NationStates Jolt Archive

--Two months ago--
In a building located atop the tallest mountain in the Five Civilized Nations, chiefs of the Helisa Corporation sat in conference discussing the latest strikes against their transports in the Sol System.

"This is preposterous... For the last six months we have lost fifty-three vessels to raiders. Who has the guts to attack us?"

"Mr. President, I believe that I know who is the perpetrator of these dastardly deeds..."

"Who?"

"The man's name is Londo Bell... a former Commander in the 5CN Navy. He was honorably discharged after the Moritani Conflict. The latest information that I have about him is that he has purchased a state-of-the-art Meteor II Class Blockade Runner. He has taken up an alias as Kip "Anvil" Bell..."

"Why do you think he is the man?"

"His parents and elder brother were former employees of this company. After a disastrous accident at the Krojina Colony, his parents were killed and our companies' holdings at Krojina were destroyed. Immediately afterwards, assassin sent by us killed his elder brother. Londo Bell has been holding a grudge for a long time..."

"Well put a bounty on his head. I want him dead, and I wanted that to occur six months ago..."

"Yes sir."

Moments later a transmission was sent looking for bounty hunters to find Londo Bell.

-Transmission-

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Target Info:
Name: Londo Bell, aka Kip "Anvil" Bell
Age: 24
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Black
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 145 lbs.
Distinguishing Feature: Scar over Left Eye
Bounty: 10 million Nus (about US$ 40 million) dead or alive
Vessel of Choice: The Nightmare

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Class: Meteor II (Downsized Version)
Unit type: Blockade Runner
Manufacturer: Cala Naval Yards
Dimensions: overall length 126 meters; overall width 69.4 meters; overall height 42.4 meters
Propulsion: One Minovsky Fusion Engine and One Nova Fusion Hyperspace Engine
Speed: 750 kilometers per hour, 60 times the speed of light (hyperspace)
Fixed armaments: 2 x 2-barrel mega particle gun; 2 x large missile launcher; 5 x Pulse Cannon
Mobile suits: 1
Price: US$5 billion

BUMP...

*within the office of anaylst team, 27ac662.*

the large screen on one wall is running through test patterns of various kinds.

sara leans out one of the windows into the "pretzel" air shaft(1). she looks "down" the shaft.

mark is playing with a stray l-space gradient that had drifted into the office. the struture he has built around it occupies nearly a third of the office.

john, is thumping his desk to the beat that throbs from his earphone. the music that leaks from them has an agnsty angry tone to it.

mary is painting her nails in a vapid secretary kind of way.

"another run like the last one and we'll red-line," sara thinks to herself. she looks back into the office, "if we haven't aleady. maybe i should put in for some team down time."

john stops thumbing his desk. he sits up in his chair. he prints off the notice that his computer has displayed for him. he takes off his earphones, the music is muted after they clear his head. he picks up the notice and walks over to sara. his head bobs and weaves so that the hair spike at the back of his head won't collide with mark's project. he leans out the window next to sara.

"i figure we've got some down time coming soon. perhaps we can make a profit on it," he says as he hands the notice to sara.

"none of us are space rated on anything," she says.

john turns around and leans backwards out the windows and looks "up" the shaft.

"not much of a problem. i know a guy who has a slightly modified courier ship. for a share and expenses he might be willing. besides knowing him, a bit of time else where maybe right up his alley."

"slightly?" sara asks, raising an eyebrow.

"well, a pair of long barreled 20cm e.r. copper plasma cannon, three 2-cm tribarrels, on a 200 tonne hull. a reactor rated for a 1000 tonner, and masts and rigging for a 1200 tonner."

"i'll think about it," sara responds.

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meanwhile in the space lanes approaching the smoke ring.

"smoke ring control, this is courier ship tiberium, requesting approach pattern for trojan ship yards."

"courier ship tiberium, this s.r. control, please transmit manifest."

"roger that s.r. control, transmitting."

pause

"tiberium, we are showing that your ship does not match standard hull designs."

"s.r. control. i am a standard courier design, with endurance modifcations. modifcation registered with s.r.a.s.c. number 173-388-bav-4ac"

pause

"roger, tiberium. transmitting approach pattern now."

"pattern recieved and confirmed. tiberium out."

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(1) due to some of the vagaries of l-space one of the air shafts in the intelligence servies has been bent to a pretzel shape. in addition the shaft has a bottom at both ends. yet weather and the sun appear and follow the conditions outside. in addition the looking along the central axis of the shaft is always down, regardless of the orientation of the observer. the pretzel air shaft is a continuing monitoring project of the royal cartography teams.

Target: Londo Bell
OOC: Damn. I thought you were going to destroy some bad mexican fast food place.