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Omega - 47, Walker Nebula
The bridge flashed with light from the view port as an old and badly beaten super tanker made its exit from from the Jump Hole. Whatever dignity that tanker had was no more, with black paint covering her original name, the a new name, Vulgar Nun, was scrawled over it in white. The vessel's entire lower half had no hull plates of any kind, instead its innards were exposed. Nestling between her bulkheads were dozens of fighters and freighters, ready to act like vultures at a moments notice.
Looking to her left Captain Michelle Hendrix saw her first officer Owen tending control board of her ship, currently named the Libellus Sanguinis. Michelle like to change it every so often to throw of the misguided fools who like to dedicate themselves to hunting her down.
"How many said they would be able to make it?" She asked.
"Hate to break it to you chelle, but it looks like only 15 ships or so." Owen replied "You know how touchy the other captains are about all being in same place at the same time."
"Yeah well this is gonna be a big haul, we need everyone we can get" Michelle sighed "I am amazed Thompson came though. I am surprised the Nun can still move without tug ships strapped to her. Must of been hell to get her here."
"Well with war moving into Leads most of Liberty is staying home. Thats cutting right into his profits. He has to pay all those pilots big soon, otherwise they will walk, or worse." Owen says candidly
"Good that will keep his eyes above my chest during the meeting. I am going down to the galley dinning room, as the other captains arrive invite them aboard and send them there" Michelle walk off the bridge mentally reciting her plan as she made her way down. Any significant gathering of the Slavers Union was risky, if the other captains didn't buy her plan, she was about to loose allot of respect.
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Bryant had been stealing a quick nap in his command chair, his Bactrian moored to the Vulgar Nun. His freighter didn't have the engines to haul him out to the distant Omegas from Liberty, even with the overhaul Richard Branson had given the basic technology in the engineering compartment, so he'd caught a lift from the Edge Worlds between Liberty and Bretonia instead. He was awakened by a dull rattling throb permeating through the deck below his feet.
The Nun appeared to have stopped. Peering out through the cockpit, he could see some of the Nun's ancient and abused interior - the darkened vein of an abandoned corridor, left open to the uncaring void once the hull panels had been removed. Beyond that, he could catch a slither of light from a dark orange sun, but that wasn't what caught his attention.
Part of the orange slice he could see was being obstructed - a ship of monstrous size and presence was silhouetted by the baleful rays. They must be at the Meet. Leaning forward, he casually flicked a switch that opened a comm channel to the Nun's captain.
"Howdy, this is Bryant. I'm on your underside. We at the meet?" There were a few moment of hissing white noise before there was a small pop and a tinny voice, distorted by interference crackled back.
"That we are. If it's all the same to you, I'll be using your ship to get over to the Sanguinis. No sense in taking two when one will do just as well." That had been the captain - Thompson. Bryant drummed his fingers on his chair's wooden arms for a moment before answering.
"Yeah, whatever. Just be here before I leave." There was another small pop as then channel was closed, then the hiss of static until the switched was flicked off once more.
Hank Morgan walks the decrepit corridors of the Utopia to the captain's quarters.
"Sir, we've arrived at the meet."
"Jesus Morgan, didn't yer mother teach you to knock?" growls Cain Shepard as he leaves his bed and the nude women who are in it.
"Sorry sir," answers Morgan as the captain pulls up his jeans.
Cain laces his boots and grabs a shirt from the closet, "Let's go."
The pair of slavers leave the captain's quarters and start heading towards the hangar bay where Morgan's Bactrian is moored, while Cain buttons his shirt.