" I knew what's this about, I only wanted to see if theres more. We've talked about this earlier. I am honored by your invitation here, even more as I know what kind of place this is."
He pauses and takes a glass of a drink and drinks it:
"Listen. I had two researchers in my ranks. One of them is missing now now, they've tried to pick up what's left from Sprague. It shall not fall into wrong hands. It would be disaster if someone else would get all the info from it. It's well hiden, to be honest.
There is also, Valhalla One. It also has some important secrets, if those would fall into wrong hands either, we're screwed, 'They' are screwed. It holds more than just technology of Jump Gates, Trade Lanes, and Docking Rings.
This mission is considered as failed, one of the researchers is missing. Therefore, if you want, you could acompany Jaden where they've stopped."
Jared again pauses and looks arond, then continues:
"And after all that, we would start new project here, together with you. Gun Prototypes, for our fighters. Everyone would benefit out of it. Jaden already has some experience on weapons. I would put you together with him, to work on that project. As, we're already talking here, consider you and me as pretty good friends."
<"From Darkness, lead me to Light. From Ignorance, to Truth. From Death, to Immortality.">
Most interesting..... I did not believe there was more to this than your group alone....
For now, I need to speak to thie Jaden you speak of.... bring him in and we can start to best allocate our efforts....
Chenzo gets up and begins to walk out of the bar. Just before he exists the room, he turns to Nomak and sais
Oh, ask anything around you should yyou require somthing
he smiles
I'm almost certain you'll get an asnwer along the lines of what you seek...
as regards to our attetude towards one another..... I think I considder you as a strong and trustworthy partner in business, as well as social considdering I invited you to not jsut my home, but my home from home which is to be kept under wraps at all costs......
Chenzo winks at Nomak before dissapearing down the corridor. Nomak is left to his own devices
When Alonso received Chenzo's invitation, he smiled. Chenzo had been enigmatic, as usual, sending him general location area rather than the exact coordinates, with the addendum “you will have guidance upon arrival”. Which he will surely need, Alonso thought, given the amount of charged particles and radiation in that area, rendering conventional scanners largerly inefficient.
Shortly afterwards, Alonso undocked his Sabre from Albion and glided away from it smoothly until he reached a safe distance. He angled his ship off the ecliptic plane and activated cruise engines. Quickly vanished from scanners, plowing through space and pushing radioactive dust away as he reached Outcast restricted space, his ship approached the destination. A planet which, as much as he knew, had been proven inhospitable for human habitation, was rapidly swelling beyond his cockpit canopy.
Suddenly, Alonso felt being watched. He deactivated cruise engines, signaling his peaceful intentions, and energized main engines, should problems arise. And so they did, immediately. His ship rocked and started tumbling slightly. “A micro meteoroid? An attack?” thoughts were flashing through his mind as Alonso jerked the control yoke, changing his ship trajectory, fighting with tumbling at the same time. With no obvious source of attack, his ship bucked again, and then Alonso understood. Instead of turning again, he simply killed his main engines, allowing the tractor beam to engulf his Sabre and draw it towards his destination.
It didn’t take long till Alonso was watching a station growing before him, a vaguely recognizable shape with glittering spherical and vaulted elements shimmering as beautiful as they were alien. The installation was obviously thoroughly defended, indicators of several high grade weapon platforms were showing on the tactical screen. Without any usual, human or robotic, docking control, his ship was smoothly drawn inside the station through one of its airlocks and eased on the docking zone. Quick examination found the atmosphere suitable for breathing. Alonso smiled, took his helmet off and put a breathing mask on.
He exited the ship and looked around. The environment was obviosly human made, standard layout was combined with ominously looking extentions, some of them emiting a strange looking pulsating radiance. Most strikingly, there were not a single living soul in the vicinity, neither was there a usual hum of the station equipment. Alonso found himself liking to think it was this uneasiness, originated by the absense of activity around, that created his sudden urge to leave the docking area.
As Alonso started along the passage way, he was releived to hear distant voices, seemingly in a conversation. When Alonso drew nearer, the conversation stopped, and Chenzo emerged from the end of the hallway.
"Ah, welcome my friend, your timing couldn't have been any more perfect"
Alonso smiled warmly. “Hola amigo! You certainly know how to make an impression!”
Chenzo gestured Alonso to join him in the room at the end of the hallway from which he appeared, and soon Alonso found himself in a bar, with only one other man there.
Chenzo began to speak again. "This is Jarek Nomak, he's a... mercenary friend of mine. He leads a group known as the Samarran Raiders, and more than likely will end up staying here" he said, motioning Alonso to take a seat.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, senor Nomak” Alonso nods and occupied a chair at their table.
Nomak raises his head and nods at Alonso, they had met before.
Chenzo's face is filled with a large grin, even he did not expect those whom he needed greatly to apear to do so at the same time.
He sttod at the edge of the table that Alonso and Nomak were sat, before once again waving his hand, making holographic images apear on the table. Chenzo narates what is visable.
"What we are looking at gents, is my ego gone wild for a very simple, but large issue I have faced." }-Three Bretona Trains are visable in the projections-{
"Simply put, I have aranged with Bretonian offocials to have these ships available to me... they have held their end of the bargain, it's time to go and collect"
"Alonso, I have summond you here as you have all of my trust, but you also have experience with all of these latest technologiccal feats, cloaks, Jump drives."
}-An image of a Bretona Battleship apears where the transports were-{
"You fitted out the MNS-Fantasia with a cloak and a Jump device.. for the following operation I'll ask that you are in charge of this ship. Smooth running for this job is essential"
}-Chenzo turns to Nomak, before speaking again-{
"Nomak, I'll ask that you pilot a Heavy Lifter.... the bretonians will be making the three transports availabe to us, your job is to tow them from whever they drop them, back to Cape Wrath, which is where the Fantasia will be waiting to immediatly jump is back to Alpha"
}-Chenzo takes a sip of his drink before continuing-{
"The bretonians will be makign this venture tomorrow at 23 hundred hours."
"One trusts you are both available and willing? these ships are vital for the future success of this instalation"
}-A stern look falls across his face-{
"Nomak, I shall attempt to open communication with this Jaden you spoke of before immediatly"
" Understood. I will make sure that transports will be fine, but have this on mind gentlemen. Even if this is top secret, we might face some issues. No- one outside of this base at the moment, can't be trusted yet." - he said, while finishing his cigarette and continuing:
" As for the Jaden, contact him and he will reply as soon as he could. He is a bit of a mad man, perhaps he's terorrising people around Taus, together with another lunatic on drugs I've got. "
- He ended speaking, while awaiting Chenzo and Alonso to add more.
<"From Darkness, lead me to Light. From Ignorance, to Truth. From Death, to Immortality.">
Teodoro Alonso was a very close friend of Chenzo’s. They had known one another years. From the defence of Malta itself, to attacking enemy’s together all the way down to guarding shipments of The Orange Dream. Their estates on Malta lay side by side & covered a considerable portion of Malta’s most fertile surface for the production of Cardimine. This is how they had first met. Alonso specialised in the command of capital ships- He wasn’t born into service, merely a rich child who wanted expensive toys. The fact he became one of the best at strategic warfare & commanding the crews of these ships was pure luck. His strategic skills at the helm of any warship had made them brothers in arms as well as business. Alonso was very much uneasy with his friends close relation with the nomads, Chenzo had changed over the years- Still his over expressive and snap decision making self, something Alonso couldn’t quite put his finger on. He knew Chenzo’s obsession with weaponry & technology may quite well be his downfall one day, however there wasn’t a pilot Alonso had ever seen with the skills possessed by Chenzo. The forefront of the Ghosts defence & by extension, the entire Maltese population and her interests lay within this seemingly erratic individual’s mind. Yet his focus as of late has been on building this station, Alonso was concerned but none the less faithful. There were countless dreadnoughts and their commanders as well as a fleet further than the eye or scanners could comprehend that stood between Malta’s interests & her enemy’s, all loyal to a fault & would obey Chenzo with no delay.
Jared on the other hand had no such background with Chenzo. They’d fought alongside one another over the past couple of years & Chenzo wasn’t aware quite sure why he trusted Jared so much. Why he’d invited Jared here so prematurely was down to need. Long term, Jared needed Chenzo & right now, Chenzo needed somebody he could trust to operate a heavy lifter with no issues. Chenzo also intended the operation to bring Jared closer with trust.
After Jared finished speaking, Chenzo says:
“Is there anything else I need to explain? Are we in full understanding of what’s required tomorrow?”
Both Alonso & Jared shook their head as the conversation had been quite clear.
Chenzo: “Perfect. Alonso, if you hadn’t noticed the Fantasia moored up outside on your entrance then I’m sure you’ll find it now to quadruple check all systems ready for tomorrow, Jared if you can familiarise yourself fully with the Heavy Lifter & ensure it’s filled with jump fuel then tomorrow should go off without a hitch. We’ll meet just outside the station tomorrow for 21:30 to begin our first movement to collect the Bretonian ships, Understood?”
Both Alonso & Jarek nod before turning back to flicking through the mission data on the built in screens to the table they were sat.
Chenzo: Right, I’ll see you both at 21:30 tomorrow, an hour before launch. Please remember it’s crucial we spend as little time possible there. Talk to the station here if you need to get hold of me.” he smiles
Months had passed since the operation to move the transports from Bretona kindly supplied by Bowex). The operation had gone down without a hitch thanks to the factions mutual co-operation. Although at first the ships were un usable, they had been repurposed and the only non functioning systems were the was weapons, but these were not needed. These ships were under the command of a higher mind and never passed other ships. The station was far too well secluded and protected. Any unfriendly ships that found themselves close were drawn in by a mysterious power and the occupants never left, their scanners and broadcast systems ineffective within the intense radiation field only strengthened by the stations presence itself.
In this time, the three Shetland trains were now in place and functional. Chenzo's personal stash of weaponry and experiments successfully moved from Corsica, everything was now safe and under nobody else's eyes. In this time, Jared Nomak had stationed himself and his forces from the base too. It had proven useful for them but at this point, the only station activity was based on it's living occupants and the needs of the station, the purpose it fulfilled as a safe haven for the Nomads to keep watch and help protect their orange children.
Chenzo didn't know it yet, but all this effort had been leading to a much greater plan and path set before him. One not of his own design. Chenzo was sorting his affairs and ensuring the supply of Cardimine from his private estate on Malta, Granja Justa. He'd put in command a family line which entered Malta as Slaves, but during the years of their service had earned trust, respect and had chosen to stay farming, instead of become part of the Maltese Navy Force or leave Maltese space as free people. Very few chose to keep to the fields over choosing their returned freedom or joining the MNS ranks, but this particular family showed their worth and Chenzo knew as seaveral of the women of the family were pregnant, that this family was the right one to choose to look after his affairs in his absence.
In the mean time, Chenzo's personal complete fleet had been moved to Nuevo Amanecer, for both added defence and so the station could mould itself to their specific requirements. This included;
MNS-Loyalist, a Sarissa class Battleship
MNS-Loyalist'sFist, a Ranseur class Dredanaught
MNS-Fantasia, a Dunkirk class Bretona Battleship which was used extensively to jump transports from Bretona back to Omicron-Alpha
MNS-Dominus, a Storta class Destroyer
MNS-Abacus, a Tridente class Gunboat
MNS-Indespectus, an experimental batttlecruiser
The three Shetland trains had now also been aptly named:
Economo
Divisas
Ghiaccio
Things were now all in place for Chenzo's departure. There was just one small part of the Nomads plan to arrange before it happened.
Time had proven that Chenzo had a capitalist approach to problems and achieving goals. This unhealthy approach was only made worse by the seemingly limitless funds incoming from his personal estate on Malta.
The only thing which set him apart from the other Maltese Dons, Ghosts and Maltese land owners alike was human life was truly valued.
The native Outcast population had been growing over the years, however extremely slowly. The influx of "Slaves" however was making the population sky rocket which although was good for the production of Cardimine, the fatality rate was also extremely high. Regardless of the fact these "workers" were purchased oh so cheaply through a black market run by allies in Liberty, they were still human lives.
Granja Justa was a farm like no other on Malta. Slaves would arrive fearing their inevitable deaths from the suggested chatters amongst those on the slave liners brought in by the Junkers, Chrysanthemums and alike. Chenzo would personally select families for purchase on arrival on Malta. These slaves were often overlooked by other land owners as children do not give out as much labour, took away energies from their parents and ultimately die before they give any benefit.
Chenzo's angle was he'd rather have a family who under the correct nutrition can grow to be effective workers. Through mutual respect of a second chance in life having fallen into the human trafficking ring for their own previous faults, now had a chance at something bigger and better, but they had to work for it.
Each family or group of "slaves" on arrival once passing Chenzo's personal inspection would be given a tent big enough for their group or family, food and water rations. The first week was to build their strength. No work whatsoever apart from assembling the tent itself. The new arrivals were encouraged to mix with others who were already established. Word of mouth of the fairness and equality offered to all who work as requested had proven to be much more beneficial than explaining rules to fresh arrivals who simply wouldn't believe them. After all, they are too good to be true for those hearing the words. After six months of living in the spacious tent, the family or group's performance is subject to review, the most important category being their willingness to dedicate themselves to the cause fully and no cause issues. Upon completion of successful probation, the family or group are granted the right to pick a piece of land on which to build a house from which they then "own" after another six months. Of course, these houses as well as the land would always be owned by Chenzo, the idea was to create an environment where work is completed and those who complete the work don't want to leave.
Chenzo was very aware that the people sold as Slaves at Malta are made up of drunkards, undesirables of Liberty society, folk that would run or cause problems if not kept under lock and key. The tented area was indeed fortified and guarded, as was the entire perimeter of the complex. This was however to protect those within and keep anyone else out, not hold the occupants within as prisoner. Everything a family could need from educational programs, food, socials and alike were available within the self sustained community of Cardimine farmers. It's success only driven by the fact there was always a massive demand for the supply of it.
There is always a large split of the population of Granja Justa that decide to become combatant or something other than a farmer and thus fly warships like the long standing Outcast known line of Sabres. Of course they would have to earn their ships but the Luciano family and associated families made it very clear they had no intention of taking their earned freedom anywhere else. They were happy with their self built house, earned after six months of landing and continued to work their way into the very DNA that organised and ran the farm itself.
The Luciano family, an adopted name past the birth of their first children became very trusted by Chenzo. They became heavily involved in the estate's running as their three years of initial occupancy and required labour to earn their purchase price had now ended, they were the family which was fast adopting of the ethics Chenzo wished to encourage. It came as no surprise to anyone else that they were the family which Chenzo approached before his departure. Chenzo laid out a few rules which the Luciano family was to follow.
1- The farm must always remain under the radar of any other groups of Outcasts or anyone else. This meant paying any bills, fines anything and everything of the sort. The produced Cardimine is to be logged and dropped off the same as every other farm does.
2- The profits of the farm after purchasing the necessary supplies and paying all individuals as the Luciano family see fit are to go into the purchase of everything required to build stations and warships, one of the three shetlands would arrive weekly to collect these materials, more if necessary.
3- The Luciano family are responsible for all going on, good or bad. A log is to be kept of major events, names and duties of those put in place for whatever purpose and their rate of pay(if past three years of service)
The log is also to detail the arrival dates, health of everyone to assist in managing their three year occupancy as unpaid workers following to their transition of paid workers.
4- Word of how things are run at Granja Justa were not to leave the farm itself, as others may wish to impede its development.
5- Where possible, the farm is to expand and consent from the highest level Don must be given(whoever that may be) to ensure the expansion is met with no resistance.
6- Those who pass their three years of required service are to be supported in their chosen path where reasonably practicable.
The paths allowed are:
6A; Continued farm work with pay, leave/holiday available- Most highly paid.
6B; Begin training into the Maltese Navy Service, Sabres & Falcatte's.
6C; Work within the local community to enhance the environment socially, health wise or educational(Evidence of qualification required)
6D; Begin hauling Cardimine/Slaves/other goods in the name of Granja Justa.
6E; The least preferred and encouraged to follow other paths; Supplied with a stolen CTE Civilian Starflier, Cardimine, food, water and oxygen rations and allowed to leave under the promise they do not ever tell anyone of how Granja Justa is run or even its existence. Such provisions will be met by the form of these people will be given the aforementioned by being escorted as passengers away by the weekly Shetland collection of materials ships.
7- A private military force is to be developed continually to help protect Granja Justa and keep others out.
8- Security and the general progress of the plantation is entirely at the jurisdiction of the Luciano family. Upon Chenzo's eventual return if their family has abided by all rules set out will be relieved of their duty or continue if they wish so.
9- Any slave or employee who dies in space or on any Maltese installation is to be recovered and given a proper Maltese burial.
10- Any rules which require making due to not being set out originally will be done by the Luciano family. The Luciano family understand that the weekly Shetland collection ships will monitor all goings on and take steps should things not happen as intended.
The head of the Luciano family 'Lucky Luciano' carefully read these rules upon Chenzo presenting them and agreed without stipulation. There was plenty to keep them busy and plenty of room for their personal growth.
The station and its occupants consisting of normal Outcasts whom Chenzo trusted, infested Wilden who made up as pilots and those to conduct repairs, expansion and maintenance as well as Nomadic entities themselves thrived as one.
They had a constant supply of materials and everything required by what Chenzo had already put in place in the form of the Shetland transports, the station was fully self sustaining and the Nomadic elements were fed by means of the solar rays.
The station itself however, although very well defended would not be able to withstand the test of time without certain measures in place. It's current location was protected by means of Outcast diplomacy with the Nomads and respect of pilots lost in nearby graveyards. Chenzo wasn't aware, but his longest serving Battleship was already being absorbed by the station. it's engines being utilised to propel the station away from it's orbit of Carnea and into the unchartered distances of Omicron Alpha. This process had taken place and started happening the moment Chenzo had docked for the last time after sorting his affairs.
As the months went on and supplies arriving from Granja Justa kept on feeding in, the station changed form. It kept growing in size to store the materials.
In the meantime, Chenzo himself lost years to devoted works of his personal Sabre. A sort of madness, an obsession took him as every aspect of his ship was modified to better stand radiation, perform better feature much more than the humble Sabre was ever able to offer.
News from Malta and the current state of affairs concerned Chenzo less and less as the station grew and grew. War broke out between Gallia and the rest of civilised Sirius, a war within Rheinland broke out, even the Ghosts and established governing don's changed multiple times and Chenzo knew nothing of it. He was focussed on his ship, ever accepting of modifications to his Sabre. Everything he could think would appear within a week to further modify his ship, he had spoken to nobody, yet they would arrive.
As the years passed more and more people would arrive via the Shetlands and their own ships that drifted too close to the ever moving station. The station now had a totally different form seen by no other in Sirius. it's design of unknown origin, Chenzo hadn't seen the outside but had been testing the flight of his Sabre countless times within the station. It's massive cavernous hold didn't exist when he'd contracted the Junkers to begin delivering supplied for it. Things were being done without Chenzo being aware of them, they did not concern him. He'd not eaten solid food for as long as he could remember, instead a weird fluorescent liquid would meet all of his needs. Where it came from he didn't know, just adopted it without question.
A decade had passed and he didn't even know it. Chenzo finally decided it was time for him to check back home with what was going on. Catch up with the Ghosts and continue Maltese excellence.
Upon his return to Malta, a journey which took hours in a standard Sabre, he found himself come across an Omicron Alpha similar but not the same that he had remembered.
Gravitational anomalies had drifted or disappeared altogether, Valetta shipyard was missing. On his approach to dock on Malta, he found himself concerned with what the hell was going on. How long had he been away? What had he missed? Where were the glorious Ghosts of Razgriz which would usually have been patrolling? The feeling was deep with uncertainty and it was clear that although his personal assets had been growing steadily, Maltese affairs were not as he was used to them being.
Uneasy with what was going on, the old roads of Malta on which acted as veins for the many different farms to work were as they had always been, rough but well maintained. They served their purpose flawlessly, why change that?
He was most surprised to see that Granja Justa had expanded from the humble few fields to almost a third of the planet. No wonder supplies were rolling in so steadily and in such quantities. He was sure this was all Granja Justa, the perimeter walls were like no other on the planet and well armed, just as he'd instructed. The Luciano family had indeed been busy.
No sooner had he crossed the northern most perimeter wall, he found two Sabre's on his tail. Immediately notifications that they had locked on to his ship and a comms link opened. They told him he's in a protected and restricted area and that he's to state his intensions. HE advised he is to meet the Luciano family at his old home, that he's Chenzo of the 101st and he was most impressed at the first taste of a Maltese presence he was used to. Swift, professional, elite and without mercy.
The pilots of the tailing sabres advised that weapons are to be switched offline or they would engage, Chenzo complied with a beaming grin on his face. Upon stepping out of his Sabre, he was surrounded by over a dozen well armed individuals. Through the armed individuals at the top of the mansions steps which was by far in need of serious renovation, stood Lucky himself.
Lucky called out "Things have changed, senor Chenzo, but I see you have not!"
Upon hearing the words of Lucky, the guards lowered their weapons and parted as Chenzo approached up the steps. When he was but a few feet away, he complimented Lucky on his endeavours, the farm and it's security were indeed as Chenzo had asked.
Luciano went on to embrace Chenzo with a hug but as he went to do so, stopped as he remembered Chenzo does not like being touched. He'd seen men killed for trying in the past. Luciano went on to walk Chenzo around the mansion estate explaining what had happened in his absence with regards to the farm itself. Schooling and social community amenities alongside healthcare were kept underground to avoid arousal of suspicion and also advised that multiple encounters with other groups over time had been made in an attempt to overthrow the farm but were quickly paid off. The reason the mansion itself looked in tatters helped maintain this image.
Chenzo asked of the 101st, the trusted allies? Lane Hackers, Rogues, Chrysanthemums, Junkers Congress. As Chenzo kept listing names Luciano kept shaking his head and as Chenzo had named to the 20th group name at this point being verbal diarrhoea Luciano interupted him.
"Senor, we've heard nothing in years from anyone, you were the first visitor we've had bar the Shetland collections and those who come to collect payment. Nobody else seems to exist or at least nobody keeps contact."
Chenzo absorbs the information with great shock. How had things come to be? What were Malta's defences like now?
Luciano went on to describe a civil war between the Outcasts and Contori Lance not six months after he had left, that all Maltese external affairs were but a shadow of what they used to be.
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