The Bluedrop Connection

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Arranmore base, Dublin system

Having retired for several years, old Jack Dagger looks through a window in Arranmore base, the stars in the yellow-red background, and he remember the days of old, when he smuggled all kind of weaponry through the line of New London jump gate, luring the big ships of the Bretonian Special Operatives with his small werewolf heavy fighter, armed with his might torpedoes. The mines were always his refugee, godamn mines all spread around Arranmore.
He digress about his old times, losing himself in his mind, old sea wolf, when, all of a sudden, a explosion happens.

Explosion and might sound who breaks the middle point of Arranmores walls.

Its not on this room, though, and he dont feels the decompression. Its not from outside, but inside the station. He quickly remember when he did similar act in Strokes Mining Station. He runs, one man down and bleeding, and another holding him in the arms.

Dagger: - Who?
- Corsairs
Another bomb today, the corsairs might like the bretonians by the way. Setting this as such. Tommy the Wrangler said is because they have a copy of the bluedrop formula, the corsairs are crazy for it, because of a big mistake they did times ago.

Big mistake. But Jack Dagger is now just a old, retired pilot, and he dont cares anymore for the stupid corsairs.


The Medici Villa, Planet Malta, Omicron Alpha system

The Medici Villa is well treated in every respect. Its gardens abound with flowers of intense colors, some alien in such a way that I cant describe. There the sky is a deep purple as the day finishes and the night falls. But now is morning, and Henry Scuttari walk amidst the fields with his sister, Veronica. Veronica was a former Ageira marketing executive officer, and got tired of all the stress, specially concerning legal matters about some of its propaganda sketchesfact is that Ageira wanted purely war propaganda against the lane hackers, when she needed a more impartial propaganda of products that had nothing to do with lane hackers after all. Soon she got fired because of a small detail, a small dissension, but Liberty dont hold its names anymoreits not anymore a place of freedom, but a ground for a revolution. Add to this the weight of having a criminal brother, why people get personal and professional lives so messed up? She questioned this fact, and still she earns for the memory of her mother, long departed. But life is made of facts, not of opinions, and as long as her firing was a fact, and she being expelled from the labor market was another fact, the only way to go was to join efforts with her brother, bringing to herself the shadow of criminal life, although criminal is only a label handled over by the hypocrites over the true freedom fighters.
Henry: - The bluedrop business had skyrocket, and you now have much more money than you cold have when you were just a marketing executive officer.
Veronica: - Yes. I quite clearly see I made the right decision. But you are taking it yourself? What do you feel when you take the cardamine drink?
Henry: - I feela boost, some will to shoot at something there he points to the sky in the space, regardless of any results.
Veronica: - Maybe you are like the guys Einherjar cult which is installed in the eastern side.
Henry: - Yes, I known that. Others usually care for results, but I just wanting to fight, to go to battle, and all crew I put in risk with that. And sometimes I fear for you, as you dont feel that. Still I never visited such cult.
Veronica: - The Einherjar, the old heroes of falled in battle and were to live in Valhalla at the side of Woden. A very old myth, the outcast carried this on their sleepership, although its germanic in origin and they are latins.
They stop and Henry look at her eyes: - Do you want to continue with this, sister, without feeling the taste, the smell, of the might bluedrop drink?
Veronica: - I dont feel if its right.
They started to walk again, enter the house, and Henry took a bottle, put drink in a glass, and hand it over to Veronica.
Henry: - Drink it.
Veronica takes the glass and drink, the blue liquid mixed with a strong blend of absinto, she falls on her brothers arms.

But this is in the past.


Alcatraz base, California system

- Move!!! scream the sargeant. The base is under attack. The deck was captured and two transports arrived with navy marines. Its the first assault in five years, and the rogues are unprepared to handle such situation. The station turrets are incapacitated.
The Perseus arrive coming from the ether, and shot down the navy fighters, and dry dock near the deck. Three scimitars and one little dromeday left the destroyer deck and are ready to dock through the hole in the station gate. At this time, the base turrets are repaired by robots. Thats a difficulty situation, as this requires a decompression. However, the navy had breached the decompression area using a plastic corridor, a link between their transport and the base. One of the scimitar shot down the transport, but theres no marine inside the decompression are as the corridor is removed with the transport. The dromeday launch another, it links with its mechanic arms in the breach, and closes it. Now they have gravity, they launch the marines from the dromedary, leaded by Ron Vulcan.
He dont use this name for no reason. Vulcan loves chain guns. He packs one made of particles and shot down in a might killer fury as soon as their leaves the decompression area and enters the deck. The navy marines reacts, but a team leaded by Ron Vulcan is a deadly one. Blood spills as people die, the navy personel falling under the particles and the bullets from the Perseus marines. The piles of corpses fullfills the deck with the smell of death.
Minutes later, the little dromeday brings Scuttari and Woodland to the deck. Rogue Samuel Moraes congratulates them, well done job. They sit and starts the talks about new operations against the navy to distract them from the bluedrop smugglers.
Samuel takes a bottle and put vodka in glasses, hands them to Scuttari and Woodland sits on a chair on the bar. Lots of rogues are standing looking to them, their rudeness stamped in their face, but showing a great respect for Scuttari and Woodland, and some kind of acklowledgement for their help.
- So what are the news Scuttari? Moraes sits.
- New operations against the navy, I want to distract them to California Minor, since I cant contact the capship Rogue63 I was inquiring if you can. A assistance might be necessary.
- Actually we dont have too much communication, people are going to alienate themselves from each other, but I will see what I can do.
Scuttari throws a small pocket in the table.
- Whats this?
- Well, you can open and see.
Moraes opens and see the blue dust.
- Oh
- I was inquiring, too, if you need some, at least to taste.
- Well, I cant take such. Im actually a spartan.
- Hmm, I was a spartan too, and got very frustrated when I was backstabbed. Now I see a new horizon, with this he gets close to Moraes and look directly on his eyes as him point to the pocket This is a new hope for humanity, might you see this as a enhancement.
Moraes take some dust of the pocket on his finger and tastes it with his tongue: - Hmmdone.