***Incoming Video Transmission***
Source - Unknown
ID - Unknown
State of Condition - Severe
A women covered in blood appears on the screen, shouting at the transceiver, but is unable to successfully speak due to the raging battle in the background. Bodies are being flung into the air as several small fighter crafts float above the battlefield, dropping mines and raining plasma upon the several hundred fleeing men. The women is still shouting at the transceiver, then notices the gunfire getting closer to her. She struggles to pick up all the equipment, then begins to run into the nearby forest along with the rest of the fleeing group. The fighter crafts leave, and the group begins to slow down, catching their breath. The women is about to speak again when more of the attackers jump from the top of trees onto the prey below. Screams fill the air once more as the group begins to run yet again. The women is stopped by one of the attackers, and shot in the head. She then collapses to the floor along with the transceiver.
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The transceiver turns on once more, showing a middle-aged man.
'Dis 'ees Jimbo broad'a'castin'.. uh.. somethin' 'bout.. numbars.. Anywho, mayday man may. DAY! If'a yoo c'n 'ear 'dis, HEEEEELP US! HEEEELP US NOW! WE'Z ALL'A GONNA DIE 'EER!
A small boy comes up to Jimbo, and turns off the transceiver.
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Aboard the LucrativeTransport as the ship slips quietly through space, the comms officer intercepts and listens to the message. Then she brings it to the captains attention.
"Hmm.. Interesting at best, but we have no information as to the location, or even who any of these people are. It's best to leave that for some sort of police or military to sort out."
The crew talks to one another for a bit longer about the disturbing distress signal before deciding there's nothing that they can do.
A young man dressed in mediocre outcast armor and wearing glasses appears on the screen, then looks all ways to make sure no one is around.
Alright, I managed to get a hold of one of the terminals stuck in these caves and hook it up with the transceiver. I don't know where we are, how we got here, or who the hell is gonna pick up this transmission. But, what i do know is that there are about a hundred of us here, and that there were three hundred when we left Malta. We.. we were.. gah.. can't seem to remem- Oh that's right! We were on liner, transporting w-... things, i don't remember what things...
The man stops to scratch the back of his head and lift his glasses, then continues.
We were doing a private transporting mission for some rich outcast... I... I had been asleep, i don't remember what system we were in. Though before i checked in for the night, as far as i knew, we were in Omicron Minor.. Gah, i don't remember. Damnit!.. I'll send another transmission when i get the chance... Please, if anyone's out there.. you have to help us! Please! We are ALL going to die!
Aboard the LucrativeTransport a light on the consol starts to flash. It's a while before the comm's officer even notices it, every body is busy doing other ship functions while the gold ore is being loaded into the hold.
Eventually she sees it and listens to the message that was recorded. After she listens to it she alerts the captain and he hears it too.
The captain turns to her and thanks her for still monitoring the weak frequancy.
After the gold ore's all loaded and the crew gathers around, the captain makes an announcement to the crew.
"Okay listen up, we've picked up some interesting distress calls lately. We now have a rough idea of the location of the transmissions source. So this is the plan, we'll deliver the gold, then run some supplies into Kusari. We haven't been up that way for a minute and I know it's not our favorite place, but we'll just be passing through.
Then we'll grab some supplies to haul up to Planet Malta. We haven't been there for a minute either, but that's okay. It'll be good to do business with them again. Mean while we'll continue monitoring that frequency maybe as we get closer we'll get a fix on it's source.
The last thing I need to say is, we need to save room for about 200 refugees of sorts. We can get some extra food, water and medicines because we might be needing them.
That's all I needed to say, so finish up your duties here. We'll shove off in a few hours. Dismissed."
After the crew hustles off to finish their duties, Capt. Garrick looks out the view screen watching the mining ships go about their business, wondering what he's getting his ship and crew into.
---incoming signal---
---source: Kabukicho Depot, New Tokyo---
---type: Order---
---ID: Corporal Henry Frederick---
To the lost ship. this is Corporal Frederick, what the hell were you doing in Minor? What has happened?
We can sell a rescue group as fast as we recieve any infromation about your coordinates. Omicrons
are too large and are not the best place for a long range scanners. At least we need some information
to use our AWACS system.
The LucrativeTransport docks on Malta and the cargo master Winston quickly gets to work unloading the Consumer Goods and Military Vehicles from Rhineland.
Meanwhile the captain asks around about this "rich outcast" who sent off a liner on a special mission. He finally gets the coordinates to omnicron-minor and set's a course to that system.
Sparks scatter across the hanger as repair crews work on all the hull damage the LucrativeTransport. She recieved a lot of damage on the way Omnicron Minor. Capt. Garrick turns off the communicator and turns to check on his crew. He was talking to a few pilots in orbit of Planet Toledo who had granted him permission for immediate repairs, but turned him back to Freeport-11 for the rest. They were searching the dangerous space in Omnicron Minor for the source of the distress signal. Until the repairs are made on the "Luc" the crew busies themselves checking over all the systems and ship.
On the way through 90 and 99 the LucrativeTransport had run into some big trouble. Nomad's had blasted several holes into the hull. Some of the cargo and even passengers were lost. Poor souls most likely didnt know what happened as they got sucked out into the vacuum of space. Even two of the crew were lost, one of the gunners and the medical tech who was with the passengers died. Thank fully an Outcast bomber was nearby and aided us, so we could reach Delta. If it wasn't for that Outcast bomber, I don't think we would have made it.
Capt. Garrick slams his fist into the bulk head as he thinks of the 2 men he lost. Richards the gunner was the newest member of the crew. He was young and bright, always smiling.. Even when the capt told him to man his battlestations and defend the ship, the capt remembers how excited he was to fight a nomad for the first time. Garrick shakes his head as he walks down the corridors listening to the welders making repairs to his ship. Why do people travel to these dangerous parts? Is there that much more money to make out here? Why all this needless life lost, for what?
Garrick turns to his comm's officer, she was still visibly shaken. The med tech was one of her best friends so she was hit particularly hard. "Sit here.. watch the comms. Let me know if you hear a beep.. understand?"
She looks up at him.. face pale. "Understood sir." Then she turned to the console and put on some headphones.. turning some dial's every now and then.
Almost 48 hrs. later the repair crews were putting on the final touches. The LucrativeTransport had taken a beaten as it passed through Iota. Captain Garrick had all the repairs done at Freeport-11 and even replaced his lost crew while the ship was being repaired.
On the bridge, the crew rotated shifts monitoring all the frequencies. Nobody heard another message from the missing group. Maybe the Order pilots had handled the situation? Nobody had heard anything from them either. The only message the crew picked up that sounded important was a message from Dublin.
It was very weak coming from the other side of known space. From one of the miners that normally supply the ship, something about Liberty and selling there.
The captain wasn't too concerned about it at the moment. He still had the crew monitoring the frequencies. Winston was checking the cargo manifests and checking with local distributers about goods that needed to be shipped.
If we can't raise them on the comms soon, we'll have to leave their fate up to the Order pilots and return to our normal routes. The captain continued to roam the corridors of the ship, checking over a few of the repairs, lost in his own thoughts.
The transceiver turns on again, but this time the screen is dark and two voices are heard. At first they start to talk calmly, asking daily questions as to how each others' day was. After a minute or so of small talk, one of them whispers to the other for a second or two. The two men stop talking, then, gunshots are heard along with the sounds of furniture being knocked over as if in a fight. Another gunshot rings throughout the transceiver, and then silence.
The screen still shows darkness when the sound of a door opening and closing is heard. One of the men that was in the other room picks up the transceiver and begins to speak.
We don't need saving anymore, everything's going to turn out A.O.K.
The last gunshot is heard, and the transceiver goes dead.
The comm's officer picked the broadcast up. After listening to it she alerts the captain who listens to it as well. Afterwards they stare at each other for a moment in silence before the captain snaps back from his thoughts.
"Well then they don't need our help. Probably pirates anyway, if we picked them up they'd most likely try to take over the ship."
The captain gets on the ships comms and alerts the crew that they'll be departing soon. Hummm now where to? What was that message from Dublin about?
Turning to the bridge crew the captain gives the order to depart. The cargo hatches seal shut and the crew starts their flight duties, nobody notices the aliens that had snuck onboard and hid.
The LucrativeTransport silently slips out of the repair docks and starts its journey back into the heart of Sirius.
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