Sat Dec 31, 2005 6:33 pm by Sybot
Chapter 2. This and Chapter 3 were originally together, but it turned out far too large, so I’ve split it into two parts.
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Child of the Hispania, by Sybot
Chapter Two: Freeport 9 Besieged, Part One: The Ultimatum
Drifting in and out of consciousness and in and out of dreams, Paulo imagined he was safe at home, tucked up in bed and that the past day had just been a nightmare. Suddenly the sun dimmed and the room went into murky darkness. Paulo blinked and looked around. He realised he was awake again, in the metal cell that the Bounty Hunters had thrown him in. It was almost pitch black, the only light coming from the gently glowing electrified bars on the cell door. He didn’t know where he was he was, but he could guess he was on either Freeport 9 or Freeport 5, since they were the only places Bounty Hunters could land within light years of Omicron Gamma. However, if he‘d been unconscious longer than he thought, he could be many systems away from Corsair space now. Either way, the chance of rescue was minimal. Suddenly the lights came on.
“Get up, Corsair scum,” growled a male voice with a harsh Libertonian accent. Paulo looked over at the bars again. The Bounty Hunter who captured him was now standing there, wearing the same evil grin as before. When Paulo made no attempt to move, the Bounty Hunter continued, “I said, GET UP!”
“YAAAAAAH!” Paulo screamed louder than he had ever done before as waves of electricity flowed through his body. Every moment was pure agony and it seemed to go on forever. Eventually, the pain subsided and Paulo managed to drag himself up the wall and onto his feet.
“That’s better,” said the Bounty Hunter, clearly enjoying it, “whenever you disobey me, you get a jolt. Understand?” Paulo nodded. “Good, now what is your name?”
“First, what is yours?” Paulo managed to say through gritted teeth, knowing what was coming. He collapsed as once again electricity crackled across his skin.
“You can call me The Boss, and I will call you Dumbass, since you were stupid enough to try to resist,” replied The Boss after releasing the trigger on a control in his right hand.
“My name is…” Paulo started to growl in reply, but he was cut off by another jolt of electricity.
“Your name is Dumbass! Remember that!” The Boss shouted angrily. However, he couldn’t keep a straight face and quickly started laughing at his own wit. “I’ll be back to talk to you some more later, Dumbass,” he said between laughs. The Boss put the control down on a table out of reach of the cell and left, turning off the lights behind him. Paulo sat on the bench at the back of the cell and struggled to not begin weeping at the hopelessness of the situation. When he brought his hands up to wipe his face, he realised he was being bound by stun cuffs, illegal in the Houses but widely used for imprisonment and torture across the Border Worlds. They caused enormous pain that felt like an electric shock, but unlike a shock they could not be fatal.
“I need to stop and think,” Paulo muttered to himself, while trying to remember the lessons he had on what to do if captured. The only thing he could remember was the first rule: Death before Betrayal. In other words, kill yourself before you reveal any sensitive information to an interrogator. At that point he did break down and start crying, knowing there was no way survive this.
After a while, the tears reduced to sniffles, and a voice entered the cell. “Hey, Corsair, if you’ve finished, maybe we can talk”
“Who is that?” Paulo sniffed.
“Menito Tieren, Outcast pilot,” came the reply.
“An Outcast!” Paulo exclaimed, suddenly filled with rage at the mention of the rival Hispanic faction.
“Hey, calm down,” said Menito in a calm voice, “I’ve given up following the rivalries I’ve had with all the prisoners that have been through this station”
“What station are we on?” asked Paulo, calming down slightly, but remaining cautious.
“Freeport 9, but hey, that’s just one jump from systems under both our groups control, so its okay, right,” said Menito, oddly cheerfully.
“I guess so…” started Paulo.
“Wrong!” announced Menito, his voice suddenly got a lot darker, “they’ll have you processed and shipped off to somewhere safer, for them, before your comrades even know you’re here”
“How comes you’re still here then?” Paulo asked, trying to avoid getting angry with the man.
“They want to test the effectiveness of Cardamine withdrawal. They keep me off for longer each time before giving me just enough to let me recover, until I’m dead,” the Outcast answered, “Cardamine’s expensive in most places, but hey, out here its relatively cheap, so this is where they keep me.” Paulo noticed that Menito’s voice did sound a bit rough, and he probably looked worse. A coughing for a bit, the Outcast continued, “What’s your name, Corsair?”
“Paulo Collazo, I was doing the Corsair Rite of Passage when the Bounty Hunters got me,” the young Corsair summarized. He felt worry building up as he realized that he parents and everybody else probably thought he was dead. He said as much to Menito, who took the time to comfort him. They talked for the next few hours, sharing the common hatred of the Bounty Hunters and their shared ancestry.
Paulo had finally managed to get some sleep when the lights in the cell suddenly burst on, shattering his dreams. The Boss entered, looking slightly nervous. He picked up the control for the stun cuffs and pointed them at Paulo. “You’re coming with me!” The Boss shouted. The bars of the cell door dimmed and there was a click as it unlocked.
“Yes, Boss,” replied Paulo. The Boss seemed to be distracted by something else, as he didn’t notice the heavy sarcasm Paulo used.
“Come on, Dumbass,” ordered The Boss, pulling Paulo out of his cell and into a gloomy metal corridor. Looking over his shoulder Paulo finally caught a glimpse of Menito. The Outcast looked like hell. His hair was thin and straggly, his skin peeling and his complexion almost white. Paulo actually felt sorry for him, crossing the boundaries of their faction rivalry.
“What’s the rush Boss?” Paulo asked while they continued down the prison corridor, each wall lined with cells filled with allsorts, from petty criminals in little more than rags, to Outcasts and Corsairs, who managed to remain dignified despite their living conditions.
“None of your concern, that’s what!” The Boss punctuated his point with a short jolt from the stun cuffs. He must have been in a hurry though, as he quickly pulled Paulo back onto his feet. They reached the end of the corridor and entered a bustling boulevard filled with all walks of life including Zoners, Bounty Hunters, and representatives of the various House Corporations. It was obvious now that Menito was right and he was on a Freeport. They approached a blonde female Bounty Hunter, already holding two stun cuff controls, with two cuffed Corsairs that Paulo didn’t recognise sat behind her.
“Ohhh, a handsome one, you do spoil me!” she declared when The Boss handed her Paulo’s cuff control, “now I have enough to fill my hold, why are we doing this?”
“Corsair numbers in the system have doubled in the past few hours,” growled The Boss. All three Corsairs perked up at this information, and The Boss, “we think they are planning a prisoner breakout, so we’re pre-empting them”
“Fine, fine, I’ll just be glad to be out of the system when it all hits the fan,” replied the female Bounty Hunter.
“Good luck out there, Jan,” said The Boss, resting his hands on the woman’s shoulders. He then made one last glare Paulo. “See you later, Dumbass” The Boss walked away.
“Alrighty then,” chirped Jan, “I have a few rules; no talking amongst yourselves, speak only when spoken to, and always walk in front of me. I’ve wired the controls together, so that if any of you break a rule, all of you will be punished. Understand?” They nodded. “Good. Lets go!” They started out towards the hangers when suddenly a shudder ran through the station. Alarms started blaring and the emergency lights came on, shading most of the boulevard red. “What the hell was that!” exclaimed Jan, echoing the sentiments of most passers-by. Paulo knew what it was. The Corsair breakout that The Boss had talked about was underway!
“Go!” he yelled, spinning round and smashing into Jan, sending her sprawling across the floor and the joint control flying across the thoroughfare. The other Corsairs leapt into the crowd.
“Not so fast!” yelled Jan, pulling another control from a pocket. Paulo screamed as the pain from the cuffs flowed through him, causing him to double up on the floor. Through the blur of agony he could hear his fellow escapees suffering the same fate. Just when it seemed he couldn’t take anymore, it stopped abruptly. Paulo could make out a deep booming voice resonating through the entire station.
“…of Freeport Nine, this is Elder Maden of the Corsairs. The Council of Elders has decided that we can no longer tolerate a presence harbouring Bounty Hunters and Outcast so close to our homeworld. As off this day Freeport Nine is under our control. All Zoners, Freelancers, and members of any other faction neutral to us are free to go within the next twelve hours. Anyone left on the station after that will be treated as a hostile combatant. Any Bounty Hunter or other enemy ship attempting to leave the station will be destroyed. I repeat, to the inhabitants of Freeport Nine, this is Elder…”
A stunned silence filled the large corridor. Suddenly somebody shouted, “they’re right outside the windows!” Chaos suddenly descended in a wave as people started screaming and running to collect their belongings or simply to get to their ships in time. In the crush, Paulo lost sight of the other two Corsairs. He managed to get up and squeeze his way to a window, where he could see at least twenty Titans, even more Centurions and Legionnaires, and a few ships he didn’t recognise. And this was just one side of the station.
When he turned to run Jan was standing there, a scene of calm in the confusion. In one hand she had the control, in the other an old-fashioned projectile pistol. “Can’t have you escaping now, can we?” she said with a smile. Paulo was frozen with fear. It was the first time he’d stared down the barrel of a gun. “It’s a pity I have to kill you, I really do think you’re more handsome than those other two,” Jan said in a sad tone, before pulling down the safety and pointing the barrel at Paulo’s head.
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The third cliffhanger in as many chapters! Paulo must be getting tired of this by now. The second part of Freeport Nine Besieged is currently being worked on, expect it soon!