After the raid on Navarro station, Maverick had his answer from the Corsairs about using the Shipyard. Again, Hunt costing more lives in the matter. Assuming that a few is better than all of mankind. Maverick and Sylus, along with the other 199 men of the ship, and couple dozen or so from the station, are using the facilities of the Zoner instillation within Omega-3. Coming and going through the mooring platform onto the bar and inner works of the colony. Some crew and station members acquiring goods with credits and other means of trade. Bags and platforms moving back and forth from the ship. Food rations. Water. Oxygen. Alloys and plating. Various other goods. The Cincinnati was accommodating more than the usual amount of 200 and a captain. Supplies were needed. Extra space was cleared out with some things from the base that was loaded, being sold on the Freeport for spare credits to purchase everything that was needed. Some of the men slept in bunks, others where bunks were filled, slept in the docking bay and cargo hold of the crippled Overlord.
Maverick, staggered by the events, Made an attempted connection with Joshua Hunt. A communication opens, slightly hazed but clear. Displaying Hunt and some crew behind him.
"Well, We're here at the Freeport with a batch of that crew. Taking a stroll through my ship, I found a canister that one of the Scientists had brought on board. I was told it was a Nerve toxin. I specifically said two weeks ago, I didn't want this damned thing on my ship." Said Maverick, fire in his voice. "Not that it matters now. We'll keep it under wraps. Where is the Sovereign and the CT's?"
"The CT-73's are here with Me. Along with the Unnaturally Friendly, and and a Corvo. We're sitting just around an asteroid field in Omega-11. We will meet somewhere and we'll get outta' dodge. Assuming that Revenge is with you?"
"Yes. He's just outside. Where did the rest of those ships come from?"
"Some extra ships we have that were out and allocated in places for missions. They heard me call, they came. Too bad they were too late for the festivities."
"The party itself was short lived. Did you manage to get in contact with the Lopez?"
"I did. Got the response feed from him alright. It wasn't pretty. From here on out, the Corsairs are officially Enemies to us."
"So. That fell through. Dandy Hunt, A dandy. So Now what?"
"We pool resources. We'll head out to Theta. Lay low for a while. RV at Omega-9 just above the sun. And we'll move out."
"Alright. See you there."
The communique closes in front of him. Maverick gets on comms with the Captain of the Revenge, Telling him the order that Hunt had given them. Maverick opens a separate comm to the Ship's speakers, telling them they will be heading out in 20 minutes time. The crew and people of the station begin to close up shop. Everyone had returned to posts and points as the extra men the Cincinnati accommodated moved along from the station into the places they were put for the time being. The mooring point unhooks, reels in, and seals off. The engines and shields fire up and the Cincinnati leaves for Omega-9 to meet with the rest of the motley fleet.
Upon arrival. The Cincinnati is greeted by the rest of the ships and Hunt amongst the Sovereign. From there, they depart To Omicron Theta.