Virus pulled his ship up next to the cruiser, "Open the landing bay."
He drifted in sideways and the huge doors closed like a giant set of teeth. Virus jumped out of eagle and headed for the bridge. Luckily, Arouk had many ships layouts in the mind of Virus to look at.
-------- At the bridge
He stopped at the door. Of course it didn't open for just anyone. "DarkStar, its Virus." the doors slowly opened. He walked toward the commander, DarkStar.
He stood next to the captains chair, "It seems we're a little out numbered DarkStar."
"Now that's an understatement if there ever was one..." DarkStar gimaced as a small holo-tank was brought online.
"I'm willing to bet that the AW have contacts all over the Omegas, Rhinland is closed to us, and because of the IG/AW alliance, our choices are rather... limmited." The holo-tank brought up a map of Sirus. The areas around Sig 13 were glowing red, as were a number of other systems.
"I'm actually willing to punch through any one of these places, but where to go becomes a rather... urgent question. On that front, i'm open to sugestions."
This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren
DarkStar gave a snort of ammusement.
"It seems there isn't reason to stay here then, eh? Ensign! Power up the reactor! We're leaving."
"Aye sir! Brining all systems online. Primary reactor ignition, reactor online. Routing power to all systems. Shields, online. Scanners, online. Weapons, online. Targeting, online. Navagation and communications, online. All systems green."
"Set course for the Alaska Jumphole in Omicron Delta."
"Aye aye!"
*In DarkStars mind* Why does he talk with this... 'We' thing? Gah, I shouldn't ask. That would be rude. *He was helpful. It would be wise to keep, how do you humans say this, 'an eye' on him. To do otherwise would be a waste.* I hear and obey. He is still, and always will be, under the protection of the Phantoms.
*In Reality*
DarkStar turned to Virus once more.
"You're welcome to stay with us for as long as you need to. If you do decide to leave, keep in mind that the proclimation of you being under Phantom protection never ended."
This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren
"We would like to stay with the Phantom. You have been very kind to us."
Virus looked at the main viewer, "Should we launch in case of the traitor, Keiran?"
Virus smiled what would be considered a smile on someone with no emotions, just, much more evil, "We would really like to kill him for his treachery."
"If we find him, you'll have to get in line." There was a sparkle in DarkStar's eye that held a promise; a promise of a verly slow and very painful death.
The larger cruiser was fully powered on, and shoved away from the wreak that had been it's cover. It swivled in place, and charged up the cruise engines.
"First to Sigma 17, then to Omicron Theta, then Gamma, through an Unknown, then to Yaren Base for reapairs and supplies, then onwards to Alaska. It'll be a cake-walk!"
DarkStar was being overly optomistic, and he knew it. He was calling down a lot of trouble, and he knew it.
He was dareing the universe To try and stop him again.
This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren
"Hmm..." DarkStar peered into the holo-tank.
"D*mnit, i'm starting to get into a rut already. Very well, through Chugoku it is!"
The ship began to turn once more, but DarkStar had another idea.
"And drop a decoy too. Send it off to Sigma 17, then through the Omicrons."
The decoy was a small probe, basicly a nav comp bolted to a engine block. The nav package was the barest required, but it could be made to read like anything. This decoy gave all the signs of being DarkStar's Hugenot. It would be that way untill whoever was pursuing them caught up with the thing that it's true nature would be reveiled.
DarkStar mused to himself as the decoy sped off in the direction they had been going. "I wonder just how far it will get..."
This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren