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Viktor Reich - Chucc - 04-28-2011 It was an ordinary day on Ronneburg. Ships came and went, pilots drank and fought in the bars. Viktor had managed to make a few extra bucks, cleaning ships for some of the regular pilots. He fixed minor body damage, could repair most communication devices that the fighters utilized. On a good week he made a few thousand credits, but it had been a great week. Apparently there was some major offensive being prepared for. He wasn't really in the popular crowd, he was just some deck tech and go to guy for a good fix. He knew many of the pilots on a face to face level, but he didn't think any of them actuall remembered his name. The last week or so had brought in many of the squadrons from surrounding bases. The usually casual Ronneburg flight deck had been a swarm of activity. The influx of ships coming and going made for a boom in Viktors business. This last couple weeks had brought him almost twenty thousand credits. He'd been busy night and day almost non-stop since the previous week. He decided to take his money and go hit the local card house. He was a fairly regular figure in the cards houses, he liked to play poker, and feeling lucky he sat down at a high stakes table. An hour or two into his game he's managed to turn his twenty thousand into over two hundred thousand credits. He takes a break and heads to the bar for a drink. Amazed to himself at the amazing luck he's having this night. In the bar he meets a fellow that claims to know where some real betting goes on. The Races, the man explains is a group of racers that run their ships in the minefields of Omega 5 and Omega 41. They fly in the minefields, running a course with weapons free, no holds barred, race to the death. It's the first Viktor has heard of such a thing, and the possibility for huge winnings is right up the nights alley, he tells himself. An hour later and Viktor finds himself approaching the minefield in Omega 41. Sirens blaring in the background, almost muted warning of Radiation, resonating from the Neutron Star in the center of the system. There are pilots from every walk of life in the crowds, from Hessian to Bretonians and Kusari men wearing their swords in the ornamental decor that is fancied there. Money flies back and forth, and lives are thrown away in the fields. Though many escape pods are recovered, a few never manage to get out, others simply are blown deeper in the fields, lost beyond help, until BOOM! By the third race, Viktor has won on every race. his account now floats just a ways below the ten million mark. It seems that Viktor is almost psychic, picking each races Trifecta without err. The man with him also starts betting with Viktor, and they both manage to pull in credits at an amazing rate. Such winning however, doesn't go unnoticed. Viktor has managed to call 5 races without err, and the people in charge are losing big money to him and his friend. One of the pit bosses is sent to investigate, and personally takes the next 5 races bets from Viktor. Seeing that Viktor truly is just picking the pilots seemingly at random, having no previous experience with the sport, the pit boss informs the organizers that he is just amazingly lucky. By the end of the night, deep in the morning hours, Viktor managed to pull in a bit over FIFTY MILLION CREDITS. After paying his house percentage and his large bar tab, he walks away from the night with a cool Forty-Two Million Credits. Instead of buying a small place and setting up a proper shop, like he had always dreamed. Viktor gets a wild idea and heads to a guy he knows that helps pilots replace their ships or get good used ones at a fair rate. After spending most of a day looking thru the options Viktor settles his eye on one of the "Heimdall" Hesian Gunboats. It is barely within his purchasing ability, but he figures it will pay for itself in the long run. He gives his friend the go ahead and makes the purchase. The next day...... Viktor Reich - Chucc - 04-28-2011 Viktor gets a call at his apartment, its his dealer telling him that his ship has arrived. Excited, Viktor races to the Hangar. "Here you go my freund, as promised. One Heimdall, fully equipped with basic cannons and a missile tube." Roger told Viktor as he came out of the elevator to the Deck. Viktor looked for the first time on his new gunship. He was trained to fly all kinds of space vessels during his time in the Rheinland Military. He had never flown a gunboat in space, but he did fairly well back in the simulator. How hard could it be? Upon seeing the bridge of the gunboat Viktor quickly realized he would need a couple more people to run the ship smoothly. He was determined however to take it out at least for a quick spin. A short time later, with his dealer friend helping him with controls, the newly named Workers Comp flies out of Ronneburg. Almost immediately a Corsair patrol flies by and starts to unload on the bigger ship. Viktor takes the Gunners seat and starts firing up the weapons console. It is a short time before he has cleaned up the small fighter patrol. He feels confident in his new ship, almost invincible. Then on the scanner comes the blip that means a larger vessel is passing by. Taking a closer look he sees a Junker Congress ship, carrying a full load of cargo, of which he forgot to pay any attention to what it was in attempt to make his first stripe. "Hello there, junker. care to make a donation to hip maintenance? Say a hundred thousand credits or so should hold me over just fine." Viktor tells the large transport, as he lets a Cruise Disruptor fly. The response from the large ship is kind of amused. a Patient voice comes thru the comms, "How about you do a little escort duty for us to the next system, and Ill drop you a million credits. I'm just headed over to Leon." "That works for me. Lead the way." Is the obvious reply. Its a quick lesson for the green pilot of the gunboat, Leon is a Corsair Base in Omega 41. As the two ships get closer, Viktor starts to wonder if taking the deal was so wise after all. "Well, here ya go, thanks for the escort." Comes across the comms, along with confirmation of a wired transfer of one million credits to Viktors account. "Thank you and safe flying to you, I gotta get outta here. These patrols aren't impressed at my being here." Viktor says as he pulls away from the base and starts his cruise engines. Needless to say, the patrols are also carrying disruptors and continuously use them to their advantage. As Viktor is trying to evade the fire of the swarm of fighters he is informed by roger of a Praefect Cruiser 'Typhoon' is within engagement distance. The large Corsair vessel closes the distance as the undermanned gunboat continues to evade the fighters hail of fire. "What are you doing here?" Rips thru the common channel, the accent thick, from the Cruiser. Viktor worries for a moment, as the Corsairs are the hated ememy of the Hessians. Knowing that he doesn't stand a chance against the monstrous Cruiser in his Gunboat with only the two people piloting, he is polite when he says, "I just finished escorting a smuggler. I was attempting to go back to my space but the patrols keep CD'ing me." The confusion is almost visible, even over the radio when the inevitable next question comes. "What base did they go to?" the faceless, nameless voice asks. Turning red, even though he knows he can't be seen, Viktor replies, "Leon sir." Viktor finally gets the cruise engine alive and it starts to scream just as the Corsair cruiser's pilot seemingly bewildered says, "You know thats a Corsair base right?" "I do now. Have a good day sir, and I'll see you," Viktor flies as fast as the gunboat will take him back to Ronneburg and lands the gunboat, fearing the entire time that Corsairs will descend on his ship at any moment for that blatant disregard for animosity, and old hatred, and for daring to escort a Junker to Their base. Feeling a little less sure of himself, Viktor heads to the bar to drink his nerves back to normal with Roger and see about finding a crew for his ship. Viktor Reich - Chucc - 04-28-2011 Viktor takes it into his mind that he is going to become one of the Hessian Guard pilots. To accomplish this goal, he begins taking random missions from any and every fellow Hessian he can manage to get. He hunts down countless 'Sairs and Hunter pilots for the Hessians on Ronneburg and Friedstat, the Hessian base he came across in Omega 11. He had never been away from Ronneburg for more than a short trip for training back in his military days. That trip hadn't let him explore or see space as he went by. He was determined to see the other systems, Liberty, Bretonia, and maybe go drink a little with the Molly's of Dublin. He'd done some work for a group of Moly Pilots one time. So, after gathering a few of his friends, and a couple guys that had some experience, the group set off. Viktor felt the flutter of many butterflies that first few hours out. They managesd to make a few million credits doing the odd jobs around the bases and made some decent contacts for future work as well. Nothing solid, but offers were there. They first started by picking up a load of 300 Blood Diamonds from the last employer they did work for. It seemed he had a few mining ships out in the radiation pulling in Diamonds for him. However, he said he could use more people to move them. It was kind of a test, kind of an oportunity, open to his effort and ability to decide how much or little he made. Finally, the Workers.Comp was on its way. Most of the crew were green pilots, Viktor included, but they had managed to hold their own in the Omegas so far, so getting to Liberty and then on to Dublin didn't seem that hard. They set a course for the Stuttgart Jump Gate. The flight thru Rheinland was fairly quiet, until reaching Hamburg and passing a lone Freelancer named Mathew.Haywood. "Hail there freelancer, want to make a few bucks?" Viktor called over the radio to the man. "I need someone to sell these rocks for me in Colorado. I'll make it worth your time." It seems that appealing to the mans need for money was the wise course of action, as Mathew replied, "I'm willing to do that." Viktor told him to meet him in colorado, for his safety, as the Liberty forces would only see his Hessian IFF, and not the man in charge of the ship. He was sure of that, and was quickly proved correct as he came into range of Norfolk Shipyard. There was a small group just hanging around outside, and it didn't bode well for Viktor and the Workers.Comp. Viktor has the helmsman drop out of the lane a little shy of the shipyard and the nearby batleship, and engage the cruise engines. He hopes to avoid any conflict by just zooming thru. He manages to get by without any of the disruptor missiles catching his tail. "Engaging Workers Comp." Comms over the system wide channel. And the Liberty Gunboat LM-Uss.Independance zooms into action falling in behind the Workers.Comp Viktor knows he has the lead, but only by a small margin. This is Liberty, he's heard the horror stories about the fleets of capital ships roaming the lanes to protect the trade of the big companies. He hopes that they are just jokes, blown out of proportion to make the teller seem more fierce than they really are. That the Liberty pilots are all blood thirsty and will just fire on anyone not from their systems. Viktor's heart sinks as he hears, "This is bounty hunter Cross to Independance, do you need of assistance?" from the Hunter gunboat that had been hanging with the Independance at Norfolk Shipyard. The expected, "Yes" seems to seal the fate of the crew of the Workers.Comp, and the chase is on in ernest. Logs of the conversation can be found: Chat log In the end the LN managed to find the heart to give Viktor a chance, after a 300K+ chase, and Viktor paid 100,000 for a bond to the LN to hold as an equivalent to Bail. It was never found that the Workers.Comp ha ever been in any trouble, tho it did stand accused. In the end the Liberty Naval force actually offered assistance to the Workers.Comp in handling Rheinlander Military types in the future. Viktor looks back on his visit to Liberty as an interesting one, and laughs at the lack of openness there is to outsiders, especially of any group that may have had bad press. Still, he thinks, It could be the beginning of a new time of allies in the future, I mean heck, if I can drop weed cookies to a Liberty Officer, while he is on duty, well, then anything is possible. Having gotten clearance from the Liberty Navy, Viktor and the Workers.Comp head to Colorado and make the drop, giving the majority of the profits to the fence that was willing to do the job. The man earned it for his patience and willingness to take such a chance. Deal finished and nothing left to hold them in Liberty the crew of the Workers.Comp headed thru California towards Bretonia and the Arranmore pilots that Viktor hoped to find when he managed to reach that base. He never imagined he would find a Large Transport ship sporting a Xenos IFF, but as he came past the Kensington junction he caught a peek of the IFF, following it to the Cambridge Gate allowed for a clear picture and confirmation. A quick cal to the BAF confirmed that the vessel and its company had been experiencing technical dificulties of this sort. Unfortunately enough, as Viktor had oped to get the BAF to go after the pilot leaving New London open for anyone to raise hell. A quick and uneventful jump to Dublin system was all that was left for the run to Arranmore and into the waiting bar. It was just a matter of time till someone came along or he ran out of money. His crew was hapy, the station was happy as the ship brought almost 30 Corsair pilots and a few Bret government chaps.