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Stories Abboard - -Rax- - 01-09-2018
Omega-3, Coombe Asteroid Field
8 2 5 A.S.
Reaching to repost in Douglas Station
8 2 5 A.S.
Reaching to repost in Douglas Station
Marie lost her view in the depths of the orange shaded nebula, at the time trying to count the small asteroids crossing the cockpit window, without a hope of holding it for too long. She looks more tired than she really is, the kind of outworn she used to get on long space journeys .
Sitting close to her, Andrej is piloting the freighter manual-setted. He's wearing his day by day unfingered gloves, a hat and a kind of scarf against the cold weather of the inner ship. Turns out the fuel's running out and they still have a distance to reach Douglas, so they're saving it from calefaction. His music recorder was playing his favourite playlist, so he was halfway singing the songs filling up the silent ambient with his unpleasant tone, which lasted as long as Marie's patience did.
Needless to say, their rusty shared freighter looked more than outdated at this point. It belonged to Marie firstly, which ended up sharing , for working purposes with Andrej. Even if it lasted for more than 40 years in service for various traders, the piece of old metal was nothing more than scrap for the Junkers, and they both knew it and looked for a change, which was close to come.
Marie and Andrej are taking care of the ship, working together in the trade of goods among the houses. They both use to work for small corporations, moving, selling or buying products and moving the product. Their fastness on the journeys and quality is highly remarkable by the ones hiring them, not to mention the fact that they hardly ever found issues on the road.
Twenty more minutes had to pass for the landing, Marie was already sleeping in her seat. Andrej gently covered her with his leather jacket, with one hand still in the controls. There's when unexpectedly the old fuel-oil motors stopped working , as well as the lights, with a strong sound.
..."Oh crap!" ...
Sitting close to her, Andrej is piloting the freighter manual-setted. He's wearing his day by day unfingered gloves, a hat and a kind of scarf against the cold weather of the inner ship. Turns out the fuel's running out and they still have a distance to reach Douglas, so they're saving it from calefaction. His music recorder was playing his favourite playlist, so he was halfway singing the songs filling up the silent ambient with his unpleasant tone, which lasted as long as Marie's patience did.
Needless to say, their rusty shared freighter looked more than outdated at this point. It belonged to Marie firstly, which ended up sharing , for working purposes with Andrej. Even if it lasted for more than 40 years in service for various traders, the piece of old metal was nothing more than scrap for the Junkers, and they both knew it and looked for a change, which was close to come.
Marie and Andrej are taking care of the ship, working together in the trade of goods among the houses. They both use to work for small corporations, moving, selling or buying products and moving the product. Their fastness on the journeys and quality is highly remarkable by the ones hiring them, not to mention the fact that they hardly ever found issues on the road.
[...]
Twenty more minutes had to pass for the landing, Marie was already sleeping in her seat. Andrej gently covered her with his leather jacket, with one hand still in the controls. There's when unexpectedly the old fuel-oil motors stopped working , as well as the lights, with a strong sound.
..."Oh crap!" ...
RE: Stories Abboard - Diana.Daymarova - 01-11-2018
Marie freaks out. It is not a good experience to be woken up while your ship seems to be out of order. Hardly anything could be seen. Fortunately, the communications relay was online, so they could send a disterss signal if necessary. Radar worked fine as well. She stood up and took Andrej with her to the engine room.
The engine was overheated and the power core was expired. No wonder, the ship remembered the nomad war. Marie bought it many years ago from a man, who felt the need to get rid of it. The price was relatively cheap, which motivated Marie to accept the offer. Ever since then she used the ship to do business along with Andrej onboard.
"There we go."
The lights turn on, but the engine refuses to cooperate. At least they are able to see each other now. There are some wrinkles to be seen on both faces. Good old youth. Marie rubs her eyes. They are chocolate brown and she looks somewhat charismatic with them. Her shoulders are covered with dark, curly hair, that many women would be jealous of. She appears to be tall because of the long legs. Not as tall as giraffe of course.
Marie comes to a conclusion, that sending a distress signal is the last action to rely on in this position. The two return to the cockpit and activate radio relay. As it begins to funciton, radar bleeps and indicates three hostile ships on sonar. They both glance at the escape pods.
RE: Stories Abboard - Pepe - 01-15-2018
Glancing at escape pods was not the same as using them. Three ships swiftly surrounded rusty freighter and unlucky couple realised glancing and not using was a wrong move. After short EMS fire, already weakened shields were down - totally. Next they heard were clangs of salvaging hooks grasping their ship. Hostile ships owned their freighter and they owned it tight.
After a minute of old rusty air pumps wheezing it was clear that someone is trying to embark the freighter. Yes. A strong knocking at the door... Unlucky couple switched to corridor camera and... they saw... HORROR!
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[...]
For old Corsair it was just another three-ship patrol, too far from his dry planet, food table and warm bed. Unexpectedly his radio woke up, putting patrol to auto-sequence formation of source triangulation. Soon there was a rusty freighter on their screens. It was full of food. And they wanted it. They wanted it a lot. Short cannon fire removed the shields. Hooks... salvaging maneuvers... embarking maneuvers... space suit on... particle gun in his hand... embark. He knocked at the rusty door. Moving sounds inside. Ah... There's someone on board. Corsair switched his side arm fire mode to RAPIDO.
..."OPEN EL DOOR!" ... "OPEN IT - OR I'LL OPEN IT WITH A NUKE!"
Door opened with a squeak and a couple was standing before short but strong figure of old Corsair. He had a gun and they had just eachother. He was smiling in a bad way. Black-haired woman was a head taller than Corsair, but she was shivering. He liked that part a lot.
..."Caramba!" ... "What a nice catch!"
..."But let me introduce myself." ... "Pepe Ladron. Also known as notorious El Comisario, the chief of Corsair police."
RE: Stories Abboard - -Rax- - 01-16-2018
Wondering what to do or to say, Andrej stood still looking at the man. Crappy looks, nutella odour coming from his pants and a glassy look. Marie fixed her sight on the bandit's hand, who was holding a kind of gun which looked morelike a plastic water sprayer, she wondered if he's willing to use it against them. They were both midly scared, but at the same time looking for the proper words to start a conversation. The man, instead, looked hungry and sweaty, apparently secure of himself on its own purposes.
They realized the man had to be a kind of Latino Outcast, or either a Corsair from Crete. Lacking of a Spanish dictionary would eventually make it worse, but Andrej did his best.
"Buen..os bandit". "Nosotros' no meat, si?" Andrej said, maybe expecting to break the ice and save both Marie and his own butt, or eventually make the man laugh. As he felt like he failed, he looked at Marie as she might use her nice speech and make the Ladrón disappear.
They realized the man had to be a kind of Latino Outcast, or either a Corsair from Crete. Lacking of a Spanish dictionary would eventually make it worse, but Andrej did his best.
"Buen..os bandit". "Nosotros' no meat, si?" Andrej said, maybe expecting to break the ice and save both Marie and his own butt, or eventually make the man laugh. As he felt like he failed, he looked at Marie as she might use her nice speech and make the Ladrón disappear.
RE: Stories Abboard - Diana.Daymarova - 01-19-2018
The corsair had a dangerous appearance. Especially while holding the fury in his hand. It was a fearsome situation. Quantums of thoughts came into Marie's mind each second, but they were never really evaluated. In the kitchen, will she be put into nutella, or will the nutella be put inside her? It's either a packaging, or a stuffing.
"P-Please don't eat us!"
Said Marie as she regretted it immediately. The horde of corsairs threw a sharp look at her, almost at the same time, which made them look like a badass group of meerkats. Staring at Ladron's ominous body was always accompanied by a strong shivering.
"We have errr... Cardimine flavoured meat!"
This was the worst thing she could probably say. It wasn't just so random and nonsensical thing to say, but the last thing Marie wanted was the corsairs somehow having them connected with outcasts. The escape pods seemed to be the last bet left. However, each move required to be thought of before performing. They couldn't just hurry to the escape pods. The risk of them getting shot by the deadly beauty would be too high to take. A diplomatic conversation would come in handy.
RE: Stories Abboard - Pepe - 01-22-2018
Ladron was trying to focus at Marie's eyes and check if she was lying, or at least hiding something. Almost three decades of police work made him very good in that. But... Focusing this time was harder than usual. Due to height differences, hes eye level was in level with her chest. And it was a very pretty view in this small freighter cockpit, while she was talking so scared and vulnerable. He felt nice and warm. Many things, together with word Cardamine, didn't reach Ladron's mind. He was boobs-blinded, like a pro.
He always liked to think of him self as a natural born diplomat. Well... there he was. Diplomacy was strong in this one.
His side-arm became heavy, so he returned it back to cover. He forgot to switch it to safe mode, of course.
..."Ok, Senora." He regained his famous talking skills.
... "Your ship entered Imperial space and my duty is to check you. I mean... check your cargo. Show me everything, por favor. I mean... your cargo. Show it to me."
Seeing Ladron's mighty weapon stashed again, Andrej got a ton of courage and swiftly opened a pass to cargo space. With surprising skill, Ladron went through narrow pass and disappeared between shelves. He was overwhelmed and took some time to phrase a smart question.
..."CARAMBA!" ... "WHAT'S IN THIS BOXES?"
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Ladron started to open random boxes. Couple could hear him tasting this or that. His chewing was too loud to not hear. He was mentioning caramba and mother a lot, like someone that just lost his keys in sewer drain and rain just started.
[...]
He's head was visible again in the cargo pass and he obviously had a snack. He had a question too.
..."AND WHERE TO HELL ARE YOU TAKING THIS FOOD TO?"
RE: Stories Abboard - Diana.Daymarova - 01-23-2018
Marie did her best at not cringing. The combination of Pepe's height and watching him load himself with synthetic food was almost laughable. It turned out to be useful when Marie's mind came up with an act of generosity. What if they leave all the food to corsiars? The words were already formulated.
"I have an offer for you. Andrej and I have no use for you. Instead, these boxes are all yours."
With this, she suceeded at not answering the original question that was forgotten afterwards.
"That's not all if you ask. This old scrap that we use for trading purposes is done for. However, it contains useful materials. Feel free to dismatnle it."
All the ispiration was lost with a look at Pepe's face. Did she miss anything? All the food and the ship itself, the source of spare parts, were not enough? One last piece of the puzzle was missing.
"And of course."
Marie headed to the cockpit, expressing embarrassment. It was the last and the only move that could save both of them. Although she wasn't hapy about it at all, she had to do it.
It took approximately one and half minute. Marie returned, holding a picture that she handed it over to Pepe without any sign of hesitation. It was her boobs. Bullseye. The Pepe's only weakness. In this case, his tastes were crucial.
RE: Stories Abboard - Pepe - 01-29-2018
Owning a freighter loaded with food was high on Ladron's scale of happy occasions. Owning a freighter on top was even merrier. But, a photo in his hands could be an issue. Let's say it honest, it was a nice photo of even nicer pair of breasts. But... what about Marie's husband, or whoever was that Andrej to her? He was pretty cool before that chica placed a nude to Ladron's hands. Now... look at him... he's even cooler. And being suspicious was a part of Ladron's job. He was proud about that perk of his.
Oh!
Andrej was controlling his feelings weeeeery wel... like... where was it?... Ah, yes. In his waste experience, Ladron was facing an assassin before. More than one, actually. It was during the crisis at Gran Canaria. Ladron almost died there. All of them assassins had something in common: they looked cool. Not cold as an ice, but more like a cold concrete when you seat on it. Ice is cold, but cold concrete sucks ones warmth out for a whole day. After another look at Andrej's poker face, Ladron definitely wished he has a gun.
Oh, wait. But he has the gun... right here, in his combat space suit.
..."Ok, don't move. I know what you are!" Well, to be honest, Ladron missed to reconsider another option, the true one. Andrej could be cool just because seeing an easy way out from this unpleasant situation. Eh...
However, in his famous wisdom, Ladron jumped back like a cat and pulled his side arm out. Unfortunately, it wasn't in safe mode. A short accidental burst made a pretty large hole in the rusty floor. In order to make things better, Ladron raised his weapon up, but then it made another hole in the ceiling. For ones that didn't know, mini Escopeta is a powerful gun. Marie and Andrej just realised that in the worst way. Doing the best they could, couple jumped to the floor, covering their heads. Ship started to lose air. Seeing people on floor and hearing all the shooting and noise, Ladron jumped to the floor too - with great experience. Oh, he was one of the best in that. Unluckily, a photo slipped from his fingers and was sucked out to open space. Amazingly, the same thing happened to his gun. It was very lucky for all, as it didn't want to stop shooting. It just continued blasting charges trigger-happily, even out from Ladron's hand and floating in space, right next to that awesome photo of boobs. Following some strange path, both photo and Ladron's side arm floated out far to some dark and hidden corner of Omegas.
... "Caramba, women! Look what have you done!" He reached his space helmet and started putting it on.
... "Why are you looking at me now? Run to the cargo hold while still is some air there!" Couple obeyed without a word, still not believing what just happened. Ladron closed cargo door hermetically after hem. They were safe for now and locked in.
[...]
..."CARAMBA!" ... "What a stupid gringos! We almost all died mucho muerto because of them!" That was what he said to his wondering wingmen, after leaving salvaging chamber and entering his fighter again.
..."We will have to drag them fast to safety, as they have not much air there" ... "Keep their ship hooked tight and set your course to mighty Fes! We will bring a surprise grande to our hermanos!"
Ships entered towing formation and started to move slowly to secret wormhole to Cambridge. Two Corsairs hoped no one else heard that distress call. Ladron was thinking about a loss of that nice nude photo.
RE: Stories Abboard - -Rax- - 02-01-2018
Now that was a thing. Trapped in their own cargo pot without a luck of escaping, their old freighter sinking and oxygen ending. At least, he thought, the sweaty man and their barbudos left. Now wondering, they're still out there? Did they leave and left them on their luck? They shortly noticed they're moving.
Noone could move the ship, thought, since its out of fuel. Noone in the cockpit. Noone in the cabin. Noone in the resting room. Four Corsair vessels outside.
"Damn. Okay , mighty Machos forced our freighter into formation. They're bringing us somewhere". Andrej told Marie.
"We're trapped, and will be meat for them". Bad luck and game over, he thought.
Making it worse, they shortly thought of any Corsair base around in the inner system. Marie, astonished, realized what that meant.
"Exactly. They're planning to jump into a wormhole with us into formation" Pause. "These ****** idiots got no ****** clue, damn"
Swearing to god now, Andrej started jumping around as this is helping. Marie started laughing.
"You know what? At least we'll be dead before this man bites our arses" Marie said, wtihout a hope of calming the situation.
A holed ship can't cross a wormhole. The inner forces might crush the ship instantly into small pieces. Even their shields were out at this point. They were trapped, without a window to see the death coming ... "death caused by a fourth of silly hungry idiots without a license of flying spacecrafts, nor a high school license, nor med' one, for god's sake!" Andrej yelled.
Marie, still more calmed than Andrej, took her sight to the cargo pods. An idea crossed her mind and get stuck in it.
"I'd rather let the outter space crush my head and freeze my blood instantly than dying here in this weird position, Marie. You better know what you're doing...". Andrej, upside down fitting in a square meter with Marie.
"There's only a chance of doing it right, so you better don't move too much either". She said.
The ambitious plan of Marie had a chance to work. The cargo pods could fit one person and a half inside, and they were made of titanium and carbon alloys, pretty strong for sure. Now, the tricky part. Marie activated her bracelet's radar to spot the closest wormhole. At the time they're jumping, the cargo hold would open automatically by pressing the Red button of Andrej's ship controls, which is always holding and wearing in the left side of his belt. They, then, might float away with the rest of the cargo pods, small fragments of the ship and asteroids.
The time has come. Music sounds from Andrej's headphones.
Noone could move the ship, thought, since its out of fuel. Noone in the cockpit. Noone in the cabin. Noone in the resting room. Four Corsair vessels outside.
"Damn. Okay , mighty Machos forced our freighter into formation. They're bringing us somewhere". Andrej told Marie.
"We're trapped, and will be meat for them". Bad luck and game over, he thought.
Making it worse, they shortly thought of any Corsair base around in the inner system. Marie, astonished, realized what that meant.
"Exactly. They're planning to jump into a wormhole with us into formation" Pause. "These ****** idiots got no ****** clue, damn"
Swearing to god now, Andrej started jumping around as this is helping. Marie started laughing.
"You know what? At least we'll be dead before this man bites our arses" Marie said, wtihout a hope of calming the situation.
A holed ship can't cross a wormhole. The inner forces might crush the ship instantly into small pieces. Even their shields were out at this point. They were trapped, without a window to see the death coming ... "death caused by a fourth of silly hungry idiots without a license of flying spacecrafts, nor a high school license, nor med' one, for god's sake!" Andrej yelled.
Marie, still more calmed than Andrej, took her sight to the cargo pods. An idea crossed her mind and get stuck in it.
[...]
"I'd rather let the outter space crush my head and freeze my blood instantly than dying here in this weird position, Marie. You better know what you're doing...". Andrej, upside down fitting in a square meter with Marie.
"There's only a chance of doing it right, so you better don't move too much either". She said.
The ambitious plan of Marie had a chance to work. The cargo pods could fit one person and a half inside, and they were made of titanium and carbon alloys, pretty strong for sure. Now, the tricky part. Marie activated her bracelet's radar to spot the closest wormhole. At the time they're jumping, the cargo hold would open automatically by pressing the Red button of Andrej's ship controls, which is always holding and wearing in the left side of his belt. They, then, might float away with the rest of the cargo pods, small fragments of the ship and asteroids.
[...]
The time has come. Music sounds from Andrej's headphones.
RE: Stories Abboard - Pepe - 02-02-2018
If it was easy, they'd give it to someone else. That thought was in Ladron's head, while he was sneaking through Omega-3, slowly towing a freighter full of food. He wasn't thinking a lot about unfortunate passengers. Eating people was part of Corsair long gone history, but they let that myth live - just to scare their enemies. Personally, Ladron would rather eat his left shoe, than human flesh. He was thinking if there could be some chocolate-nuts cream in that rusty freighter and how to hide it from battleship Fes cargo scan if there is any.
Having that heavy thoughts, he missed something again. Two things he missed, actually.
1. Rusty freighter started to dump out cargo canisters, slowly, one by one. Due to the fact Corsair patrol was sneaking with their active scanners off, no one could notice that. There could be some Armed Forces light patrols in that area, not to mention trigger-happy Hessian and Coalition ships. Any active transmission would attract their unwanted presence. There was no way to dogfight in towing formation, so Corsair patrol was pretty pants-down in that moment. So... scanners off and radio silence made cargo loss unnoticed. One by one...
2. Ladron's patrol couldn't contact battleship Fes Command either. If they did, they would report freighter status and Command officer would tell them not to jump via wormhole. Freighter was rusty, damaged by mini-Escopeta fire and it's little shield was off. Just one of those conditions was enough to make unstable hyperspace jump forces tear the freighter apart. Common Corsair combat pilot wouldn't know about those issues. They always fly sturdiest ships in Sirius, with all protection systems up. They don't tow damaged ships behind. They rather search for nice new corporations ships to make them damaged. Then they cut them to pieces and salvage to Tripoli in their huge Essedarius transports.
That's what they do. That's why Corsair patrol was approaching Cambridge wormhole, towing an empty damaged rusty freighter that will soon explode in their backs.
[...]
Few hours later they even felt great relief when Cambridge jump-hole was finally in their visual range. They managed to remain unnoticed so long and they started imagining seating at Fes's famous El Cantina, surrounded by warm chili sausages. So... they jumped. They jumped happily.
[...]
Time: a day later.
Place: Cadiz, Corsair secret base in Omega-5.
Salazar da Palma Oliveira didn't have a real rank in Corsair Armada. He was "just" a CoE's spokesman. But, he was close to Elders. If he asks you something, you tell him what he wants to hear. And he wanted to know how to hell did Corsair patrol have one freighter full of provisions and now they have just a photo of someone's breasts. And it was a very nice pair of, to be honest.
Instead of a freighter docked to Fes and plenty of food served to her crew, they had heavily damaged Titans, with shrapnel holes all around them, one pilot wounded and one mini-Escopeta side arm lost in space. Full report was in front of him and he somehow couldn't bother to read it all. It was full of small lies, exaggerating heroism of one particular pilot ("I jumped like a cat..." "In my endless wisdom..." "She was looking at me with her huge eyes..."). Salazar da Palma Oliveira sighted. There was no details why and how did freighter exploded. Did they really entered unstable jump hole towing a damaged vessel with it's shields down? And what happened to unlucky couple? Are they alive, floating to Freeport in their escape pods?
He took a look who's name was declared as patrol leader. Oh... Senor Pepe Ladron, Chief of Imperial Police. He chucked. He searched how did the Chief of Imperial Police lose his side weapon, attached to his space suit.
... "Caramba, that man jumped on me like a desert tiger and managed to force my arm out of my strong hands!"
Salazar was amused and started to read more. Let's see how did he capture this tiger-man into cargo bay.
... "He couldn't stand my deadly determination. I was obviously ready to deploy a lethal karate punch and he had no choice but to obey. His whore was keeping his hand and they both stepped back to cargo bay, where I had them under my control. Unfortunately, there was a hole in their ship, after we struggled to reach my gun on the floor. Women was screaming like crazy while we were fighting!"
Aaaaand a photo? How did he obtained it again after it was lost in deep space?
... "It just was here. It came to my cockpit window, with all other debris came out with us from Omega-3 through that loco shipcrushing wormhole! I unselfishly managed to get it in, risking my life, in order to get more material evident about what happened."
Salazar was laughing from the bottom of his heart. Oh, let's see what did Senor Ladron write on the end of his report!
... "After skill, bravery and leadership shown on this patrol, I'm sure my reward will be considerable."
A reward... Salazar da Palma Oliveira was a patient man. So, he simply closed this report and went to hiss bed. Let's call it a day, was his last thought before sleep came to him.