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The sticky end of honor
"Permission denied." said a soothing computer-generated female voice.
Eh? CygnusX tried to open the Serco universe activity matrix again.
"Permission denied." Her voice sparkled a little and broke up at the end.
What the?! CygnusX frantically plowed through the ST6 mainframe's event logs, looking for hints of what could be wrong.
"Insufficient privileges." This time a metallic male voice.
CygnusX leans back in the Warthog's pilot seat, pondering. Could it be a communication problem with the authentication proxy in Initros? And what was up with the voice change?
"Better get back to Serco space, could be a really bad series of ion storms disturbing authentication." CygnusX thought. He flipped the boost switch and whipped out a vegeprotein stick, chewing thoughtfully as he started approaching the Latos wormhole.
Eh? CygnusX tried to open the Serco universe activity matrix again.
"Permission denied." Her voice sparkled a little and broke up at the end.
What the?! CygnusX frantically plowed through the ST6 mainframe's event logs, looking for hints of what could be wrong.
"Insufficient privileges." This time a metallic male voice.
CygnusX leans back in the Warthog's pilot seat, pondering. Could it be a communication problem with the authentication proxy in Initros? And what was up with the voice change?
"Better get back to Serco space, could be a really bad series of ion storms disturbing authentication." CygnusX thought. He flipped the boost switch and whipped out a vegeprotein stick, chewing thoughtfully as he started approaching the Latos wormhole.
As soon as the warp-in pixie dust in cleared, CygnusX gave mental orders to re-opened the activity matrix.
The same male metallic voice rejected him again.
"Shit." CygnusX pushed the guild comm button, and a list of his mates appeared on the holo-display. Everyone, except for.... the commander. Borb, WTF?
CygnusX headed straight for the dock, he had a really bad feeling about this. Borb did things his own way from time to time, but he had never disappeared like this. And these were not ion storm disturbances, something eerie was going on.
As he opened the vismetal cockpit his Warthog MkII, a Serco officer flanked by two heavily armored soldiers walked into the dock, addressing him. The soldiers pointed their blasters at him, and the officer wore a black emblem CygnusX recognized.. Could it be?
The bad feng-shui of the soldiers blasters yanked his mind back and CygnusX reluctantly raised his arms as the officer spoke. "Pilot, are you Krashis Merala, a.k.a. CygnusX?"
"Yes I am, Sir. What do I owe this... reception?"
One of the soldiers grabbed CygnusX's arms and with one swift movement, placed samoflange-alloy cuffs on our friend's hands as the officer spoke again.
"You are under arrest for attempting unauthorized access to Serco military data. You will be taken to Sol II for trials immediately."
CygnusX fought to get his hands free, but the magnetic forces of the samoflange alloy cuffs were beyond any human to even budge. The other soldier pointed his blaster in CygnusX's back, nudging him forward. CygnusX started walking towards the escort Promotheus, but before the dock workers had a chance to confiscate and seal up his Warthog, he mentally contacted the onboard computer, instructing it to send a brief ST6 broadcast: "Warning! Approach Serco stations with extreme care, watch your..." Before he had the chance to finish, one of the soldiers forcefully shoved his blaster in his back, shouting "MOVE IT!", causing CygnusX to stumble and lose connection with his ship.
Before he had a chance to resume ship comm, the dock workers had faraday-sealed the Warthog, and CygnusX was cut off.
CygnusX walked up the cargo ramp into the prisoner transport Promotheus.
The same male metallic voice rejected him again.
"Shit." CygnusX pushed the guild comm button, and a list of his mates appeared on the holo-display. Everyone, except for.... the commander. Borb, WTF?
CygnusX headed straight for the dock, he had a really bad feeling about this. Borb did things his own way from time to time, but he had never disappeared like this. And these were not ion storm disturbances, something eerie was going on.
As he opened the vismetal cockpit his Warthog MkII, a Serco officer flanked by two heavily armored soldiers walked into the dock, addressing him. The soldiers pointed their blasters at him, and the officer wore a black emblem CygnusX recognized.. Could it be?
The bad feng-shui of the soldiers blasters yanked his mind back and CygnusX reluctantly raised his arms as the officer spoke. "Pilot, are you Krashis Merala, a.k.a. CygnusX?"
"Yes I am, Sir. What do I owe this... reception?"
One of the soldiers grabbed CygnusX's arms and with one swift movement, placed samoflange-alloy cuffs on our friend's hands as the officer spoke again.
"You are under arrest for attempting unauthorized access to Serco military data. You will be taken to Sol II for trials immediately."
CygnusX fought to get his hands free, but the magnetic forces of the samoflange alloy cuffs were beyond any human to even budge. The other soldier pointed his blaster in CygnusX's back, nudging him forward. CygnusX started walking towards the escort Promotheus, but before the dock workers had a chance to confiscate and seal up his Warthog, he mentally contacted the onboard computer, instructing it to send a brief ST6 broadcast: "Warning! Approach Serco stations with extreme care, watch your..." Before he had the chance to finish, one of the soldiers forcefully shoved his blaster in his back, shouting "MOVE IT!", causing CygnusX to stumble and lose connection with his ship.
Before he had a chance to resume ship comm, the dock workers had faraday-sealed the Warthog, and CygnusX was cut off.
CygnusX walked up the cargo ramp into the prisoner transport Promotheus.
A Promotheus, huh? That one o' them new-fangled Prometheuses with a holographic ad projector?
'Pro-moth-eus': n. a cross between a prometheus and a behemoth.
I zapped the brief and incomplete message, sending it into an untracable oblivion, then angrily kicked the nearest thing in range. The half empty trashcan flew across the small warehouse, hit the far wall and scattered empty coffee pouches like flack. Several rats decided to find new hiding places.
"It must be time for plan B", I told myself, "Which means I go underground until further notice."
I looked at my reflection in the glass of one of the security lockers. A blue-clad Itani non-comm looked back at me from a dirty little warehouse on a sub-sub-level of a back-water mining station in Metana.
"But what could possibly be any more underground than this?"
"It must be time for plan B", I told myself, "Which means I go underground until further notice."
I looked at my reflection in the glass of one of the security lockers. A blue-clad Itani non-comm looked back at me from a dirty little warehouse on a sub-sub-level of a back-water mining station in Metana.
"But what could possibly be any more underground than this?"
The Serco pilot looked sharply in disbelief at the message that laid infront of him. He carefully placed the letter onto his desked and looked brimmly into the darkness of the room. He sighed as he went to the clothing unit, pulled out a black duffle-bag and silently pulled out a blue Itani military officer uniform.
"I knew this would come in handy some day," Black 2 mumbled to himself as he changed.
A knock on the door suprised him as he was packing his things up. When he opened the door, a familiar face stood infront of him. Two words left his mouth: "Let's go" and they both walked out.
Thinking that his Vulture Guardian would look suspecious in Itani space, Black 2 decided to go to the dockyard and look around. Dressed in his uniform, he spotted a Revenant with a pilot dressed in civilian clothing, perfect. Apparently he saw the TPG Logo on the side of the ship, he knew that he could not pass up this oppertunity. He walked up to the pilot and greeted him.
"Nice ship," he told the pilot.
"Thanks, I just got a new paint job," The pilot answered.
"Ah, I see. What system are you planning to go to after you have refitted?"
"Well, when I leave Dau, I plan to go back to back to Itani space with a few Xithricite minerals and ship some of these Nanites to Divinia."
"Great, my friend and I were on our way to Itani space to deliver an important communique to our commander, but we got stranded in the process, mind if we tag along?"
"Hmm, its against regulations but sure, you can tag-along. Ill drop you off in Jallik."
"Thanks."
As they finished packing up, they entered the Revenant and went over routine undocking procedures. As they left the station, they sped to the wormhole that led to Nyrius.
"Nice time for flying eh?" Black 2 asked
"Yeah, its times like this I..."
Black 2 signaled to his companion and pulled out their side arm and brutally sent the pilot out of commission.
After the removal of the body, Black 2 hopped on to the pilot seat. He turned over to his companion and said, "Ive got to get some stuff from HQ before we make our trek to Itani space," and sped off towards to wormhole.
"I knew this would come in handy some day," Black 2 mumbled to himself as he changed.
A knock on the door suprised him as he was packing his things up. When he opened the door, a familiar face stood infront of him. Two words left his mouth: "Let's go" and they both walked out.
Thinking that his Vulture Guardian would look suspecious in Itani space, Black 2 decided to go to the dockyard and look around. Dressed in his uniform, he spotted a Revenant with a pilot dressed in civilian clothing, perfect. Apparently he saw the TPG Logo on the side of the ship, he knew that he could not pass up this oppertunity. He walked up to the pilot and greeted him.
"Nice ship," he told the pilot.
"Thanks, I just got a new paint job," The pilot answered.
"Ah, I see. What system are you planning to go to after you have refitted?"
"Well, when I leave Dau, I plan to go back to back to Itani space with a few Xithricite minerals and ship some of these Nanites to Divinia."
"Great, my friend and I were on our way to Itani space to deliver an important communique to our commander, but we got stranded in the process, mind if we tag along?"
"Hmm, its against regulations but sure, you can tag-along. Ill drop you off in Jallik."
"Thanks."
As they finished packing up, they entered the Revenant and went over routine undocking procedures. As they left the station, they sped to the wormhole that led to Nyrius.
"Nice time for flying eh?" Black 2 asked
"Yeah, its times like this I..."
Black 2 signaled to his companion and pulled out their side arm and brutally sent the pilot out of commission.
After the removal of the body, Black 2 hopped on to the pilot seat. He turned over to his companion and said, "Ive got to get some stuff from HQ before we make our trek to Itani space," and sped off towards to wormhole.
Meanwhile on Serco Prime Liddy was out fly fishing. Communication implants off he remained completely unaware anything was going on until while walking back to his ship he decided to check his messages. He Immediatley received an emergency message from Cygnus: "Warning! Approach Serco stations with extreme care, watch your...".
Wasting no time he climbed into his antique Warthog Territorial Defender and yanked the throttle wide open. Within seconds his WTD was leaving the planets orbit. He raced out of Serco space, whether or not the Serco were pursuing him he had no clue. It wouldn't matter either way, nothing short of a rail gun could catch this ship anyway. Especially after he went to the effort of shoehorning another power cell into the ship allowing him to run the engines full burn for as long as he wanted.
Entering Ukari he went straight to his lockup at Ukari outpost. He grabbed a couple duffel bags and headed to his apartment in Sedina D-14. He paid for the place in gold (the only untraceable currency left these days) and left the name of "jeff" on the station registry, only a half lie he figured.
Before arriving in Sedina he donned a set of work clothes commonly worn by flight mechanics and maintenance personell so he could move about less noticed. This would quickly prove to be a wise decision. As soon as he landed and quietly climbed down from his ship he noticed a few people who appeared out of place; several Serco men dressed in plain clothes. Normally he'd ignore this sort of thing except that they seemed a little too alert to just be passers by. He pretended to check the paint over on his ship while actually watching the men in the canopy's reflection. The men continued to look back and fourth, somewhat inconspicuously watching to see who's coming and going. Finally after what seemed like an eternity the deck manager noticed them and shooed them away pointing to a "no loitering" sign on the wall. Liddy retrieved two large plain brown duffel bags from his ship and carefully made his way to his apartment without incident.
Upon entering his apartment he quietly closed the door and set down the duffel bags. Opening one bag he picked up a 12 gauge shotgun. He liked this gun, the last of 100 Remington 870's he made for Borb and the rest of ST6 after studying the original earth made 870 Borb had somehow come across. Quietly he went from room to room making sure nobody else was around. After checking the place twice he was able to relax a little. He MacGyver'd up the door alarm from hell - a dozen 000 buck shells in short pieces of pipe mounted on stands all wired together so as to perforate the entire doorway area should the door be opened from the outside. Feeling a bit safer he checked his fridge, 'beer and mustard, I'll have to make a call to room service soon' he said to himself as he grabbed a Red&Blue and settled down in front of his giant picture window and watched the traffic go by. Fifteen minutes later he was asleep shotgun in hand.
Wasting no time he climbed into his antique Warthog Territorial Defender and yanked the throttle wide open. Within seconds his WTD was leaving the planets orbit. He raced out of Serco space, whether or not the Serco were pursuing him he had no clue. It wouldn't matter either way, nothing short of a rail gun could catch this ship anyway. Especially after he went to the effort of shoehorning another power cell into the ship allowing him to run the engines full burn for as long as he wanted.
Entering Ukari he went straight to his lockup at Ukari outpost. He grabbed a couple duffel bags and headed to his apartment in Sedina D-14. He paid for the place in gold (the only untraceable currency left these days) and left the name of "jeff" on the station registry, only a half lie he figured.
Before arriving in Sedina he donned a set of work clothes commonly worn by flight mechanics and maintenance personell so he could move about less noticed. This would quickly prove to be a wise decision. As soon as he landed and quietly climbed down from his ship he noticed a few people who appeared out of place; several Serco men dressed in plain clothes. Normally he'd ignore this sort of thing except that they seemed a little too alert to just be passers by. He pretended to check the paint over on his ship while actually watching the men in the canopy's reflection. The men continued to look back and fourth, somewhat inconspicuously watching to see who's coming and going. Finally after what seemed like an eternity the deck manager noticed them and shooed them away pointing to a "no loitering" sign on the wall. Liddy retrieved two large plain brown duffel bags from his ship and carefully made his way to his apartment without incident.
Upon entering his apartment he quietly closed the door and set down the duffel bags. Opening one bag he picked up a 12 gauge shotgun. He liked this gun, the last of 100 Remington 870's he made for Borb and the rest of ST6 after studying the original earth made 870 Borb had somehow come across. Quietly he went from room to room making sure nobody else was around. After checking the place twice he was able to relax a little. He MacGyver'd up the door alarm from hell - a dozen 000 buck shells in short pieces of pipe mounted on stands all wired together so as to perforate the entire doorway area should the door be opened from the outside. Feeling a bit safer he checked his fridge, 'beer and mustard, I'll have to make a call to room service soon' he said to himself as he grabbed a Red&Blue and settled down in front of his giant picture window and watched the traffic go by. Fifteen minutes later he was asleep shotgun in hand.