imported_The TRSN
06-01-2004, 06:02
Avarice Station hung in a nova, it's two mile radius disk spinning slowly, its many ports filled with various merchant vessels from freighters to supertankers and mercenary frigates. It was a freewheeling station, run by whichever crime boss could seize power, set in a major trade spine. Business of all shades of legal was conducted without question or concern. The only law was pay your debts, leave the body clean, and don't piss on the local boss. But this would change.
For years, teams had waited in the shadows. The TRSN called them Ravens, and they were the knife in the back alley to match the shining navy sword. They were chosen for dedication and skill, neurally imprinted with fanatic loyalty and set to do the wetwork. They killed without care or concern, only seeking to better the world in the TRSN's eyes. Callous, dangerous, and stealthy, they were a perfect weapon against organised crime, petty crime, and even the thought of crime.
But they had done nothing for nearly a decade. They had been ordered to stay quiet, to allow the station to continue in its heathen ways, in the name of Freedom. But orders had changed. It was time to teach the denizens to fear. At 1200 hours, the first bomb went off in the power complex, bringing down the station's power.
Investigations pointed to a rival gang. The gang wars began. The Ravens watched... manipulating, urging, never stepping forward. Theirs was the shadow and silence. Soon, they would reap the planed rewards of this sown destruction. Soon, Avarice station would have a new master.
OOC: Anyone can have people aboard this station. No magic or magic type-stuff. No fleets. Keep it simple until it spins out of control towards the end, and the TRSN shows up to "help out". This continues from a short story here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2535089#2535089). Please read it. It's short. If you're lazy, you don't have to, though. And remember, that is a "secret" meeting. You might know of the ambush, but not the aftermath.
For years, teams had waited in the shadows. The TRSN called them Ravens, and they were the knife in the back alley to match the shining navy sword. They were chosen for dedication and skill, neurally imprinted with fanatic loyalty and set to do the wetwork. They killed without care or concern, only seeking to better the world in the TRSN's eyes. Callous, dangerous, and stealthy, they were a perfect weapon against organised crime, petty crime, and even the thought of crime.
But they had done nothing for nearly a decade. They had been ordered to stay quiet, to allow the station to continue in its heathen ways, in the name of Freedom. But orders had changed. It was time to teach the denizens to fear. At 1200 hours, the first bomb went off in the power complex, bringing down the station's power.
Investigations pointed to a rival gang. The gang wars began. The Ravens watched... manipulating, urging, never stepping forward. Theirs was the shadow and silence. Soon, they would reap the planed rewards of this sown destruction. Soon, Avarice station would have a new master.
OOC: Anyone can have people aboard this station. No magic or magic type-stuff. No fleets. Keep it simple until it spins out of control towards the end, and the TRSN shows up to "help out". This continues from a short story here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2535089#2535089). Please read it. It's short. If you're lazy, you don't have to, though. And remember, that is a "secret" meeting. You might know of the ambush, but not the aftermath.