SOB Bar & Grill

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"Lt.Colonel Picaro Diablo to Malta control. Do you Copy?"

"Picaro this is Malta control we hear you loud and clear Sir."

"Roger that, I seemed to have found Colonel Diablo."

"That is great news Picaro!!"
Picaro looks back into his cargo hold at a man in somewhat of a trance.
He grabs his communications mic. while still looking at the man.
"Well Malta control, he seems to be in some sort of a trance. He doesn't know who he is or how he managed to make his way to my cargo hold."

"Get him to the medical ward stat."

"Already set the coarse Malta control. Get people out of my way!"

"......Static....."

Picaro punches the thrust as far as it will go and makes his way to Malta's docking rings.
He then lands. Skidding across the hanger, making his way to a screeching halt.
Picaro throws the cockpit window of his Sabre up, grabbing Picaroon he jumps out.
By this time medical had a stretcher waiting on the outside of his ship

"Medical he was kidnapped, basically seeming to disappear from Ironmaiden. I have my suspicions to who was behind this. But that doesn't matter at this moment. He is in somewhat of a trance... like he was .. brainwashed."
The medical personnel had been getting Picaroon strapped down to the stretcher while Picaro explained the issue.
"Don't worry Diablo sir, he is in good hands and will be treated ASAP."
Picaro runs behind the medical personnel, down the long corridor, until coming into the main medical hall.
"I have to ask you to wait out here Diablo sir."
Picaro knows he doesn't have to accept this request, but decides to anyways. There really isn't much he could do.
Not sure what else to do he walks down to the bar to cool down and explain what had happened to the rest of the Brigade.
He walks into the bar staying in the shadows.
Picaro makes his way to the middle of the room, once there he grabs a blaster from the holster at his side firing it into the ceiling above.
The room instantly goes silent so he re-hostlers the weapon.
"Colonel Diablo was kidnapped this morning as you may or may not know depending on how many of you slackers pay attention to your network communications.
All I know so far is he was commanding the Ironmaiden when Prometheus Harvester 24 launched multiple harpoons clamping onto the vessel.
Ironmaiden fired a single Heavy mortar round into the machine taking this as a hostile action.
After doing so the crew claims to have lost all controls to the ship. Navigation, weapons, everything.
I heard static, then tried to get the unit to submit to command. He refused.
A few minutes later, Lt.Vasquez of the Ironmaiden's crew reported Colonel Diablo had seemed to vanish instantly with no explanation on how he did so.
Requesting tows do to extreme internal damage, I docked and jumped in the closest ship I could, strong enough to pull the battleship, to bring them back to Valetta.
I made sure they were docked, then followed the unit who managed to somehow cloak his ship on command.
This aggravated me, but I kept my cool. Waiting around Malta, a smuggler claiming to be "controlled" dropped a pod into space.
I tractored it in and to my utter amazement it was the Colonel.
He suffered severe memory loss, and is now in medical ward being treated.
Until further notice I will take his place a Colonel of the SOB.
That is all."
Picaro grabs a bottle of rum from behind the bar and sits down. The pilots in the room are still staring at him amazed at what he just said.
Picaro looks up from downing half the bottle right there.
"You slackers have something to say?"

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Dusty Lens- Oops I did it again. I posted in flood. Got lost in the game. Oh, baby; baby.