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Indiana - Department of Doom - Asgardian - 03-11-2010
Drifting through the dead of space, the seemingly insignificant scrap of metal creaked and hummed as the heavy cables dragged it into the beyond. Suddenly, lights flickered on and off around the bulk, with smoke emanating from several sections. On closer observation, the words Indiana Department of Doom could be vaguely made out on the dented sheath at the front of what could be called a ship. Just above this inscription, a clear glass viewport stretched around what was the bridge of the ship. Inside, howling alarms and slow, strobing green lights filled the room, accompanied with the choking presence of smoke. Amongst the artificial sounds of clunking and eerie creaking, a consistent tapping was heard. Sitting at the very centre of the barren bridge, a single man sat, strumming his fingers on the armrests. Smoke swirled around his face as he deeply breathed in and out, a somewhat focused look on his face, with a hint of anger around his eyes.
All of a sudden, he came out of his trance-like state to hear a deep, harsh and somewhat crackly voice over the damaged comms system.
Malrone. You still alive over there?
He cocked one eyebrow and replied playfully,
Yeah, sure. Doin just dandy. Few hard drinks wouldnt go astray.
The voice simply snuffed over the comms and replied.
Were almost there.
The comms crackled and phased out, Malrone leant back in his chair and mumbled quietly to himself.
Indiana - Department of Doom - Durandal - 03-11-2010
Reynard stood on the bridge of the Undaunted as it began to enter the ice field. It'd been nearly an hour cruising through Magellan on impulse speed from the Freeport and space felt warm and cramped, crackling with ion activity. Malrone was right. Hard drinks on Mactan afterwards. But his mind was wandering.
"Delta wing, report in."
"This is Delta lead, reporting in. We're getting a bit low on fuel. Star Captain Taneru took minimal damage from the Tesla back at Freeport IV, but otherwise we're fine." Raisu's voice cracked over the Comms."
Space was thicker now, the dark ice field encroaching around the two gunboats and their escort. He couldn't see even two feet ahead of him out of the bridge - something about ice fields and nebulae had always bothered Reynard, despite having served on the Fate's Hand for two years. A thin smile cracked on Reynard's face as they approached the silhouette of a large rock and a siege cruiser off in the distance.
"This is Undaunted actual to Mactan control, do you read?"
"Mactan control here, good to see you back, "Lord Commander.." the comms officer on Mactan muttered sarcastically. Ties with the Lane Hackers had been growing more and more strained lately, but at least they still had managed to hold on to their docking rights.
"We're bringing in something big, Mactan. We managed to subdue Captain Malrone and a severely damaged Indiana."
"This is the third one in a week, Reynard! Bloody hell, how do maintain all those- nevermind, we'll tell the gunners not to waste it."
Truth be told, the Legion didn't really manage to maintain anything other than the Pandion on Leniex very well at all. They were stretching their logistics capacity far too thin, and this was more about getting information out of Malrone than the pile of scrap that was holding him...
"Get two mooring fixtures cleared right away, and alert the security guards. Also two of the hardest drinks you've got in the bar."
Indiana - Department of Doom - Asgardian - 03-12-2010
A loud banging was heard on the bridge door of the Indiana, it opened slowly and then slammed shut again.
"I got it." yelled Malrone through the solid steel door as he lurched from his command chair towards the door control.
"Don't try anything stupid, Captain."
A wicked grin swept across his face.
"C'mon, fellas...I'm on your base, where could I possibly go?".
He fiddled with a few wires on the door, and tore down a spool of wire hanging above his head, placing it gently on the floor in front of the door. Turning his head away, he spliced two wires together, a small spark was emitted and the door finally opened. Malrone stepped back towards the command console, his hands behind his head as the two heavily armoured guards stepped towards him, guns raised.
"Careful of the that loose wiring...
Suddenly, a massive surge of electricity ran through the first guard's body, sending him flying straight into the adjacent wall. The other guard being taken off guard, was quickly tackled by Malrone and knocked out cold.
"Bloody hell. Did one of my plans just work?" Malrone muttered to himself as he holstered the second guard's weapon and datapad.
He walked down the hallway, from corridor to corridor, following the guard's datapad to a place designated "Hangar bay Delta". It was oddly unguarded for a Hacker base - Perhaps they thought no one could gain access to their base? It didn't matter, Malrone was about to get out of this horrid place and report back to High Command.
Looking at the screen, the next door on the right was the Hangar Bay, with the small pistol raised to chest-height, he swung around the corner to find something quite unexpected.
"Malrone. Nice of you to join me" said the same deep voice that boomed over his comms systems not a few minutes ago. Realising this had all been set up for him, Malrone grinned, shaking his head slightly at the same time. Two guards appeared by his side, disarming him and searching him.
"Worth a try, eh?"
He wasn't in a Hanger bay at all - A bar rather. Not the likes you see on Liberty, this bar was a bit more grimy and far darker than most. At the center of a large table , near the end of the room, was the man, slowly drinking a cold beverage.
"Sit down." he said - Pointing to a wooden seat opposite him. Malrone sat down hastily at the seat, a light-brown drink sitting on the table for him.
"I'm guessing this is the hard drink I ordered." Malrone said as he took a sip of it - As soon as he did, his face screwed up and he coughed a little.
"Damn, what the hell was that? Christ, if you're gonna kill me, at least make it quick and more tasteful."
"We have plans for you, Malrone."
With that, Malrone sighed harshly and looked into the swirl of his drink, wondering what this man had planned for him.
Indiana - Department of Doom - Durandal - 03-13-2010
Reynard chuckled and took a long swig of the brown, translucent substance in his glass, slamming it hard against the table.
"Nothing like nice hard Hellfire Whiskey after an op, eh Malrone?"
Reynard said, grinning a surprisingly white smile after doing so. They must have a good dental plan on this rock, or wherever the hell they actually lived. Malrone mused over the thought for a minute before shifting his attention back the wretched substance he'd just taken a sip of.
"You should drink up, may well be the last one you'll ever have."
"Thanks, but I'm not thirsty anymore for some reason..." Malrone said sarcastically.
He suddenly grimaced as he turned his attention towards the grimy square window, built into the dangerously looking unstable frame of metal, rock, and ice. Through the grime and what appeared to be dried blood covered window, he could barely make out the now de-pressurized hulk that was the Indiana, slowly being towed off into fog, becoming more obscured by the ice before finally vanishing completely.
"There, you took my ship, now I'd like to know why you haven't killed me already, or at least tossed me in the brig or held me for ransom. What use could you have with a mid ranking Liberty Navy officer such as myself?"
Reynard looked out toward the bar window himself, Malrone following his gaze with a raised eyebrow as he stared the other ship still being held next to the rock Reynard called Mactan.
"The LNS Tyrant..."
"Correct, Malrone. Tell me, do you know your way around a modern day siege cruiser...?"
Indiana - Department of Doom - Asgardian - 03-13-2010
Malrone paused for a moment and then turned back to Reynard, with a slight grin on his face.
"You've got to be joking..." chuckled Malrone.
Reynard stared coldly at him and shook his head - This quickly wiped the smile off his face.
"Hang on, hang on just a bloody minute, you expect me to invade one of the Navy's own ships, one of my ships so the Hellfire Legion can use it against Liberty in the future?" Yelled Malrone, slamming his drink down at the same time.
"You call it 'working against' Liberty, whereas we're actually working for a better---"
"Oh don't even think about feeding me that propaganda bull you feed the public." He snapped at Reynard.
Although Malrone was getting worked up, Reynard simply raised his voice a little and explained further.
"And don't you be so naive to think the Navy isn't corrupted. Come on, Malrone---"
"Corrupted? It 'aint perfect, but its all Liberty's got at the moment. And no, I don't believe all orders coming down from High Command are entirely lefit, but the good comes with the bad. You of all people should know that - Working with the likes of Hackers and Rogues."
Malrone calmed down, easing himself back onto the seat and picking his glass up again.
"You don't think I do my own digging - About the origins of the orders? How we got involved in this outrageous war..."
Sculling down the entire Whiskey, Reynard grinned slightly after Malrone's little let-off of steam.
"They started a war, Malrone. One in which many civilian lives have been in the crossfire. Thats why we need to neutralise them as soon as possible - To stop more unnecessary loss of life."
Reynard paused, staring out the window into the icy landscape that surrounded them, tapping the glass as he stated the quite obvious fact to Malrone,
"Doesn't matter anyway, Captain. There's no rescue party, no search grid being set up. There is no chance of escape."
Finishing off what was left of his Whiskey, he turned back to Malrone and lent back slightly.
"All thats keeping you alive is me. You do what I want and Navy Officer's lives may be spared today."
Pausing again, Malrone rubbed the stubble on his chin, shaking his head slightly, lowering his voice - As if someone within the Navy was listening.
"I can see why your propaganda works. What'd I have to do?"
Reynard smiled, nodding to one of his guards, who brought over some light-blue schematics.