Sat Mar 26, 2005 10:30 pm by Hawkinz
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Passing Battleship Rio Grande went smoothly. No patrols hailed us. Not a fighter, nor a freighter was to be seen. It was so peaceful, it was spooky. Preytor sat comfortably in his chair, possibly dozing, possibly just watching the scenery. After being denied his chance to destroy things, Goldie mumbled something about looking into “the mechanics” and left the cockpit. I locked onto the tradelane and let the auto-guidance handle the next hop. I then also kicked back, propping my feet up on the console.
“You know, this is just about guaranteed to be boring, Prey. I’m not planning any surprises, or hiding an ulterior motive. This is up to the Taus and back. I need to earn some credits fast.”
“There are more fun ways to earn credits fast.”
“Not in this freighter.”
He leaned towards me. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”
“I guessed. And I still think it had something to do with shooting stuff.”
Leaning back, he shrugged. “It does have to do with shooting stuff. You can go pick on some Liberty Rogues.”
“You want me to take this bucket fishing?” I sat up straight.
“Whassamatta? You don’t think you can hold it together?”
I thought about that for a long moment. I had no doubts about my piloting skills. I just wasn’t sure about using this freighter in such a manner. This was no ordinary freighter though. With the CRAYs, LibRogues would be no match at all.
“So… What. Head over to Alcatraz and make them regret their chosen faction allegiance?”
Preytor nodded. “That’s what I was thinking.”
“You couldn’t have said something before we ended up at the Kepler gate?”
The ship decelerated out of the tradelane, approaching the Kepler jumpgate. A pair of Samura transports and their escorts were in line for the jump. I looked at Prey, and swung the ship around to face the lane they had just exited. He locked on and hit the dock command key.
“Ourey base is much closer. And I hate Xenos much more than LibRogues.”
“I can see why, all things considered.” Preytor stood and moved to the replicator, calling up a half a dozen beers. He tossed three to me, one at a time. “You never did tell me what happened to the Mercs you were running with. I never imagined you quitting any organization you got your talons into.”
Taking a long pull on the first one, I adroitly placed the other two in the beer holders without looking. “I didn’t quit. I still am Rogue 15. As the war got closer, and the Outcasts had extended their reach deep into Liberty, all hell broke loose. Then Rogue Leader vanished.”
“Vanished?”
“Without a trace. I thought I caught sight of his freighter once or twice on the channels, but it never panned out. I had gotten stuck deep in Rheinland territory, roped into a never ending series of protection and eradication contracts, then the war came.” Hawk took another long drink. “All my money was tied up in back payments, and one day, I was headed back to New Berlin, and I got jumped by a Rhein patrol of Battleships and Cruisers. That was after I temporarily lost the Eagle to the Unioners. I had just moved into a Falcon. I didn’t have the right markings, so they reduced my assets to an escape pod. I barely had time to get into that.”
“You should have contacted me.”
Shaking my head, I tried to avoid the look of tired sadness that I felt was there. “You didn’t know what it was like. I remember you had that lucrative protection gig goin on with Liberty, and you had some undercover work up in the Omicrons with the Corsairs before it all fell apart. Rhein got hit pretty hard. It took me months to hop enough Freighters to get back to Colorado and Pueblo. And they were locked up tighter than you can imagine. I got in, and holed up till the dust settled. Jamie gave me a Rhino, and I puttered around collecting data, keeping a low profile.”
“With the new ship designs that were introduced throughout the systems, and the chaotic activity I was keeping any eye on in Gamma, you’re right. I was pretty busy.” Preytor stretched. We had left the lane, and before I could reach for it, Prey keyed the dock command for the next lane. “The economy went to pot and prices went through the roof.”
“I couldn’t believe it. No one was trading, less they knew you real well. No one was selling any of the older ships either. It took a few months before I found that the only stockyards left were in Ringworld. And all the gates to that were gone. Till I explored the Nexus, that is.” I shook my head again. “I’m still amazed they revitalized that old graveyard of a system.”
“I guess when those old base caretakers started hearing how crazy everything had gotten, they put aside their personal differences and agreed to get along, under the circumstances.” Prey had finished his beer, and started a second. “They did do a nice job of making it look unified tho.”
Once again, the tradelane spit them out. I could see repair crews out working on the bay doors. He waved at the Operations deck, although he knew they would never see, and called up the Colorado system map. Zooming in on Ourey, I marked it on my Hud and locked on the ghost beacon. The cruise engines would take them the rest of the way, automatically avoiding as much debris as possible.
“I was lucky Jamie had an old Rhino around. But it got me everywhere. And I tell you, everyone was stunned. The opening of the Nexus, the Shadows, the privatizing of most of the protection organizations, it was like everyone in the lanes was a zombie. No one attacked, no one traded, no one hailed. Even pirates kept to themselves.”
“I admit…” Prey stretched. “I was a bit preoccupied with taking out Bounty Hunters for the Corsairs. At the time, it was the only way to get into their good graces for a line on Tizona production secrets.”
“That’s why you went dark?” I began to laugh. “I always thought it was for the money! Playing both sides of the fence.”
Preytor joined me in chuckling. “Nope. Actually most of the money went to Corsair victims outside Gamma.”
“That is Hilarious! Taking their money to kill Bounty scum, only to give it to people they attacked. Only you,” I reached over to slap Prey on the shoulder. “Only you.”
Goldie chose that moment to come back into the cockpit. He looked back and forth between the two in the front seats, looked at the weapons console to the local ship display, reached out and selected a passing neutral Xeno ship, and tripped the fire control switch.
The comm sparked to life. “Watch it Freelancer. If you don’t…:
As the target banked around, GH trained the guns on it and removed it from the sky in a shower of fragmented metal. The other ships in the squadron of Xenos broke their formation to acquire a firing solution on the freighter. Surprised, I pulled up, swinging the ship to bear on the nearest fighter. Goldie quickly took it out and locked in on another. Preytor activated the tractors to pull in the loot now floating free.
Noticing a change in the way the ship handled, and the lack of beer that should have been knocked from the cans, I glanced over my shoulder at GH.
“What were you doing back there?”
Goldie fragmented another Starflier and trained the CRAYs on a Startracker. “Fixing things.”
There was no pressure from the strong maneuvers I was putting the ship through. Inside the cockpit everything was smooth and gentle. The gravometrics compensated perfectly, almost intuitively.
“Fixing what?”
“Things. Can you focus on flying please?”
Another Xeno went down in flames. Portions of the craft bounced harmlessly off the shields. I wasn’t attempting to follow the enemy fighters. Instead I brought the nose around to catch a ship exiting an attack run. I watched our shield monitor, allowing us to be hit occasionally. I knew these light fighters could fly circles around us. The key was to hit them hard and fast as they either began their run or finished it. And of course, to avoid the huge chunks of debris floating around.
“It feels smoother. You played with the artificial gravity?”
GH took out two more that were beginning a wide bank. “Among other things.” The tractor sounded once again.
“Tractor beam, failure.” The computer notified everyone softly that the bay was full of loot, and by exemption, was only picking up weaponry at this point.
The last two Xenos came in together. Goldie fired at one, changing target lock to fire at the other before the CRAYs hit the first. Both exploded brilliantly, dropping missiles and guns for Preytor to pick up. With no other available targets within range, I pulled to a stop.
“Look. You gonna tell me what you were doing to my ship?”
Goldie turned to me, clearly annoyed. “You two were drinking it up, havin a ball. So I poked around to see what was frelled up. I knew there had to be problems, every time you took a turn, it shook like it wanted to fall apart.”
I scratched my ear for a moment, thinking. It wasn’t like GH was doing anything wrong. I shrugged and smiled, taking my last closed beer and tossed it to Goldie.
“Does this mean you want to go fix stuff, rather than drink beer?”
Gh cracked the top and took a deep swig. “Aaaah.” He wiped his mouth on his sleeve. “You crazy?”
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