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.:Stellar Nexus 1172:.
The TRSNS Alfonz, a Caravan Class Heavy Transport, drifted through the emptyness that was SN-1172. The ship was blocky, a large cargo pod with a bridge on top, and a blocky wing to each side, with a Fusial Engine pod on each side for sub-light thrust. In the slightly raised bridge in the topside-aft superstructure, Captain Kreig rubbed his head, trying to massage his migrane away. He watched through the viewcreen blankly as it transmitted camera images of the fore crane damage. "Any clue what we struck?" A chunk of the fore of the ship was blasted away, and electricity still arced randomly.

The voice of Lt. Grimes responded. "Negative, sir, but whatever it was, it had a massive EM feedback. It had to be what knocked us out of the Jump. But I don't know what could have obstructed the Jump Line..." there was a crash in the background. "Damnit!" There was more noise, and then Grimes adressed Kreig again. "Whatever ir was, we're still getting that damn feedback. Another generator just flipped on us, and we gotta reset the whole port engine."

"Keep up the work, Grimes." Krieg sighed, turned to face the comms tech. "Any luck?"

"No sir. We might be sending, but I doubt it. And we sure as hell ain't receiving anything."

"Damnit." Krieg wished for an advil.

"Sir!" The Ensign at the sensor bank stated. "We've got someone incoming."

"Finally."

Space warped outside the Alfonz. "Sir, that's not a TRSN drive sig-"

The incoming ship opened fire.

A disturbed crewman burst into the admiral's office:

"Sir, a neutral ship has received fire, reportedly on the starbord side!"

"Send in 5 miniattack subs and wait for further information."

"Yes sir.. And if we recieve fire?"

"Blow up whatever shoots at us."

A messege was sent to the vessel in destress that Largent means no harm to TRSN.

OOC: I appreciate your help, but this is a closed story to set the backdrop for an RP. You can join in then. (It will be another thread.) Sorry about the confusion.

Three ships, small and fast, came from the strange FTL source. They banked in on the freighter, their weapons flashing. Two were gunboat sized, while the larger center craft was equivalent to a corvette. Their shots, all energy fire, struck the already wounded transport. With their shields out from the collision, the shots touched the hull, and catastrophe resulted.

Kreig was thrown from his chair as the drive units of the Alfonz ruptured under the plasma barrage. The ship split in the rear, a chunk of superstructure blasting away, and the port wing snapping clean before AM fire consumed it, the drive exploding. The transport whirled away, the other engine sending it into a spin before it two shut down. It's sputtering failure brought down the ships primary power, and the two gunships blasted past the flickering viewports, their drive tails dim compared to the firey ruin they wreaked on the deck below.

Kreig tried to catch his chair and pull himslef back up, but the gravity failed and he floated up, away from the deck. There was another explosion, and a piece of hull ripped away. He barely registered this when the cabin decompressed, and he whirled away, into the void, his fluids boiling and his body exploding with the drop.

The frigate moved close, and several pods detatched, flying for the battered Alfonz. The first reached the hull, and with a spray of plasma lance, docked with the freighter. Vacuum armored figures spilled into the ship, their magnetic boots helping them move amid the floating corpses. One of them looked up at the security camera, reached for it. The screen caught one last glance at his armor, then went black.

Peregrine Base, TRSN Sector Command Station
Orbitting Korvath Nine
Agent Crimond turned off the projector with that last image of the armored man. "That was six days ago, as you are aware. I'm here to tell you that we've traced the symbol you all saw on that man's armor." He paused, making the flag officers stew. He drew some perverse pleasure in forcing Admirals and Generals to wait on him, a lowly Intelligence Captain. Letting the moment hang just long enough, he continued, "The good news is, it's not another government attacking us. The bad news is, some pirate group just got their hands on enough plasma bottling gear to start a small war."

Admiral Hayes nodded. "Obviously, that can't happen. But how did they get this data, and who are they?"

Crimond smirked, "They got it from some lonely Midshipman on shore leave in a merchant port and a cheap whore. Admiral, you have his name. I'll leave that to you. However, since there was not enough time for her to relay off the station, there can only be one solution... those raiders came from the same port as the Alfonz."

"I thought that Avarice was friendly, Agent." General Marks stated.

"So did we, and we've allowed them to remain neutral." Crimond turned on the display, saw the glimmering disk on the screen. Ten years, and I still know that place. He had been part of the first TRSN expedition into this reality, before they had pulled back. Damn your short-sighted nature, Janus. His raven team was still aboard, but they had lain low to give the populace the freedom they desired. The freedom to commit crimes? To murder? To steal? This freedom is about to be removed, boys and girls.

As he expected, Hayes declared. "It's time to end that, then. They've broken the rules, and they must be punished. Agent?"

"Yes, sir?"

"You had the contingency plans, correct?"

"Of course."

"Is Delta an option?"

"Yes, sir." Crimond smiled wolfishly, already readying.

"Do it. I want this to leave us clean."

The operation began.

The operation begins here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2535081#2535081). The link goes to an open RP to which anyone may join.