NationStates Jolt Archive

Due to the attrition occuring during bot the Numoniuca campaigns, and in Coredia, a search for the missing Katana Dreadnought Fleet has been mounted, a small taskforce has been deployed to look for clues along the fleets planned route, any assistance from the GA will be accepted.

At the first stop along the known Route of the Katana Fleet there was no evidence of their passing, though it was only 100 odd years ago there were none who remembered the Fleet at all, so, after resupplying they left, moving on to the next stop on their route.

When the fleet leaps out, a distorted shape can briefly be seen shimmering as it's Mirage Colloid re-adjusts itself, before it latches onto the energy wake of the MM FTL drive systems and uses them to 'hitch a ride', so to speak.

Five tries and still no luck, to anyone whgo was following them, they must look insane, but in truth they were following a known path, after this they would have to start spreading out and checking systems near the route, or stopping between systems, they were running out of clues, and so far they had no evidence that the Katanas had ever made it this far.

They reached the last system without a single hint of the Katanas presence, so, as a reward for their forbearance on this seemingly mad quest, the Captain gave them all 2 day passes ground-side, the men under the command of Lieutenant Leary gravitated towards one of the bars nearest to the spaceport, called the Lands End, it was a mid-class joint as such things are judged by Spacers, but it was VERY comfortable, every seat was an old Dreadnought station chair, done up in blue and gold, very comfortable and very expensive to get, there were over 50 of them here... Something was not right about this place...

Leary decided he'd contact the captain tomorrow, for tonight he was going to get drunk off his ass, and maybe laid...

Another group of men and women also heads to the surface of the planet... though, unlike Mini Miehm's crews, they descend to the surface in a Mirage Colloid-equipped shuttle.

Once landed and concealed well, several teams of men and women slip out of the shuttle and into the city, some "aquiring" local clothing through various means so they can move around undetected, and others simply doing their best not to be noticed at all. They keep a lookout for any Mini Miehm crewmen, especially officers.

After nearly an hour of drnking, the LT. was starting to slow down a little, he decided that his best choice right about now was to find a local hortel, or something, a whorehouse would work too, but he referred a motel, he dismissed himself and left the Sissies, as the Marines of the Princess Cecilia called themselves, nd went looking around the area for somewhere he could shack up for the night.

As the Lieutenant staggers through the streets, he spots a sultry figure in an alley.

"Hey, soldier boy... lookin' for a good time?"

As the Lieutenant staggers through the streets, he spots a sultry figure in an alley.

"Hey, soldier boy... lookin' for a good time?"

"That depends on two things, wether you got a bed, and what you look like. Lemme take a look at you, then I'll decide."

He was drunk, but wary, most of the whores around here worked in shops, the ones that worked the street were often of lesser quality, and safety...