// This thread for the background role play concerning the Union raid into Rheinland. Posts from Members of the Slavers Union, contractors working for the Union, or members of the Rheinland Military ONLY please. \\
OMEGA-5 SYSTEM, CADIZ
Michelle watched carefully as the steam rose gently from the dark bowels of Cadiz, marveling at how it wrapped itself around the rough industrial buildings like a giant snake before spreading out into a fine invisible mist. The effect was as calming as it was mesmerizing and it helped with organizing ones thoughts. Tomorrow, she, Captain Michelle Hendrix of the Merciful Wretch, a boss in a union of slavers was going to launch one of the largest non-military raids in Sirius history.
Michelle felt sick. This operation was dangerous in many ways. What had her stomach all tied up was the possibility of failure. Most freebooters would be bragging if they were in Michelle's shoes, but they were all very stupid people. If this operation went south, and Rheinland was guaranteed to try to ensure that it did, she would have no life left. The underworld was unforgiving to its leaders when they failed. Slavery had taken her first life away from her many years ago, and now it was poised to take her second life as a slaver away too.
Wiping the tear she had shed for her simpler youth, Michelle looked up at the platform across from her. Hundreds of crewmen from over half a dozen different ships including her own were all sharing in a premature celebration of tomorrow's success. Circling above them like hawks were Corsair guards who were all no doubt intent of making sure their 'guests' did not become too rowdy and destroy their home.
Sensing that trouble could be on the horizon, Michelle pushed all of her doubts and fears from her mind and headed off to break up the celebration. Tomorrow will bring what it will, and one way or the other Michelle was going to adapt.
I'm coming home. One way or another, I'm coming home. My name is Isabella Four. Sophie told me I could go home. I have to pilot a ship! I'm not very good at piloting a ship, but this is a special ship. It'll do most of it by itself. All I have to do is speak codes to the Rhienlanders in Stuttgart, and smile once I dock on the Karlsruhe. Look Pretty for the Cameras, just like Sophie told me. I like Sophie. She's neat. My comm's unit crackled:
"Gateway Transport Sophie's Kiss, we are under a state of hightened alert, please state your authorization code!"
I can't find the button! I hit a few buttons, accellerate a little, jet to the side...oh dear!..here it is, the right one...just like sophie showed me.
"Gateway transport, authorize of be destroyed!"
"Sorry! Sorry, I had a moment. Code is...Blue fourteen alpha A 7 minor Two. Yes?"
"You're clear, pass yourself into our automated docking spiral"
I did! It's great! The battleship got larger, and larger, and then it opened a door, gaping in front of me, around me.
I slipped out, as the doors opened. I looked around..I couldn't find a camera.
Couldn't find...Where's my camera? I'll smile anyway, I'm running out of time.
I'll wave, too!
The girl had stepped out of the transport, and then she'd started to wave. As rhienland marines stormed out of the barracks depot, two counters reached 0. One, tied to a cannister of hfuel and a tumble of tubes, began a simple explosive reaction. Another, tied into Isabella's aorta, dumped cyanide into her bloodstream. She hadn't yet hit the ground when the explosion hurled her through several bulkheads.
Michelle doubts had not subsided at all during the night, but she had forced them so deep within herself that she was able to pretend that that they did not exist. Her colleagues, the other slave ship captains were all alpha type personalities who wouldn't hesitate to exploit a weakness. For now though they seem oblivious to Michelle worries.
The Captains were all sitting around a large table made out of scrap steel trading stories. Finnegan was talking the most out of anyone. It seemed that his taste buds did not have the same aversion to the slush-like Corsair protean mead that they were drinking, and was becoming chattier with each bottle. Shortly into his second re-telling of a salvage job he had go wrong Michelle's arm band beeped to indicate that a new message had arrived.
Battleship unable to make defense, the target is clear. Security systems will be taken down on your orders.
-Kolherst
Typing out a quick reply, Michelle turned to her fellow Capatins...
"Well ladies and gentlemen, its time to settle our tabs and go to work. Take some time to make sure your raider parties are in order and I will see you all at the rendezvous at 22:00"
Cyris sat in his pilots chair sipping a glass of wine.
"i suppose its time to set a course for omega five. lets hope that his raid is both profitable, AND entertaining." he said to no one in perticuler.
"liz, make sure the cargo bay is ready for some guests. i think we will need to crank up the heat. and perhaps remove our current cargo. well...previous cargo."
"yes sir." replied liz. who went over to a control panel, and proceeded to open the cargo bay to hard vacuum. venting the atomsphere into space, along with several dozen corpses.
"and make sure you strap your self in. we may have to evade unwanted attention."
"yes sir."
after setting up a transmission to omega five, cyris spoke briefly into the micro phone.
"this is Cyris. heading for omega five. see you soon."
he finished the wine. and threw the glass behind him. smirking as the glass shattered into countless peices.
"and clean that up before we get moving."
' Wrote:<span style="font-family:Century Gothic">Violence is Golden</span>
Cyris chuckled as he watched the footage from the raid. he took another sip of the wine that had been stolen from one of the resorts at baden baden. good wine.
"liz, bring over the bottle will you?"
"yes sir" she replied.
he looked at the bottle. the date one the side said 785 A.S.
"pretty old. i wonder what the market rate is for it. not that i'd sell it"
his museings were interupted by his comm unit.
"hey cyris, my recorder got blasted of by one of those bombers, think you can send me your copy?"
"certainly." replied cyris, who pressed the send key.