The Champagne Heist (Completed)

[Balian Remi]

Mazagran. Where it all began. Balian looked out the cold viewport at Langres pretending a moment he was there.
But this was a hollow echo of the past. Still, ingenius. Boucher had made the suggestion. It hadn't been easy getting the distracting transponder ID to not alert anyone when they'd towed in the modular station to quarter their operations for the upcoming project. Alas, here they were and a befitting choice to be sure. Re-building a Mazagran Depot, under the caracass of the original to spite the traitors one last time, would be poetic.

Balian began making the calls. It felt like lighting a bonfire with so many individual sparks. It is zero hour.

Lets do this, disptach orders to every cell, Prepare the bombs and munitions, get my ship ready, blast the neural net with our message, the boys are giving them hell in Lorraine, now its our turn.

Balian headed for the docking bay and began a cheerful hum.



"...pour la liberté."