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)---Omicron Theta: Deep inside a distant cloud
)---Renegade Flag Ship
)---A vessel approaches the organic capital ship...
Doctor Write, hanger bay 8 is prepped for docking.
Thank you James, make sure the tools are in place. I don't want this to take long...
Alan looked at the scanner, the intervals between the flashing dot grew more frequent as the seconds ticked by.He leaned in looking at the incoming data on Roy Heliox's ship... He spoke to himself as the ship came into view.
[font=Lucida Console]-A massive vessel appeared out of warp followed by four escorts.-
Escort 1: Approaching designated target my lord.
Roy Heliox: Good. Bring us up to it. Keep your eyes opened for hostile contacts. Ready the corporate transport and docking procedures. If something should go wrong... leave no evidence behind. Our activities must remain unknown.
Escort 2: Roger.
-The massive vessel approached the flagship, transmitting authentification codes-
The OCULUS vessel was far lager than Alan had anticipated..
James, extend mooring point 3A now...
Yes sir... Moor 3A ready for docking.
Alan glanced over the incoming readouts of the OCULUS vessels. Their complexity surpassed even his comprehension...
"Genesis One" you are cleared to moor with point 3A, your escort vessels will find hanger bay 8 prepped and ready for immediate docking if you so please. Sending required data now....
The massive vessel approached the flagship and prepared to receive the mooring point. The bay doors slid open as a camera off to the side watched it attached to a inner bay door point. The vessel ceased to a dead halt, and three of the escorts peered off just outside 2k and secured the area. The remaining escort vessel proceeded to dock with bay 8. Roy gave a order to open the inner bay doors and prepare to board the Renegade ship.
Roy along with four others traversed down a faintly lite hallway of the Genesis toward the Renegade dock. The eyes of the four zealots glistened bright red in the dark, their bodies twisted and metalic. They followed closely behind Roy, barely visible in the darkness. A single droid was off in the distance behind them transporting equipment. They approached the dock doors...
Roy took a step forward, the others mimiced. He followed Alan down the walkway.
Roy: We have all the equipment necessary with us. The real question if you can stomach it.
Behind the group followed a corporate bot lugging a large case. Roy observed the walls of the vessel as he walked behind the man.
Roy: But first... lets talk terms shall we?
Roys eyes gleamed black for a split second. He enjoyed asserting himself and negotiating. One might of even said it seemed as if he was "programmed" for it at birth.
The hall ended in a small room, no organic matter was visible here, as if it was routinely scraped clean.
Of course of course. I am prepared for any pain involved...
He tried to keep an even tone, but he was uneasy. He was about to put his life in the hands of the man before him. Someone, who actually knew MORE than the "great" Alan Write... It did not sit well with him.
What do you need? Wealth? Research? Supplies? I have the power to give you anything you so wish short of an entire planet.
Roy took several steps forward placing his hands behind his back and walking around the room
Roy: I hear you and your brother happen to be in bed with the LSF.
A slight smile was visible, even from behind Roy. He put one hand in front of him and touched the wall, running his finger against it before taking it off.
Roy: I would like any and all information you have on them, their agents.. the works.
"Who am I dealing with?" The words echoed in the back of his mind. He took a breath, sitting down he typed a command into the main computer board. A central holo-gram display came up around him, flashing through images as Alan spoke.
My work with the LSF ended long ago. They often called upon my mind when it came to anomalies from deep space. Jump holes devouring entire systems, artifacts of ancient times, and of course the well known Nomads and tests they wanted done on subjects. All this I was apart of, but there is something else... I was involved in project "Raven Claw." The reverse engineering and development of various Phantom vessels. Though some may have seen the prototype fighter class, it was just the surface. We were making.... A monster of a combat vessel, capable of obliterating entire fleets... But, for reasons unknown to me the entire operation was shut down, it didn't take long for the LSF tag me as nothing more than a loose end to be disposed.
The holo images faded and Alan looked directly into Roy's eyes.
And now I find myself here, on the verge of another great machine of death. I can give you all information I have from my past, along with the list of double agents Rorry stole but a few months ago... Though it should be known that the Libery Rogues now have a copy of it as well.
He turned to an assistant who was still cowering at the sight of Roy's guards.
James, make hard copies of my personal files A17c9, J305-4, and Terra-I4. Mr. Heliox here has need of them...
The man gave a slight nod to Alan and hurried out. Alan stood up and motioned to the next room.
Let me show you how I have brought this magnificent vessel back from the dead...
Roy: My interests are more in the people, than their work.
Roy turned his head to the side, looking at a hologram of the "Raven Claw". He turned his eyes away in disinterest after a few moments of observation.
Roy: I have no issues with the Liberty Rogues having a copy. Maybe they will "knock" a few off.
He laughed
Roy: I am looking for a certain individual Mr. Alan. He runs a "special" branch of the Liberty government.
Roy motioned toward his corporate bot to set the case on the floor
Roy: Those that control economic interests hold power in this universe.
Roy's statements seemed to come out in riddles.
Roy: Such a tiny thing can result in a fast collaspe. There lies a true instrument of destruction...
He paused
Roy: Finally, as previously stated. My company and I were never here. We never spoke. I hope thats been made clear enough. After we leave, I rather not be forced to come back...
Roy turned his attention to Alan, and changed his tone
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