NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is just a trail run for my nation as a space nation. One somewhat based upon Steam Trek (www.steam-trek.com).

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IC:

As the the somewhat small pirate escort vessal came round for another attack run, I cursed that scumbag Kapoor for selling us out. Though I curse myself even more for taking on this stupid supply run for the Ruskkie Imperial Navy. Still, at least my death will be quick and painless.

Gervase, the freighter's Chief Engineer, can be heard shouting and swearing as the engine room explodes around him as he tries to coax more steam out of the blasted Ætherdrive so we can clear this wreckage field we strumbled across. I can tell pretty much that a couple more shots from the pirate vessal will mean the end for us.

However the side of the pirates vessal explodes as a torpedo hits home, signalling the arrival of an Navy vessal. Still, in the shape of rescues, I could have hoped for better.

*tag*

CHIMERA, Ruskkie Colony, one month earlier.

The traven right next to the space port is packed with crewmen from lots of different ships currently in orbit. A few Rogue Traders or perhaps even pirates sit in a darken corner just behind the bar. A group of Imperial Navy crewmen are getting drunk as hell before heading back to their ships for another long patrol of the distant reaches of the solar system.

Then theres me and Geravse...well Gervase's kinda out cold with a half bottle of Sodka on the table in front of him.

A couple of Navy provosts walk in and the whole damn bar goes quiet, in an almost bowel watering way, as everyone turns round to face the new comers, whilst a few get ready to go for their weapons. The provosts just shrug and walk over to my table, everyone then goes back to their drinks and the noise level returns to what it was. Well the drunken Navy group in the far corner quickly sober up and head out the door.

One of the provosts asks me bluntly. "You Captain Stevens?"

"Yeah I might be...what do ya want?"

"The Imperial Navy wishes for you to do a job for them."

"What kind of job?" I ask wisely, knowing what the Imperial Navy is like sometimes.

"A simple supply run, the details are here." Replies one of the provosts, whilst giving me a piece of paper. Which I take and pocket quickly.

"Riiight...I'll think about it."

"Good, you do that." Replies the other. "Thank you for your time."

I stand up and kicked Gervase's chair over whilst saying. "Oi ya fricking lazy git, we've got a job."

As we leave I spot Kapoor over in the far corner watching me, so is one of his henchmen. He knows something's up.

Hes bound to find out what.

BUMP

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