Game of Discovery: Alte's Saga

[Altejago]

Around February, 817;

Alte was on a journey of discovery, there was no limit to anything. His interest build up was grossing more than a billion a month and he already had everything he needed right now. A ship with automated g-suits and lessons on how to fight. His ship of choice had changed, too, as now he owned a well armed and amoured luxury yacht. Those dual countermeasures get's him out of any situation. It wasn't to flashy as Alte still wanted to remain very anonymous but on the same token, he's now a multi-billionaire. Alte had made his way to a system out of Liberty called Coronado, it was a desolated cold feeling system with no signs of civilisation. He was heading to a Freelancer base called Barrier Gate where he hoped to meet up with some people he met earlier in the year. Not going to lie, the parties were pretty damn awesome.

Alte's ship, now named Sleeker, moored with the base which then Alte and his hired help disembarked and headed for the usual first stop; the bar. His team sets out and locates a table while Alte walks to the bar to get himself some of the stations finest. He really enjoyed seeing what bases offered their best and how much and Barrier Gate didn't disappoint. He pulled his JellyNom shot in and was about to take it when he was knocked sideways by a large burly man with dark skin, facial tattoos and a thick foreign accent. The man hissed "The !@$% you looking at, C%^?" Alte, taken aback but considering his options, he let it slide "Nah, nothing mate. You're all good. Sorry about that." The guy grinned, walked off towards the exit, Liberty Rogues emblazed all over the back of his suit. !@$ing Rogues Alte thought to himself as he ordered another drink. He looked over at his team who apparently hadn't even batted an eyelid and Alte remembered trust can't be bought but only sold. He shoots his shot and his datapad dings, turns out his revelling friends had abandoned their plans to meet him at Barrier after all. He purchases a snack and frustrated, calls his team to get ready for departure to which they begrudgingly obliged

The crew were settled in and Alte was following rumors of a jumphole leading to the all mighty Zoner system of Baffin. It apparently is a corridor for smugglers and pirates alike but the short cut it provides saves interdiction from the various Houses law enforcement and the Zoners don't seem to care so long you stay away from the real flash looking station and don't shoot anyone. Sleeker's scanners picked up the unknown jumphole and began docking procedures with it before it violently collected them into its vortex and threw the yacht deep into the Baffin system. Immediately in front of them were directional bouys that signaled traffic to follow it. The Sleeker and her crew followed it to another jump hole in which they jumped through to what was to be known as the dreaded Tau's. Alte had heard a lot about the likes of the Outcast home world just a little further north of the Taus and this gave Alte the chills. This was some serious shit and Alte doubted he made the right decision. However the engines started up and the vessel made haste towards a distant station.

Almost immediately, a lone contact came on radar and it was red. The reading identified the ship as Rogue - Greyhound and it was bearing in fast. Upon a closer scan it was reveals the ship was on basic life support and on fire. The Sleekers radio cackled and a very raspy and labour voice called out "Help me, please. I'm dying.. " Alte, unsure if this was a trap or not took some considerable compassion and called for the vessel to get up along side it. The Greyhound fires start burning more furiously and so Alte urged the pilot to initiate his escape pod and he'll be tractored in, so the pilot ejects from the burning hulk and the Sleeker tractors his escape pod in. As they head back towards the Baffin jumphole the Rogues ship explodes. A mere second after that another contact appears, Kusari State Police - Wyrm, and starts bearing in on their location. Alte instructs the crew to stay quiet and to let him handle this. "Sleeker! This is the Kusari State Police. Halt your vessel and prepare to be scanned." the police instructed. Alte brought the yacht to stop and instructed the crew to stash the Rogue in the fuel cell maintenance shaft. The radiation, albeit dangerous for unprotected people to be around for lengthy amounts of time, was the only place on the ship that a conventional scanner can't read. "Sure officer, what seems to be the trouble?" Alte responds over the comms. The officer retorts "Nothing, we noticed our suspect has lost his ship. We're now looking for his escape pod. Have you seen it?" Alte, doing his best to play the cool card calmly tells the officer they hadn't seen anything and that they had just gotten close to it to see if there were any body in there." The officer smacks his lips a bit and asks "How big is the core in this? Series 3 CTE isn't it?" Alte instantly knew what angle he was going for. The yacht came out in two models, one with the radioactive shielding in the maintenance shaft and the model Alte had. The one that didn't, no one would hide in the engine compartment of something that radioactive. "No officer, series 2. Same core as the 3 with out the maintenance shielding." The officer chuckles, "Heh yeah, they do save themselves a big discount on the series 2. Much better for economy. Anyway you carry on your way, report anything unusual" with that he left heading in the direction he had come whilst the Sleeker continued for the Baffin jump hole.

After succesfully making it into Baffin, Alte called the Rogue out of the safety of the most dangerous place on the ship. It was apparent then that the two had already met, it was the face tattooed Rogue from Barrier. The Rogue, stunned by the sheer unluckiness of his situation fails to hide his recognization of Alte. The Rogue croaks "Eh, bro.. we're all good aye? I didn't mean no harm back there on that base. I was just messing around, you know. No hard feelings?" Alte was in two minds about this but a thought about one of his old bosses saying something like "help a man up, and he'll help you keep standing" he couldn't remember it correctly but Alte felt that at this moment in time, a show of compassion would do more good than harm. "Look, mate. You're all good. You're safe with us" and he extended his hand towards the Rogue. "Alte, my names Alte. Yours?" The Rogue took his hand and shook hit, an expression of relief upon his face. " Chur, my name is Hone Heke. But most people call me Moka. Cheers for the pick up, aye. My bro's all fucked off when they saw the pigs show up. The cunts left me behind!" Moka started getting agitated but quickly realized he was in civil company and played down his anger. "Thank you Alte, my bro. I won't foget this."

The trip to Barrier Gate and the offload of the Sleeker's injured passenger went well, Alte and Moka shaking hands and seeing each other off. "Thanks Bro, I'll be in touch. We'll definitely look into that idea you popped. The Rogues could use someone like you." Moka said with Alte replying "Thanks Moka, that's most appreciated." Moka stopped him quickly with his finger up. "It's Hone, only the raff call me Moka. We're Bro's now my kuz" Alte smiled and waved him on and set about setting up to continue heading up into the Tau sector.

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