HANGAR 10, POPOV HUB, CAERUS SYSTEM
“Nice ride.” commented the ship technician, wiping her hands on her overalls as Furieux returned to the hangar. She had just finished repairing some light scratches on the hull of a scarlet red Saud Kruger Orca that the commander had commissoned. “It isn’t often you see these vessels in for repairs here. A pity really, she is truly spectacular to look at.”
Furieux stopped at her side and smiled. The two of them looked up at the curvaceous and glossy hull for a moment. “Yeah, she is a beauty. Took me forever to gather enough credits to buy her. She has that ‘something’ that no other ship has. A sense of pure style. I named her the ‘Delicate Heart’.”
The technician burst out laughing. Furieux returned his gaze to the woman questioningly, puzzled by her outburst at the mention of the ship’s name.
“Sorry!” she giggled, “It’s just I never really expected someone like you to come up with a name like that, what with your…um…reputation and all, wouldn’t ‘Buxom Belle’ or something be more apt?”
He gave her a wide grin. “Reputation? All lies, I assure you, whatever you heard... Read More
Intelligence Room – Freedom Party HQ – Popov Hub – Caerus System
Geryk Lepinski was alone, hunched over a terminal in the intelligence room when Furieux arrived. His slender fingers danced over the interface with practiced ease and accuracy. The old fashioned keyboard was of the mechanical type and Furieux puzzled over why such a highly trained data adept would use such a relic over the more modern and commonplace holographic input devices. Everything in the room was white, from the technology to the furniture to Lepinski’s attire, a loose fitting kimono style garment that gave him an almost feminine appearance. His bald head tilted from side to side as he worked. Furieux felt a little like he was interfering with the harmony or ‘feng shui’ of his surroundings being clad entirely in black. He cleared his throat loudly to announce his presence as Geryk seemed oblivious to everything bar what was on the screen.
“Furieux. Yeah, yeah. Take a seat. Be right there. Furieux, what kind of name is that anyway?” he said quickly, remaining focused on the computer.
“Just a name, Lepinski. I believe it has Gallic roots... Read More
Popov Hub Hanger
July 8, 3301
20:48 hrs, UST
The pad lift slid back bringing the ship safely into the dock. Though safely might have been a bit of an over statement as the ship was smoking heavily. The smell of burning electrical systems billowing out from rents in the ship’s hull. The port side pylon was crushed, the C3 Beam Laser that was supposed to have been housed there, was nothing more than the remnants of the gimbal it once sat upon. The main body showed signs of a severe impact with evidence of laser fire along the trailing edges of the ship. The whine of the engine as it spun down sounded more like a dull rattling hiss, than the sophisticated hum of a Gutamaya power plant . The once proud Imperial Courier had been reduced to a barely functioning piece of space garbage.
The Popov Hub klaxons rang as crews rushed out with extinguishing equipment, the brave men and women dodging sparks and toxic fumes to try and get the damaged ship under control. Captain Divis, the hanger’s damage control officer, came running around the rear of the ship to help the Commander inside. He was met with a hatch well toasted by enemy fire... Read More
“Fuel scooping complete.” declared the Lady Muck as Commander Deuil Furieux swallowed the last remaining liquid from a bottle of Geueze before wiping his mouth with the back of a gloved hand.
The ship was currently suspended in the orbit of Sugrivik, a large class G star from where it was collecting base hydrogen fuel. The journey from Gliese 900.1 to Zeta Tucanae wasn’t a long one, but the combination of the new Imperial Clipper possessing such a small tank along with an overall thirst for gas, it had become necessary to make a stop in the system and replenish the reserves. Gazing out of the viewport, Furieux observed the large, swirling yellow ball of plasma for a few self-reflective moments. Even now, after all the myriad stars he had witnessed up close since he had first taken leave of his home planet, they still fascinated him. Every one was unique. Some were bursting with light and furious energy, casting their brilliance over a clique of circling planets. Others were quiet and lonely souls, quietly churning in silent solitude against the velvety blackness of space. Sugrivik was most certainly the former... Read More
The INV Hengist Duval lurched into orbit above Gliese A3, a small, barren rock with an even smaller moon. The planet was home to a lucrative mining operation run by the Gliese 900.1 Liberals, the system’s current stewards. Minerals such as bauxite and lepidolite were transported from the surface regularly to Ford Dock, a tiny outpost with limited personnel.
The massive Majestic Class Interdictor boomed and groaned as it exited warpspace, leaving trails of dark matter in its wake that gradually dispersed as it slowed to a halt.
“Destination reached, sir.” announced the Chief Navigation Officer. “All systems online. Detecting a large number of heat signatures nearby, friendly and otherwise.”
Axius Lucretius of Emperor’s Grace allowed himself a small smile. “Looks like we are late to the party.” He marched over to the large viewport and surveyed the local space before him. Against the orange glow of the planet, squadrons of Imperial fighters and System Defense vessels were exchanging laser fire, weaving around each other in an effort to outperform each other... Read More