Entering a bright room, Corren Falis is immediately relieved from the intense heat of Medium White sun located at the center of the New York system. The sign read Aegis Technologies Inc. Though the letter that
Corren recieved was brief it was obvious that this would be a very lucrative assignment...what ever it was. The woman at the desk didn't look up from the desk, the placard read "Lindsey O'Neil". Clearing his throat Corren attempted to get her attention. "May I help you?" she asked. "I was told to come here, I'm supposed to meet with a Mr. Jones." "Your name please?" "Corren Falis."
"Ah, Mr.Fallis. Mr. Jones is waiting for you upstairs on the 54th floor. He doesn't like to be kept waiting." And with that Lindsey went back to her typing. Corren walked over to an elevator, pressed the button, and began to wait. After about five minutes with no elevators a janitor walked by. "Whats wrong with the elevators?" Corren asked. "They are being serviced today."
Finally approaching the 54th floor, sweat pored down Corren's face. His nice shirt and tie were ruined and he looked like he had just gotten into a fight with a rabid Xeno. Walking in through the door he could tell that this "Mr. Jones" was not happy.
"What the hell took you so long?"
"Sorry Mr. Jones I believe it is? The elevators were bei..."
"Don't give me your sob stories Fallis just sit down."
Remaining standing Correns blood began to boil, he did not like being told what to do.
"So, you do not like being told what to do? I suppose these 5 million credits will have to find someone who does."
Immediately seeing the credits Corren sat.
"Ah, I see you do have a weak nerve for money Falis. Now, lets talk about how you will receive this money shall we? There is a certain someone I need you to take care of, he goes by the name of John Lockert. This 'John Lockert' has been quite an annoyance to my company. You see, I hired him about nine months ago to report on nomad hostilities in various locations across Sirius. Unfortunately he made the mistake of entering Zone-21. He was immediately detained by the Liberty Navy and never seen again. However I have reliable sources that say he is being held in the Fairbanks prison facility. Now here is where you come in. I have been told that you have...Various skills...That would be required to do this job, I need you to not only sneak into Zone-21, but I also need you to sneak into the Fairbanks prison facility undetected and kill Lockert before he exposes any of the secrets he knows about my company. It is of the utmost importance to remain undetected, if it is ever even SUSPECTED that my company has ANY ties to this at all my company will be history, and as a result I will personally see your head on the block."
Corren just stared at Jones, hardly even moving.
Five minutes pass...
"Are you insane?" Corren asks.
"Excuse me?"
"Okay, let me get this straight. You want me to sneak into a place that doesn't exist, sneak into a Navy prison station I have never heard of undetected. Find a man i have never seen and kill him, and do all that for five million credits. I believe I have that all right, so I ask again. Are...you...insane?"
"Hahaha, Mr.Falis, I believe we had a misunderstanding, the five million credits is what you are payed upfront. This is what you will receive." Mr.Jones puts a very large briefcase on the table. "100 million credits...You see, I know the risk of what you are doing and i believe it is worth it based on the consequences of both YOUR actions, and of what could happen if Lockert is not...taken care of."
"When do i start?"
-Present day-
Adjusting the speed control on his cruise engines Corren begins the short trip to the Fort Bush trade lanes. Not sleeping all night so he could leave at two in the morning has its disadvantages. Still trying not to fall asleep he takes a long sip of the strongest coffee he could make. Entering the trade lane he shortly reaches Fort Bush.
"Attention unidentified gunboat, you have just entered our scanners. Please state your business."
"I'm meeting a trader at the texas jump gate to escort him to bering."
"Acknowledged, you may proceed."
Entering the trade lane to Norfolk he takes another long sip of the coffee.
He then quickly enters the trade lane to the texas jump gate.
"Well, no turning back now."
"Shortly entering the trade lane he exits and makes a short dash for Zone-21."
-Three hours later-
Rushing out of Fairbanks, his target long since found dead in his cell of what seems to be a suicide by hanging, Corren heads to the New York jump gate. Falling asleep and letting his auto-pilot take control Corren is oblivious to the Navy patrol heading his way.
"What are you doing here pilot? This is your last chance, respond or we will open fire."
Shaken from his light slumber Corren immediately accesses the situation.
Without a response Corren ducks behinds a near by asteroid and engages his cruise engines. By the time they see him on the other side of the asteroid Corren is to far to be locked by a Cruise Disruptor. Some how Corren escaped the Navy patrol. As he heads deeper and deeper into Zone-21 he is unsure of where he is headed. He begins to hear strange noises over the comms and off in the distance he sees a weird blue light heading directly at him.
"No!"
Corren hears a voice in his head.
***Dark one...destroyer of *light*
Immediately opening fire on the Nomad. Corren sees that he hurt it incredibly bad before it fled into the abyss. Turning his ship to head back he sees a Jump hole directly behind him.
Corren came out of the jump hole into the dull light of a yellow dwarf. He begins to head directly west. Flying for about an hour he picks another ship up on his scanner and patches himself through on private comms.
"Attention unidentified craft, I am requesting assistance."
"*Static* Hello, who is this? *Static*"
"My name is Corren Falis, who am i speaking to?"
"Corren Falis? You from liberty?"
"Yes, now please, who is this??"
"My name is Greg Walsh. I'm a Nomad researcher. You said you needed help? How can I help you?"
"I have no idea where I am, I need to get out of here."
"Well my friend, welcome to Omicron Minor."
"WHAT?? We need to get out of here, The order!"
"Yes, well, just stay away from Toledo and you will be fine. But I guess I can help you out, come with me."
-Three weeks later, Omicron Minor.-
"Haha, Another Nomad down."
"Nice shot Captain"
"Tractoring now Mr. Fallis"
"Good boys, we have finally filled our quota. Time to return to Manhattan, these Nomads should finally be enough to complete the experiment."
A large bang startles the crew as Auto-Pilot is engaged.
"Will one of you boys go see what happened down there? The Auto-Pilot disengaged, check the optronics."
"I'll check it out Corren."
An hour passes and still no sign of the gunboats engineer.
"What is taking him so long? I'm gonna go check on him" Says corren.
-Two hours later-
Corren and the engineer return to the cockpit.
"What was wrong sir?"
"Sir, is something wrong?"
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-Planet Toledo, Omicron Minor-
<==Incoming transmission==>
<==Location: Unknown==>
<==Source: Unknown==>
"SHOOT THE DAMN THINGS!!!!!"
"WE CAN'T SHOOT FALIS."
"THATS NOT FALIS ANYMORE YOU IDIOT, FALIS DOESN'T HAVE A BLUE...AHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Corren: Hmm, i can drop dah police guhs but dere beh no nomads en meh vessel.
Navy: Thats strange, I thought I picked up trace amounts of Nomad based organic matter radiating from your ship. My scanner must be on the fritz again.
Corren: Hmm, maybeh.
Navy: Well, hand over those pilots.
Corren: Hea yah go mista naveh.
Navy: Thank you Mr.Falis, stay out of trouble.
Corren: Will do mistah naveh.
Corren: Dats weird dat heh picked up Nomads comin from meh ship! Deh only ones on boad are meh an meh crew.
Unknown: No, I'm picking something up too.
Corren: OH NO! CAN DEM NOMADS GO INVISBLE?
Unknown: I have never heard of such a thing occuring.
Corren: Dat beh weird den...
*Light*
Unknown: Hmm, Ion storm?
Corren: I dunno, dat was wiead.
Corren: Whats happening to meh chest?
Unknown: Excuse me?
Corren: Whas goin on hea?!?!?
Navy: Is everything all right?
Corren: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
***Light...Covers...*Darkness*
Navy: Attention all ships! We have an infected vessel! Open fire!
***Darkones...*Betrayal*
Corren: AHHHH! KILL....*Darkness*...MEH!
***All...Perish
***(A battle, Rheinland, Liberty, Kusari, and Bretonia, All shooting towards a light)
Unknown: What is going on?!?!?!
Navy: Keep shooting!!!
***(Emerging from the light, an Orca Gunboat...) a *Leader*
Order Vessel: Engaging Nomad vessel.
*An explosion is heard over the comms*
Navy: Wha...Did that order vessel just disappear?
Unknown: I saw a pod eject from the Gunboat.
Navy: Well, it must have got taken in the explosion.