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The start of something grand. - Price_ - 06-03-2011
Two well built adolescent boys stood looking out one of the big windows on Freeport 4 in Magellan. One had shoulder length dark copper colored hair, a soft baby face buried under a thick copper beard and piercing green eyes. The other had short dusty blonde hair, a strong set jaw, was clean shaven and had soft blue eyes.
They were both born to families of two completely different worlds, that really were not at all different. One was a single father, an ex-molly on the run from Bretonia, the other a couple from liberty trying to make it as miners.
“Ya think we'll ever get off this dump Richie?” The dark haired one said lighting two cigarettes and passing one to Richard.
“With out a doubt Isaac, You and me are going to go places. I'm gonna be one of the richest men in all of Sirius, I'll need someone to clean my toilets so you'll be needed.” Richard said with a smirk that was quickly wiped away when Isaac punched him in the arm.
“I ain't gonna be no ones maid Richie, an certainly not workin' for you as some corporate fat cat.” Isaac said taking a drag of his cigarette.
“You're bound to be the biggest throne in my side, always looking for some crazy revolution Isaac.” Richard said blowing smoke rings
“Would rather change the universe then have it changed for me Richie, least I'll have a say in things when its over.”
The two sat there watching the trade ships go by for a bit longer blowing smoke rings and watching the universe turn, both with entirely different views on life brought together by some weird fluke of fate.
//This is the start of the joint back story between Richard Price and Isaac Shaw two of my main characters.
They were both born to families of two completely different worlds, that really were not at all different. One was a single father, an ex-molly on the run from Bretonia, the other a couple from liberty trying to make it as miners.
“Ya think we'll ever get off this dump Richie?” The dark haired one said lighting two cigarettes and passing one to Richard.
“With out a doubt Isaac, You and me are going to go places. I'm gonna be one of the richest men in all of Sirius, I'll need someone to clean my toilets so you'll be needed.” Richard said with a smirk that was quickly wiped away when Isaac punched him in the arm.
“I ain't gonna be no ones maid Richie, an certainly not workin' for you as some corporate fat cat.” Isaac said taking a drag of his cigarette.
“You're bound to be the biggest throne in my side, always looking for some crazy revolution Isaac.” Richard said blowing smoke rings
“Would rather change the universe then have it changed for me Richie, least I'll have a say in things when its over.”
The two sat there watching the trade ships go by for a bit longer blowing smoke rings and watching the universe turn, both with entirely different views on life brought together by some weird fluke of fate.
//This is the start of the joint back story between Richard Price and Isaac Shaw two of my main characters.
The start of something grand. - Price_ - 06-05-2011
“PRICE! GET OUT OF BED! NOW COME ON I DID IT! I FRAKING DID IT!” Issac screamed pounding on the door to Richards quarters.
Richard rolled out of bed and made his way to the door.
“What are you going on about! It's four in the morning Shaw, I want to sleep!” He opened the door and Isaac ran into the room and started throwing opening drawers and cabinets.
“Where did you put it! I know I gave it to you! I know its here somewhere!” he screamed tearing the place apart.
“ISAAC! CHILL THE HECK OUT!” Richard demanded slapping him across the face. “What is going on that you woke me up at four in the morning and are tearing my room apart!?“
“Ya remember that guy we met at the bar last night? the Junker? I started talkin' to him again after you left. When I mentioned that we were looking for a way off the rock he said he had two ships he was trying to sell! We worked out a payment plan and I just bought us a Startracker and a Rhino. Richie, we are getting off this dump! Just help me find the damn pistols!”
Richard stood there a minute his jaw hanging open, he knew this all sounded to good and that something had to be seriously wrong. “Isaac... I have a incredibly bad feeling about this... how much money did you agree to pay?”
“200,000 credits but we have three months to pay for it all! We'll be able to make it up in no time!”
“TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND!?!? Isaac! Those ships brand new are aren't worth half of that! And you can bet nothing from a Junker is in the same shape it would be from the shipyard!” Richard screamed
“I know! But damnit Richie! We've got to get off of this rock somehow, we're both broke, our parents our broke, nobody is gonna sell us two ships in any sort of decent condition we have to take this chance.”
Three weeks later
“Freistadt this is the Independent Trader Convoy Delta 42-2600 requesting permission to dock.”
“Rodger Delta Convoy 42-2600 this is Freistadt, you are clear to land.”
“See Richie, I told you we'd make it with out any problems.”
“My engine reactor almost melted down three times, the life support system is hardly working so I've been freezing my nuts off this whole time. Not to mention that if that Bretonia gunboat had not come along when it did those corsairs would have taken our cargo and sold us into slavery. But sure Isaac you were right, no problems at all.”
the two exited their ships and walked into the bar. Neither one of them in any reasonably presentable state, they had just spent three weeks in ships that shouldn't have been able to make the journey from Freeport 4.
“Look we'll sit here order a couple drinks while they unload the mining machinery and then we will go see if we can't load her up with something else.” Isaac said sitting down at the bar and ordering two drinks.
“It had better be something worth more then this, if we keep this up Isaac we aren't gonna make the deadline to pay back that Junker we still are only half way there.”
“Yeah I know, We'll figure something out Richie don't worry so much.
Richard rolled out of bed and made his way to the door.
“What are you going on about! It's four in the morning Shaw, I want to sleep!” He opened the door and Isaac ran into the room and started throwing opening drawers and cabinets.
“Where did you put it! I know I gave it to you! I know its here somewhere!” he screamed tearing the place apart.
“ISAAC! CHILL THE HECK OUT!” Richard demanded slapping him across the face. “What is going on that you woke me up at four in the morning and are tearing my room apart!?“
“Ya remember that guy we met at the bar last night? the Junker? I started talkin' to him again after you left. When I mentioned that we were looking for a way off the rock he said he had two ships he was trying to sell! We worked out a payment plan and I just bought us a Startracker and a Rhino. Richie, we are getting off this dump! Just help me find the damn pistols!”
Richard stood there a minute his jaw hanging open, he knew this all sounded to good and that something had to be seriously wrong. “Isaac... I have a incredibly bad feeling about this... how much money did you agree to pay?”
“200,000 credits but we have three months to pay for it all! We'll be able to make it up in no time!”
“TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND!?!? Isaac! Those ships brand new are aren't worth half of that! And you can bet nothing from a Junker is in the same shape it would be from the shipyard!” Richard screamed
“I know! But damnit Richie! We've got to get off of this rock somehow, we're both broke, our parents our broke, nobody is gonna sell us two ships in any sort of decent condition we have to take this chance.”
Three weeks later
“Freistadt this is the Independent Trader Convoy Delta 42-2600 requesting permission to dock.”
“Rodger Delta Convoy 42-2600 this is Freistadt, you are clear to land.”
“See Richie, I told you we'd make it with out any problems.”
“My engine reactor almost melted down three times, the life support system is hardly working so I've been freezing my nuts off this whole time. Not to mention that if that Bretonia gunboat had not come along when it did those corsairs would have taken our cargo and sold us into slavery. But sure Isaac you were right, no problems at all.”
the two exited their ships and walked into the bar. Neither one of them in any reasonably presentable state, they had just spent three weeks in ships that shouldn't have been able to make the journey from Freeport 4.
“Look we'll sit here order a couple drinks while they unload the mining machinery and then we will go see if we can't load her up with something else.” Isaac said sitting down at the bar and ordering two drinks.
“It had better be something worth more then this, if we keep this up Isaac we aren't gonna make the deadline to pay back that Junker we still are only half way there.”
“Yeah I know, We'll figure something out Richie don't worry so much.
The start of something grand. - Price_ - 06-07-2011
“So Isaac, why are we meeting this Junker clear in the middle of no where again?” Richard said laying back in his chair as they were pulling into Freeport 10.
“Just trust me Richie I gotta plan here, just follow my lead alright?” Isaac said as they landed on the deck of the station. “Don't forget that pistol I got you.”
“Have I ever told you how much I hate it when you say that.?”
Isaac walked to the back of the bar and sat down at the table with the Junker, Richard taking a seat at the bar with in ear shot.
“Yee are late Mr. Shaw.” The Junker spoke with a thick Bretonian accent and was clearly a man of short patience. He was older with gray hair around his temples and many scars on his face, it was clear at one time he was a fighter of some sort but that those days were behind him and that age had slowed him. “Why did ya insist on meeting 'ere? Even after I's told ya dat it would cost ya 'nother fifty thousand?”
“I felt neutral ground was needed, Let's just say I've had some people try and pull one over on me a couple times recently and I'm not exactly trusting of people right now.” Isaac said lighting a cigarette. “Now let's talk business a minute here Junker. I wont be paying you for those ships.”
Sitting at the bar Richard was listening to the conversation and praying to whatever was out there that things were not going to come to this, but somehow he wasn't surprised when they did. He ordered a shot of the strongest liquor the bartender had and downed it.
“What ya mean ya wont be payin' me back?! Who do ya think yee are?” The Junker's voice was getting louder as he went on. “Yer nothin' but some kid who thinks he's a man! Ya probably ain't even got a gun worth a dime anyway!”
“You may want to lower your voice a bit there mate. You're right, I ain't anybody but look around this room. You see that group sitting at that table over there?” Isaac pointed to a group of six guys sitting at a table along side the bar. “Those are six bounty hunters from Rheinland. It seems someone has reported you to the RFP for smuggling Alien Artifacts, Nomad Relics and Bio-chemical weapons into and through Rheinland. They've placed a fifteen Million bounty on your head. If they were to catch wind of you being in here I am sure they would be more then happy to shoot you as Rheinland doesn't much care if you are alive or not.” Isaac sat back with a smirk and puffed on his cigarette.
The color drained from the Junkers face as he slid down into his seat. He had clearly under estimated the ability and ruthlessness of Isaac.
“'aight lad, what dah devil do ya want?”
“I want to distract you long enough to do this.” Isaac said as he pulled the trigger on the shotgun under the table shooting the Junker in the chest.
At the sound of the gunshot two men a couple tables over stood up and pulled their guns out. Richard shot the first one in the chest the second fired off a shot grazing Isaac's left arm before he could get a shot off taking him out.
“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF ALL OF THIS!” The bartender screamed holding a rifle.
“Hey now! Calm down.” Isaac said sliding his gun away and holding his arm. “Just collecting a bounty alright? Nothing to see here I'm sorry for the commotion. Common Richie let's get outta here.”
They walked out of the bar and back towards their ships.
“Isaac what the hell was that?!? how did you know Rheinland had a bounty for him! Fifteen million credits! WE'RE RICH!!!” Richard was practically dancing.
“Yeah, there ain't any bounty on him, I was bluffing.” Isaac said pulling up the sleeve to look at his arm. “damnit I think I'm going to need medical for this thing, I hate doctors...”
“Wait you mean there wasn't a bounty on that junker? We don't have fifteen million credits?!? Then why did you shoot him?!” Richard demanded.
“I thought it would be better to keep the money then pay him back for the ships.” Isaac said turning to walk towards the medical ward. “Plus now we can afford better ships, or at least to repair the ones we've got.”
“So you mean to tell me you shot that man in cold blood?! Isaac that's murder!”
“Why do you think we are on a Zoner base three weeks from any sort of lawful house? There aren't any laws out here, especially not a Zoner base. Now shut up and go get the ships ready this shouldn't take a minute.”
“Just trust me Richie I gotta plan here, just follow my lead alright?” Isaac said as they landed on the deck of the station. “Don't forget that pistol I got you.”
“Have I ever told you how much I hate it when you say that.?”
Isaac walked to the back of the bar and sat down at the table with the Junker, Richard taking a seat at the bar with in ear shot.
“Yee are late Mr. Shaw.” The Junker spoke with a thick Bretonian accent and was clearly a man of short patience. He was older with gray hair around his temples and many scars on his face, it was clear at one time he was a fighter of some sort but that those days were behind him and that age had slowed him. “Why did ya insist on meeting 'ere? Even after I's told ya dat it would cost ya 'nother fifty thousand?”
“I felt neutral ground was needed, Let's just say I've had some people try and pull one over on me a couple times recently and I'm not exactly trusting of people right now.” Isaac said lighting a cigarette. “Now let's talk business a minute here Junker. I wont be paying you for those ships.”
Sitting at the bar Richard was listening to the conversation and praying to whatever was out there that things were not going to come to this, but somehow he wasn't surprised when they did. He ordered a shot of the strongest liquor the bartender had and downed it.
“What ya mean ya wont be payin' me back?! Who do ya think yee are?” The Junker's voice was getting louder as he went on. “Yer nothin' but some kid who thinks he's a man! Ya probably ain't even got a gun worth a dime anyway!”
“You may want to lower your voice a bit there mate. You're right, I ain't anybody but look around this room. You see that group sitting at that table over there?” Isaac pointed to a group of six guys sitting at a table along side the bar. “Those are six bounty hunters from Rheinland. It seems someone has reported you to the RFP for smuggling Alien Artifacts, Nomad Relics and Bio-chemical weapons into and through Rheinland. They've placed a fifteen Million bounty on your head. If they were to catch wind of you being in here I am sure they would be more then happy to shoot you as Rheinland doesn't much care if you are alive or not.” Isaac sat back with a smirk and puffed on his cigarette.
The color drained from the Junkers face as he slid down into his seat. He had clearly under estimated the ability and ruthlessness of Isaac.
“'aight lad, what dah devil do ya want?”
“I want to distract you long enough to do this.” Isaac said as he pulled the trigger on the shotgun under the table shooting the Junker in the chest.
At the sound of the gunshot two men a couple tables over stood up and pulled their guns out. Richard shot the first one in the chest the second fired off a shot grazing Isaac's left arm before he could get a shot off taking him out.
“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF ALL OF THIS!” The bartender screamed holding a rifle.
“Hey now! Calm down.” Isaac said sliding his gun away and holding his arm. “Just collecting a bounty alright? Nothing to see here I'm sorry for the commotion. Common Richie let's get outta here.”
They walked out of the bar and back towards their ships.
“Isaac what the hell was that?!? how did you know Rheinland had a bounty for him! Fifteen million credits! WE'RE RICH!!!” Richard was practically dancing.
“Yeah, there ain't any bounty on him, I was bluffing.” Isaac said pulling up the sleeve to look at his arm. “damnit I think I'm going to need medical for this thing, I hate doctors...”
“Wait you mean there wasn't a bounty on that junker? We don't have fifteen million credits?!? Then why did you shoot him?!” Richard demanded.
“I thought it would be better to keep the money then pay him back for the ships.” Isaac said turning to walk towards the medical ward. “Plus now we can afford better ships, or at least to repair the ones we've got.”
“So you mean to tell me you shot that man in cold blood?! Isaac that's murder!”
“Why do you think we are on a Zoner base three weeks from any sort of lawful house? There aren't any laws out here, especially not a Zoner base. Now shut up and go get the ships ready this shouldn't take a minute.”
The start of something grand. - Price_ - 07-15-2011
Two years after the events on Freeport 10
Isaac Shaw and Richard Price were sitting at a bar in some back corner of New London.
Having spent the last two years trading they had been able to afford to buy an Albatross for Richard to haul goods in,
and Isaac had some how been able to afford a Roc though he would never tell Richard how he got the money.
Isaac Shaw and Richard Price were sitting at a bar in some back corner of New London.
Having spent the last two years trading they had been able to afford to buy an Albatross for Richard to haul goods in,
and Isaac had some how been able to afford a Roc though he would never tell Richard how he got the money.
"We are going where?!?"
Richard screamed across the table causing a few heads to turn.
"Omicron Alpha."
Isaac said taking a swig of his beer.
Listen I already have everything worked out, we will pick up ore from Dublin and run it through Edinburgh to tau-31 I heard of a jumphole that lets you bypass all of the military ships. From there we can take it to Malta they will be more then happy to let us unload it, then we can use it to buy cardamine and take that back to Rochester and sell it to the Junkers.
"Isaac... We aren't smugglers this is not what we were suppose to be doing... What happened to our dreams of huge mansions orbiting around Manhattan?"
Richard said staring at his old friend. He was worried what was going to happen, Isaac had been acting strange lately and had been running off and coming back with bruises and burns he refused to talk about.
"Trust me Richie. Everything is going to be fine."
Isaac stood up finishing his drink.
"Now come on lets get going"
"Isaac... Graves is the other way isn't it?"
Richard said into his radio as they enter Dublin from the New London jump gate and turned not towards the BMM field where Graves was but towards the field that was constantly crawling with Mollies.
"Yeah. We ain't going to Graves though, we are meeting a couple friends of mine up here don't worry.
Isaac had left out certain details about his plan he knew his friend wouldn't be to keen on. He never intend to buy the gold.
As they passed through a dense gas cloud they saw a group of ships in tight formation sitting in the middle of the cloud where scanners couldn't pick them up.
"Agent Shaw, about time you showed up. Is this the transport you told us about?"
This is exactly what Richard had been worried about. As he looked over his helm he counted three very heavy fighters, two bombers, a gun boat and another transports.
"Yes sir. has there been any changes in the plan?"
"No, everything is still going to plan. The convoy is entering the system any minute now we should get in position.
"Isaac what is going on! Who were those people? Why do they have all those ships? Why did he call you agent? Its time to come clean dude!"
Richard screamed into a private channel.
"Okay... I guess I owe you that much. Those are all members of a terrorist organisation called the CrossBones, and we aren't here to buy gold.
He stopped a minute pausing to let his friend processes what he had said before continuing
"The Bretonian military is moving something out of some nomad system they found. Its posing as a shipment full of gold because whatever it is they don't want people knowing about. The CrossBones is here to pick up this weapon whatever it is and we get to keep some of the gold."
"wait, why are they letting us keep the gold? how did you find out about all of this? why are we even here?"
"It's for a good cause Richie I swear...
"Damnit Isaac! Is that how you could afford that ship? Is that where you've been recently? You've been working with these guys?
"Here they come. All fighters engage the escorts! clear a hole for the bombers to target those transports! ALL HAIL LORD GOTHERA!"
The military convoy was taken completely off guard by the attack, they lost two of the six fighters before they could even react.
One of the Crossbones fighters lost a wing and dive bombed into one of the transports the explosion taking out its shields.
The Bretonian fighters were swarming around the gunboat having not noticed the bombers coming from below.
The transports wide belly making a large target for their torpedoes, the one that had been crashed into was the first to go the other two taking evasive action trying to avoid the second attack from the bombers.
Two of the Bretonian fighters break off and began attacking Richard.
"ISAAC! THEY'RE ON ME!"
Richard screamed taking evasive actions of his own.
Isaac fired another torpedo destroying the second transport and then broke off quickly destroying one of the fighters attacking Richard.
The second breaking off the protect the last transport but it was to late.
The gunboat and fighters had already destroyed all of the other Bretonian fighters and quickly disabled the last ones ship leaving him helpless to watch the third and final transport get shot down.
"good work boys! now quickly short out that cargo! lets get out of here before anyone shows up. Agent Shaw I expect you to report to Kirkwall tomorrow for new orders."
"Yes sir. Long live Lord Gothera." Isaac said before switching back to the private channel with Richard.
"Look Richie... I know this isn't what you expected bu-
"No Isaac, don't try and explain this one. You've done a lot of stuff before, a lot of stuff I didn't think was necessary... But this Isaac... I never dream you were capable of this level of malice!" Richard said cutting him off.
"Look we've got to get out of here before more military show up lets get going...