Christopher
Age: Seventeen
Build: Unnaturally solid build.
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Hazel
Height: Five foot nine.
Warning Picture of Christopher Dangen is a fake...... photo has been altered for him to look older
Personality
Christopher Dangen is more of a laid back and sarcastic captain who will get the job done in his own way, He can show great compassion for human life, He can be both caring and gentle, but he also has shown on the odd occasion to have a dark side to him that seems to be more sadistic then most men comprehend. He can be brutal, reckless and ruthless. Those who have truly got on his bad side have experienced a gruesome and painful death. He is very relentless refusing to surrender to any one.
Past life
He had lost his memory when he was fifteen, losing all his memory of his past, of where he grew up. He was found wondering around in the snow canyons of Toledo wearing only a training uniform of the Order, As he failed to regain his memory he become completely focused in his training, soon becoming one of the most feared and well known Order officers. After seeing Grand Admirals come and go it is needless to say he'd know about classified and experimental projects and maybe even been developing technology of his own, he'd know the defensive plans for both the rumored Omicron 100 and Omicron Minor systems.
During his first flights as a agent he become more and more recognized before finally joining the Black Squadron, where he further honed his skills to be more deadly on the battle field being a Commander before the Black Squadron dissolved in to the Order, during that time he gained further promotions in the Order soon becoming a Commodore. He has a medal of dedication to show his worth although he doesn't wear it.
He is currently in command of the personal Osiris Class vessel Black sun
this was built after the Litany of Fury was destroyed in a nomad encounter that they were heavily out numbered in.
The Black Sun
This class vessels lay out and structure was changed by the Captain of the vessel during its construction by a third party, this vessel was not built by the order, it was built by using personal funding and materials from the captain his self after setting up several sleeper cells to gather resources and supply
Black Sun Armada
After many years of loyalty to the Order and letting him use their ship yard to construct his customized ship he'd quickly began to work on gathering more resources and supply's to start creating and maintaining a Working Armada of ships. The Armada consists of one Geb carrier, sixteen strike cruisers, forty anti-bomber and fighter gunboats and hundreds of fighters and bombers.
After putting a chain of certain things in motion back at Gallia, I had decided I would meet with a friend back in the Bretonian Kingdom. after making sure the armada wasn't going spontaneously explode. I set out making my way out of the Gallian systems and into the Tau twenty-three system, I proceeded through the Tau systems undetected. as always. soon arriving at the Leeds system.
Upon my arrival started to pick up usual communications chatter about sightings of Phantom empire ships, after contacting and maintained communications with the Bretonian authority I was able to pinpoint there location which was right out side the planet New London. Ditching my covert flight paths I made my way towards the location, to lend a hand to the Bretonian forces engaging the target. Upon my arrival I spotted three Phantom vessels. Mindrender Sabre very heavy fighter, Overload Sabre very heavy fighter, Harlequin Rogue/molly gunboat. after determining there threat status and flight patterns, Overload seemed like a logical choice as a target, after a few well place shots with the guns and razor, they were downed removing one of the threats. after switching my targeting systems to Mindrender the gunboat started to launch missiles as well as trying to volley shots of its Razor cannon. The Phantom ship stained heavy damage before, I was forced to retreat after a number of missiles had knocked out some vital combat systems.
As I began to sneak my way out of the battle I started to give recommendations on what the best cause of action was, I spot with Savins telling them not to let them destroy there ship as it would only add to there satisfaction. As I started to leave I spotted a QCG vessel observing. as I could see the way back into New London's orbit was not safe I took them with me leading them through the back routes of the Bretonian system, finally ending at Cambridge.
After transferring the pilots who believe I was going to take them back to my "terrorist" organization for intergoation over the QCG. shortly after we were spilt up as one of my primary engines began to give in due to the fighting done in the New London system. So right now I am floating in space.
Well this is a total bloody nightmare, after escorting the government official to a safe place from the phantom conflict, I found out my jump drive, engine systems, combat systems, and navigation systems. all become un-operational due to the extent of the damage taken in the conflict with the phantoms so I am now stuck on Cambridge. I've been trying to deal with the local commiditys dealer hell I even tried to throw money at him but he thinks I am a bloody joke, that I am a bum and well given the state of my cloths I wouldn't blame him.
I've found a good place to hide my fighter its on some large estate, providing the don't find me I should be good although I am desperately running low on supply's with only enough to if I am lucky last me till tomorrow. The estate must have food but I do not know who it belongs to and I am not in the mood to steal from them but I will if I have to.
I've managed to salvage all the parts I could but sadly I am lacking the vital parts being destroyed when my fighter caught fire, hell I am just lucky I was able to land here let alone undetected. I've still got my Armour and weapons as they were locked in a holding place but they aren't exactly useful in public. The Armour I can hide as it moves over my body after I activate it but the assault rifle is a little hard to hide, maybe If I take it in pieces but then it would take a while to set up.
I cant destroy my fighter as its my only way home..... god this is such a mess
Well….. this is bad, I am currently stuck on this planet surrounded by a big wall in some ones estate with out any food or water, the materials I need for the parts are near impossible to get around here and to make matters worse now even my fuel lines broke, I was able to clean up most of the fuel but I can still smell traces of it inside the ship, If it wasn't for the camouflage device being located in the cockpit my ship would've been discovered too, oh thats just fantastic! now I see a crack in the cockpits window, for the love of god this has to be some kind of joke.
Who ever owns this estate is going to be looking for me, I've decided I am going to have to liberate a ration pack if they have them and maybe some water, from their supplies. Hopefully I'll have better luck then I have had the past few days. Its been one thing after another, the phantoms the systems failing then the ship failing. –a sigh would be heard- I hope the Countess got to safety at least that way if die here it wouldn't be in vein. Can't believe the amount of missles the gunboat had, I wonder what the Phantoms have been working on.
Well its starting to get dark, now's a good time as any and I don't know how much longer I can last with out food or water. I've locked down the ship so if I am not the one to activate the controls, it will self destruct…… alright well here goes nothing.
Place seems to be swarming with guards they seemed to be heavily equipped with heavy armor and Plasma rifles, a few grenades, a blaster, communicates and damn good camofladge, wouldn't find them if you were looking for them, any body think this was a fortress or prison then a residence. The guards patrol in groups of two within a minute of patrolling so almost every corner is watched constantly, I got a lucky break and some of the guards were talking something about the house having to be put on tighter security after the house owner was in a pretty bad shape, should gone during th. -sounds of foot of armor moving as the recording shuts off.-
Alright so inside now, almost got caught if that guard had of turned around -sighs- well I seem to be what looks like a study room packed with books, a desk with what looks like classified information, didn't bother looking it's not what I am here for nor would I have much use for it, Unless I can eat it although I could I'd rather some that didn't have the risk of ink poisoning. Hmmmm..... seems to open to me and not as guarded, this thing must have sensors for sure.
Sure enough It was.... one hell of a time finding the places to move without setting it off and damn lucky the guard that past didn't see me in the dark. seemed a bit odd though I though it was the house owner. finely dressed and everything not one hair out of place, the only thing that gave him away was the blaster outline on the suit its self. Made my way to the cooking room, got lucky and got some bread and water might not be much but sure beats paper any day. -Suddenly distorted sounds of fast moving wind and scraps would be heard before its shut off. -
Damn guard must of tripped an alarm the patrols have become more erratic, -He'd chuckle- about to die for some water and bread, -sounds of gunfire heard- time to run I guess. -The sound of rushing wind would full the recording. before long a thud would be heard then some more rushing wind. soon after the wind picks up then suddenly stops as the sounds of of something soft being hit before a loud crack is heard as the recording stops.-
The Price of Freedom and the raise of the Black sun Armada
It had been a few weeks since the event with a couple rogue Order vessels in Tau 23 had taken place, he had helped them and repaired and restocked there ships with supply's from his ship. he didn't know why he helped them but he did, this had been eating at him for the last couple days, why would he help them they were deserters. over the last couple months the Order had been falling apart, Rand Seith left yet another grand admiral hes seen go. the Order rebellions, the order attack new york with a Juggernaut known as Big Fatty and even see it turn on one of its own. Aki Kimura she was a good captain but of course even that went south, when she was to be Court Marshal and ran, to the Blood Dragons and they stabbed her in the back as well.
"Captains log..... 353.....whatever."
"I've been having doubts that the Order is the right place to be any more for me or my crew, it seems even one of its most experienced captains were exiled due to corsair interference, Have we really become that weak that we are pushed around by a bunch of pirates? Bahh... I am still receiving supply's from the Le Conseil, I need to contact one of my friends."
He'd sign off that night, extremely troubled by what he realized had been going on around him. The order was starting to faultier and he'd be damn if he fell with it. he continue thinking about what he was going to do, but one thing was for sure he would still continue the cause.
A few hours past before he decided on one more thing before he decided to rest. He was going to have to contact the Nekure and Takeshi Taka.
The Price of Freedom and the raise of the Black sun Armada
It had been three days since he had last had contact with the order rogue forces and the more he thought about staying with them the more he felt like he had to leave, It had changed drastically since the day when Black squadron was dissolved into what it is today. Back then all he had to worry about was the Bounty hunters guild, nomads and the Wilde. but not it seems he has to worry about everyone. The bounty hunters, wilde, Iseijin, Liberty and now even the Blood Dragons.
-Captains Log. Classified-
"I've been sending around a rumor that the Anubis fleet might dissolve from the order and make its own small fleet. So far eighty percent of the crew are willing to stay with us, and the rest that aren't going to join us will be moved over to the carrier Ma'at where that ship after its been striped of valuable resources will be sent back with those who do not wish to follow.
We have jammed all out going transmissions and any that are trying to be sent are intercepted. Hopefully most of the Anubis fleet will follow me through yet another obstacle.
After about three hours with the captains of each of the vessels. The Anubis fleet is currently at the numbers of sixteen attack cruisers, twenty anti fighter and bomber gunboats, hundreds of fighters and bombers stored one the forward base here.
After the talks we now stand. Eleven attack cruisers ten anti finger and bomber gunboats, and the original fighter and bomber number.
The Black sun armada has been formed, with the cruisers and Carrier one its way back; I suspect they will soon know what I have done. We only have around seventy percent of personal remaining, with most of the crew remaining being the chief combat personal and pilots.
He shut his data-base down now taking into the full effect of what he had done, There was no going back from this point on, He knew once he's in Sirius he would be hunted, but this was the price of freedom and now he must live with the consequences.
He had already had a code of conduct for his ships, mostly because it was his very own code of conduct.
They wouldn't attack Order ships.
They would continue fighting for the Orders cause.
They would have to find a harbor for them to stay in.
They would need suppliers as the Zoners were not going to be a option any more.
He knew the Order would send what ever they could muster against him, but the one advantage he had, The Order didn't know much of the Gallian systems, so they had no foot hold, where he did. On the Ice planet Troyes
The Price of Freedom and the raise of the Black sun Armada
As Christopher sat in the command seat he looked out at the Icy surface of the planet which reminded him of Toledo, he'd smile remembering the simpler times a few bounty hunters coming to kill his lone little ship. His thoughts would be interrupted as some one addressed him
"Sir, We have a Le Conseil vessel activating its main systems."
He'd look at the young officer scratching the rough hairs under his chin, the result of not shaving for a couple days. "Open communications with the target vessel, make sure the communications window is completely secure and hidden and please allow me to make the introductions in the first moments of the open message"
"Ai, Ai Captain." The officer would privet around in her seat working with two officers, she began to open the communications link blocking out all the other frequencies. "Line is secure Captain."
"Very good, open the communications link and upload the chatter to my personal data-banks" He'd look at her before turning back to the main screen.
"Yes Captain." She'd push one final button before the screen came to life.
Christopher would sit and stare at the transmission for a while. "I see the Le Conseil isn't very talkative today."
After a time frame of thirty to forty minutes the captain of the vessel was on board followed by several of its own guards. Christopher met the captain followed by some of his personal bodyguards one being his second in command Riley Vanguard, as they walked through the ships hall ways they would soon come to a largely armoured room stepping in side they would talk for a couple hours while the guards out side made sure nothing was going to disturb them.
Shortly after there talk in the war room they'd shake hands, exchanging there customary farewells before they departed there ways. He'd watch as the ship moves off to the Councils home planet Marne to deliver the message to the rest of Le Conseil command.
As Christopher looked out into the abyss of space cross to the Icy planet not two kilometers of its port side, he'd sigh missing the planet that had been his home for so long. After awhile of standing there motionlessly he decided it was time to visit the Toledeo lounge for what might be the last time, entering the grizzly freighter transport begin his trip back to what might be his last hours on Toledo.
The Price of Freedom and the raise of the Black sun Armada Opening Voice recording
Black.Sun: Classified: I guess the Le Conseil is not that talkative right now?
LC|La.Vertueuse: that voice...
LC|La.Vertueuse: Chris !
LC|La.Vertueuse: Chasnial here !
Black.Sun: Classified: Greetings.
LC|Lt.Weber.Boris: Chris bonjour
Black.Sun: Bonjour Chasnial.
LC|La.Vertueuse: I have recently acquired this cruiser due to the LC situation.We have lost quite a few members
Black.Sun: That is sad new to hear
LC|Lt.Weber.Boris: very sad yes
LC|La.Vertueuse: Indeed.We hope most of them will come back, but nothing we can be sure of.
Black.Sun: Classified: Ummm.... My friend.. may we talk to you in private?
LC|La.Vertueuse: Give me a second and I'm all yours, friend.
Black.Sun: Classified: -his voice wouldn't sound to happy- Thanks ill be waiting.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Just making sure this foolish officer pays for his challenge, hey boris ?
LC|La.Vertueuse: I'm done, my friend.What would you like to tell me about ?
Black.Sun: Classified: It will have to be done in person.
Black.Sun: Classified: I trust you know where to find me.
LC|La.Vertueuse: I do believe so.
LC|La.Vertueuse: My apologies, friend.A bomber swarm caught me off guard.
Black.Sun: Classified: Its not a problem, you always have to defend your ship.
LC|La.Vertueuse: They even strike Marne nowadays.Hot heads...
Black.Sun: Classified: I be they crash burn and die.
LC|La.Vertueuse: That's about what has happened, yes !
LC|La.Vertueuse: This cruiser is just all power...I like it.
Black.Sun: Classified: Well theres been Lesser and lesser patrols coming out this way
LC|La.Vertueuse: Our efforts are finally paying, I guess !
Black.Sun: Classified: Wait until you pilot a battleship, its a whole different experience.
LC|La.Vertueuse: *laughs* I might be dead before reaching that rank !
Black.Sun: Classified: Never doubt your self my friend.
Black.Sun: Classified: Your destined for great things
LC|La.Vertueuse: Thank you, my friend.With the recent events that occurred here, I indeed took a step forward in my career.
Black.Sun: Classified: Welcome a bored the Black sun
LC|La.Vertueuse: I never visited such a ship...What is it called already ?
LC|La.Vertueuse: My, it's huge.
Black.Sun: Christopher: The Vessel. Or the models name?
LC|La.Vertueuse: That model, I mean.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Anubis, was that it ?
Black.Sun: Christopher: This is the Combat vessel Osiris class strike battleship.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Hmm, all right ! I shall take note of that
Black.Sun: Christopher: would you like to follow me to my War room please?
LC|La.Vertueuse: Right behind you.Don't try to lose me in there ?
Black.Sun: Christopher: Ill try not to, your men may roam about the ship
Black.Sun: Christopher: My men will stop them from going into restricted rooms.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Thanks.They're kind of...Curious types.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Well... the rooms require rental DNA finger print samples before they can enter
Black.Sun: Christopher: So I don't think they would be able to enter the rooms.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Yes, that should be enough !
Black.Sun: -They would come up to two steel doors, as they open He'd see they were at least two meters thick-
LC|La.Vertueuse: Hmm...You seem to have well defended areas indeed...
LC|La.Vertueuse: No one can capture such a ship !
Black.Sun: Christopher: You wait to see whats inside.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Well there is fail safes for that too
Black.Sun: Christopher: A Nuclear explosion fails in comparison to what this ship would do if we self destructed.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Huh-uh...A flying coffin...What are you so eager to defend ?
Black.Sun: Christopher: This has experimental technology
Black.Sun: Christopher: Jump drives, Cloaking, Personal teleportantion, weaponry, armor both ship and man
Black.Sun: Christopher: and of course vehicles
LC|La.Vertueuse: A fine piece of machinery, indeed...
LC|La.Vertueuse: I bet your superiors aren't too pleased with you being there, are they ? *laughs*
Black.Sun: -They would enter the room where a lot of high tech computer sat around the edges of the room, in the middle would be a
Black.Sun: War table with Three d models of a battlefield-
LC|La.Vertueuse: Huuh...Where is that ? Hm.Classified, I guess !
Black.Sun: Christopher: There Is only one superior I didn't welcome into the fleet.
Black.Sun: Christopher: My home planet.... Planet Toledo.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Hmmm...That's somewhere in the omicrons, if I remember correctly.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Would you like to take a seat?
LC|La.Vertueuse: Oh, yes, sure thing !
Black.Sun: Christopher: Indeed. its the Order home planet
Black.Sun: The large doors would shut as four guards move out side to defend the door.
LC|La.Vertueuse: *sits down*
LC|La.Vertueuse: Well, at least you're tight on the security.That's a quality.
Black.Sun: He'd sit down, as he does he would fiddle around with the tables controls, making the hologram disapier.
Black.Sun: Christopher: One suit..... could give the power to the wearer to take out a battleship if they are smart enough.
Black.Sun: Christopher: We've implemented shields around the suits their selves.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Well...And we thought Gallia was at the top of technology !
LC|La.Vertueuse: Looks like we still have some improvement to make.
Black.Sun: Christopher: well the Order has only stayed alive due to being at the top of that tree.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Now I am sure your wondering why, I asked you to come here?
LC|La.Vertueuse: I admit that curiosity is starting to invade me, yes.
Black.Sun: Christopher: May I tell you about Aki Kimura?
Black.Sun: Christopher: One of my friends.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Please do, yes.
Black.Sun: Christopher: She had been in the order long before I was, we had watched each others back for quite some time, and be come good
Black.Sun: Christopher: Friends. I even saw the day she was givin command of the Carrier Bastet.
Black.Sun: Christopher: She later rose to Admiral as a High Command member. and served them well.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Undoubtedly a valuable unit !
Black.Sun: Christopher: Then one day she went Rogue. do you want to know why?
LC|La.Vertueuse: Hmm...Conflict with high command ?
Black.Sun: Christopher: Its beacuse She was betrayed. she was to be court marshaled beacuse the Corsair elders weren't to pleased with her
Black.Sun: Christopher: And so she was back stabbed due to. the Order being bullyed around by the corsairs, One of our own betrayed.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Because she spoke her mind.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Hmm...
Black.Sun: Christopher: She fleed to a group known as blood dragons. but they didn't offer her shelter.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Corsairs are just like outcasts, right ?
Black.Sun: Christopher: Yes.
LC|La.Vertueuse: All right.Please resume.
Black.Sun: Christopher: So she went into hiding.
Black.Sun: Christopher: She is now a ex-high command member and ex-order pilot all due to the order being pushed around
LC|La.Vertueuse: Where is she now ?
LC|La.Vertueuse: Some outskirts of Sirius ?
Black.Sun: Christopher: Could be.... or hiding in kusari.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Let me tell you of another time.
Black.Sun: Christopher: A ship known as big fatty.
LC|La.Vertueuse: big fatty.Ain't that cute.
Black.Sun: Christopher: It would go into new york every day..... and assault Liberty, which is full of Citizens
Black.Sun: Christopher: well one day a few of our Black squadron members moved to take it out. and were punished for it
Black.Sun: Christopher: Just because we wonted to stop the useless fighting, he didn't want to stop
LC|La.Vertueuse: Again, high command issue, they seem pretty tight up
Black.Sun: Christopher: A few months ago....
Black.Sun: Christopher: there was a Order rebellion against the Command structure.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Hmm, I can understand that they got fed up
Black.Sun: Christopher: Needless to say they were wiped out. but that was for the better.
Black.Sun: Christopher: they only wanted the power.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Like you they fought for control, but unlike you they did it for there own selfish ways
LC|La.Vertueuse: Hmm, I see, power struggle, but for personal deeds.
LC|La.Vertueuse: We indeed don't condone that behavior.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Now you see my point, in saying the Order is also at war with its self?
LC|La.Vertueuse: There seems to be deep internal conflicts, Oui !
Black.Sun: Christopher: a Few weeks ago, there was a Rogue group of Order vessels.
Black.Sun: Christopher: I have yet to complete its puzzle. but there not going to be like the rebellion and start fighting the order
Black.Sun: Christopher: It seems some other force in the order is trying to suppress them
Black.Sun: Christopher: Due to all these facts..... I've been questioning my exsistance in the Order
LC|La.Vertueuse: Hmm...You're longing for stability, I guess
Black.Sun: Christopher: indeed.... But If we leave... the Anubis... and its fleet..... We won't have any where to turn
Black.Sun: Christopher: Just because we are order Most of Sirius turns its back on us
Black.Sun: Christopher: The Zoners would abandon us. and needless to say the Order too.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Yet they need someone to protect them from these...blue guys...Travelers ?
Black.Sun: Christopher: And with my current forces we need a constant supply line.
Black.Sun: Christopher: They order can do that.... but not as effectively. they've been slip through due to us having four fronts to fight
Black.Sun: on
Black.Sun: Christopher: And we are but a small organization
Black.Sun: Christopher: fighting four forces larger then we are.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Hmm...So you needed a way out, right ?
Black.Sun: Christopher: I need.... but there won't be many who would take in a self-Exlied Armada.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Not many, yes...
Black.Sun: Christopher: out of sixteen Strike cruisers eleven will remain with us out of twenty anti fighter and bomber gunboats only
Black.Sun: thirteen would remain.
LC|La.Vertueuse: That's a nice guerrilla fleet already.
Black.Sun: Christopher: And only seventy three percent of our crews are ready to come with us
LC|La.Vertueuse: Although I wouldn't bet much on them in a full frontal assault.
Black.Sun: Christopher: The carrier Ma'at will transport those that don't wish to follow back home safly.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Nice plan, you thought of everything.
Black.Sun: Christopher: we are daggers to broad swords
LC|La.Vertueuse: They're lucky to have you as their commander.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Not entirely.
Black.Sun: Christopher: I don't have a port.
Black.Sun: Christopher: I've got repair ships... and transports but. there resources are limited.
Black.Sun: Christopher: There are sleeper cell ships funding these ships.
LC|La.Vertueuse: What are your plans for the future?
Black.Sun: Christopher: but that all means nothing If we cant make a Harbor.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Continue the Order cause.... but just away from all the conflicts of the order
Black.Sun: Christopher: We aren't ones to go on a war path aganst our own race.
Black.Sun: Christopher: So now to my point.
LC|La.Vertueuse: That is wise, indeed.
Black.Sun: Christopher: As you have given me a port here. for now.
Black.Sun: Christopher: as a Order fleet vessel
Black.Sun: Christopher: I am asking that. I would make the permitted stay here. and launch operations from here into Sirius
LC|La.Vertueuse: Yes.We agreed to host you.
Black.Sun: Christopher: If we go rogue.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Hmm...So you wish to use Gallia as your base of operations...
Black.Sun: Christopher: We would defend Gallia from the Nomads phantoms and even some of the Sirian terrorists.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Indeed. but we aren't going to be here to cause you greff and trouble.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Well, I'll need to discuss this with my colleagues.But we could work something out.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Yes, but also I think we should all have a meeting too
LC|La.Vertueuse: I'm sure you won't.You have proven yourself trustworthy over the time.
Black.Sun: Christopher: As I've said even to the GRN
LC|La.Vertueuse: Indeed.I will start a link into a secure link in the Neural Net to contact everyone concerned.
Black.Sun: Christopher: I would die for even the smallest town to defend them against the nomads and phantoms
Black.Sun: Christopher: My main concern is the safety of the human race.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Very well.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Then you must be aware of the King's plans to genocide the entirety of Sirius.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Your help to avoid such an event would be enough to justify your presence in our territory.
Black.Sun: Christopher: They can try..... but if they group to gather
Black.Sun: Christopher: Gallia would be out numbered and gunned.
Black.Sun: Christopher: I can not enter open conflict with the GRN, but there is a few things I can offer.
Black.Sun: Christopher: I can over.... more insight into my Data base net work
Black.Sun: Christopher: Combat training programs both on ground and in space.
Black.Sun: Christopher: I am sure you heard what i did to a few of your men during training
Black.Sun: Christopher: and we would be able to officer our medical technology.
Black.Sun: Christopher: But our weapons and armor we can not. I hope you understand that.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Don't worry.
LC|La.Vertueuse: That we can handle by ourselves.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Any help on your part will be appreciated.We won't force you to openly attack the GRN.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Yes but advancements in those fields. would increase the likely hood of your men's survival.
Black.Sun: Christopher: those are what we have to offer.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Hmm...Very well.I think it is a good start.
LC|La.Vertueuse: I must depart and write my report to the others about that.I will contact you soon on a secure channel.
LC|La.Vertueuse: In the meantime...Watch yourself.
Black.Sun: Christopher: We always have.
LC|La.Vertueuse: The royals have been more and more daring these days.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Then all they will see is the blackness of space
Black.Sun: Christopher: current patrols out to this region have been dying down
LC|La.Vertueuse: Wise words, Sirian...You're pretty good.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Also...
Black.Sun: Christopher: We have prisoners.
Black.Sun: Christopher: From the last group that tried.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Hmm, nice job.We could use their information.
Black.Sun: Christopher: I haven't harmed them
Black.Sun: Christopher: We aren't the ones for torture and such.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Humans after all, eh...
Black.Sun: Christopher: Indeed.
LC|La.Vertueuse: We're not keen on that, either.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Thank you.They will be sent into custody and interrogated.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Medical supplys..... some of them are hurt from the explosion of there vessel
LC|La.Vertueuse: If they prove cooperating, they will be given a second chance among us.
LC|La.Vertueuse: That's how we, the Council, roll.
Black.Sun: Christopher: That is good to know.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Stay undercover, Chris, my friend.You will hear from me very soon.
Black.Sun: Christopher: depending on yours the Councils decision will depend if I get my wish for a stable future.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Hopefully with more good news then bad.
LC|La.Vertueuse: *grabs his intercom* Boys ! Amenez the ship, I'm returning !
LC|La.Vertueuse: I will advocate for you.
LC|La.Vertueuse: We don't have anything to fear from you, and can maintain a few more ships.
Black.Sun: -The doors would start to open.-
LC|La.Vertueuse: Besides, you will be useful to us, and your causes are noble.I don't see why they would refuse.
LC|La.Vertueuse: We will discuss this again very soon.
Black.Sun: Christopher: you would be surprised.
LC|La.Vertueuse: *shakes Chris' hand*
Black.Sun: Christopher: Sayonara my friend.
Black.Sun: -Shakes his hand-
LC|La.Vertueuse: Au revoir, Chris.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Take care.
Black.Sun: Christopher: to you as well.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Okay, messieurs ! Get this baby back to Chalons and tell the office I have news for them.
LC|La.Vertueuse: Oh, Chris, before I forget.
Black.Sun: -As they depart there would be a black cloud starting to form around the black sun-
LC|La.Vertueuse: Nice ship.
Black.Sun: Christopher: Thanks. yours is a work of art its self
Black.Sun: -As the cloud clears the ship would be no where in sight-
LC|La.Vertueuse: Thanks ! Err, he's gone already.Swift !
The Price of Freedom and the raise of the Black sun Armada Construction of the suns shadow
It was a Cold and dark day on the surface of Troyes as a Freighter cargo ship move its way through the underground catacombs of the plants interior structure, The ship turned off its cooling systems as their engines started to freeze it would veer left and right, the light from the ships spot light barely showing them a clear way through as it continued down into the depths of the Planet of the lifeless and barren planet. It would soon stop coming to a point where a large wall blocked there way as they settled the ship down starting to power down its engines as voices echoed in the cave, they would answer back through a little communication unit on the wall speaking in odd dialog unheard to most human ears. As the ground beneath them start to move closer to the wall the giant rock face would start to move apart as dozen of gun turrets became visible all of then point towards the small freighter as soldiers in columns of two moved towards the ship surrounding it as the Woman and men inside moved out with there hands up as they went through the protocols, the woman were frisked by woman and the men by the men as they soldiers where in full body armor it was hard to tell who's what in the darkness as no light could reach down into the depths of the planet.
The platform the ship was on began to slide in to the narrow passage as another two groups of soldiers took out there outpost as others took up a perimeter around the ship to make sure none of them were able to wonder off. they stood on the platform for what seemed for hours seeing nothing but gunnery turrets and construction workers building more ones or cutting the walls of ice that lay trapped deep down in Troyes abyss for billions of years.
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