She said lightly watching her brother throw clothes out from his closet. "I'm not." He replied back, staring at nice dress clothes. "Yeah, but..you're looking at dress clothes."
"Why do you care? You're not even here!" He said turning towards her and throwing a hanger at her. The hanger flew threw her image and she shook her head. "I care because you're my brother. Who hates nobles, yet wants to be a Knight...hypocritical much?"
"Aye?" Austin said turning slightly to see First Officer, Lieutenant Hans, walking towards him.
"It seems that Captain Roland Gilead was killed last week."
"Any details on his death?" Austin said, a slight smile appearing on his face.
"A wing of Chimera's." Hans replied.
"Best way for him to go." Austin said with a slight chuckle in his voice.
It was a well known fact through out the fleet that Austin Goodmen had hated Libertorians, for whatever reason. In fact he had always favored Kusarian's over Libertorians, and Rheinlanders over Kusarians.
There was however, a rumor going around that he had purposely rigged the Captains ship, for the escape pod to fail, another rumor was that he committed suicide. Whatever was true, Austin didn't care. He was dead, and gone. Soon he'll be forgotten, just like Lord Admiral Sir Roger Brinkley, and Lord Admiral Aubrey Mainwaring. Just like Lieutenant Commander Sipher Rockwell.
Though, Austin had guessed that this would be for the best. At least there wouldn't be anymore squabbles. However, that did lead Austin's thoughts to what would Gilead's cronies do?
The thought of them attempting to attack Austin, if they suspected him of rigging the Captain's ship, amused him greatly.
Austin leaned back in the chair, peering out the view port towards the dark side of New London. The city is beautiful from up here. He thought to himself, while waving his hand dismissing crew members, so they can go and do what they need to do.
As soon as they had cleared off the bridge. Austin stood up and began walking around, slowly. Running his fingers along consoles and chairs. Smiling to himself.
Had he killed Captain Roland Gilead, the thought crossed his mind multiple times. Had he done a lot of things, he'd probably be in jail, or worse, executed. He chuckled to himself and wandered over to the view port, staring out to the city below.
"At the sound of the lance breaking the Shield of Valor, you shall hear our call." He said, repeating something that was told to him a few days ago, by a rather unique force.
Was he easily corruptible? Or was it something else?
Was it the fear of losing everyone close to him? Or the fear of losing his life? His people?
He had sided with the enemy, on more than on occasion. They had promised to leave Bretonia out of their plans. Someone else had gotten what they needed without causing a security breech. Though it didn't matter, he in someways owed his life to them.
Though, the hardest part was yet to come.
You will go to the library, where all will be revealed.
He shook his head, ridden himself of the thoughts, and turned to something less devious. He continued to gaze out at the lovely dark side of New London. "What next?" He asked aloud, not expecting an answer.
"She died for what she loved doing best. That was serving her family, and that of the Bretonian people as a Mandalorian Mercenary. She's saved countless of lives, and has taken countless of lives. Though we'll remember her not as a Mercenary, but a fellow man-at-arms in the plight against the menaces that have befallen our beloved Kingdom!"
"We will surely miss her."
The man bowed slightly and stepped away from the podium. Austin came up next, and cleared his throat.
"My sister was a brave girl, braver than myself. Ruthless, cunning, and overly independent. How much I've known about her before the accident that killed my mother and father, has changed when I met her again, years after the accident."
"She saved my life a couple of times. I just wished I was there to save hers." He paused and took in a deep breath. "I know not what lies ahead for myself, but I do hope she reached where she wanted to be."
"It's not my families tradition to launch a casket into space. Though, that is what she wanted. To forever drift amongst the stars. So, in the first time of my entire family, my sister will be laid to rest amongst the vastness of space. Thank you."
Austin bowed his head low, after a few seconds he lifted his head and turned towards the casket. Stepping close to it, peering at his sister for a final time.
He drew a deep breath closed the casket lid. A faint smile appeared, as he whispered, "Rest well, my sister."
"In other news, Bretonian Armed Forces Commander, Austin Rodney Goodmen, is being court marshalled on multiple accounts."
The holo-vid went blank. Austin sat staring at the blank area. Within a few minutes loud sirens were heard.
He stood up, and quickly walked towards the nearest window, closest to the sirens and glanced outside. Three police cruisers were racing towards his house, on this clear star filled night.
A few minutes passed and the doors of the hover cars slammed shut, three constables came running towards his family farm house. Ready to break in.
Though, what they didn't realize was that this 'house' wasn't normal. It had an integrated maze of tunnels, one of which lead straight to Austin's personal ship, his Hussar.
"Right." He said to himself glancing out towards the Farm house. "All my families fortunes, wasted with a single button." He swallowed hard and started flicking switches. His Hussar's engines roared to life and shuttered above the ground.
The constables inside could feel the house shuttering and quickly ran towards the door to see his Hussar lifting off. "God damn it!" One of the constables shouted.
"Hail the rest of the Police Authority, we have a criminal on the run. Also! Get a communications to the Armed Forces. I believe he's gone AWOL."
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0400 Hours
As fast as his Hussar could take him, he sped quickly across the Leeds smog field, heading straight to the Derby. Attempting to get a Templar off a military ship would be hard. Though, he had a few tricks up his sleeves, and had already bribed a few people that still valued him as a trusted friend, to turn their eyes the moment he grabbed his Templar.
Moving into his ejection pod and ejecting from his Hussar, within seconds a near by Templar picked up his escape pod. It was, Lieutenant Roger Hans, who had served under Austin's command on the Invictus, and it headed straight towards the Derby.
His Hussar, locked on a direct collision course with the Leeds sun.