, as he sat there, exhausted from his ordeal he could not help but wonder.
"How did it come to this?"