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| Kapitein Piet (Ethical) Space Pirate 10/26/2009 1:58:11 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station FREYA [I've been pretty slow at making posts these last few weeks. I appreciate your patience!] "Let me respectfully interject that I'm no longer pursuing privateering ventures - my ship and crew is lost and I'm humbly in the service of space cruiser Freya," Kapitein Piet hurriedly added. His name and face is, after all, on the semi-official "wanted" list of dangerous persons distributed by the Enforcers. Given the additional note indicating he has aided anti-piracy missions in the past, he hoped this would go smoothly. Major Crolanthas sized him up head to toe, and studied the chart about Freya that Jara had handed him. Freya had previously distilled a type of CV or resume outlining her features and capabilities in an informative, but not embarrassingly detailed, document. Harrumph, Crolanthas harrumphed. Jara swallowed. Kapitein's neutral scowl edged into a disapproving scowl. "Alright, I'll need to pass this through sector command, but you can consider yourselves hired on these terms: One: One-mission trial period. If you screw up, you forfeit your possessions to repay the damage. Jara is exempt. Two: You'll be under direct orders of section command. That means me. Three: Any crew we assign to your unit is subject to immediate withdrawal without prior warning. Four: That also goes for the equipment. Five: Breach of contract will be considered a hostile action with all due consequences. Six: Your unit will be granted access to militia repair facilities and you'll be paid two hundred tape per month to cover food and personal ammunition. Heavy weaponry will be issued to you as needed. Additional compensation for combat or other hazards will be issued in proportion to your efforts, as outlined here." He pushed a sheaf of papers into Jara's arms. "I don't have time to screw around with contracts or legal shenanigans, so take this back to your ship and figure it out. I'll see you here tomorrow at 0600 hours if you accept." Crolanthas turned to face Piet. "And as for you, I'm going to get a transponder tag and lock it to your ankle. It'll tell us everything you say and do, so no funny stuff. Dismissed!" As Kapitein Piet and Jara turned to leave, he thought of something and added, "Jara, just a minute. Piet, you can go." He waited for the ex-pirate to leave the room before continuing. "Be straight with me - are you sure he can be trusted? And that ship, too?" |
| Jara Green freelance fighter pilot 10/26/2009 12:23:36 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station FREYA Jara chuckled, and smiled a little behind her hair, The major always showed his ugly face first, and didn't give you a glimpse of anything else until after he had warmed up to you. She appreciated the concern in his voice, he liked her as a fighter pilot, and was actually a big part of the reason she got to own Belladonna. Despite his youthful appearance he'd seen and experienced many sorts of situations, after all he was over 5 times her age already. "They're both a bit.... colorful, and unusual, especially together. Mr. Piet is an old badger of a man with a dramatic flare, but he's very genuine, and from what I've seen deception isn't really his strong point. Freya has spent most of her time alone, and as odd as it is to say about an AI..... She's kinda naive... She doesn't think in circles, or try to assert superiority, or back-stab. It's kinda refreshing actually." |
| QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 10/27/2009 7:03:23 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181 | RE: Space Station FREYA While Froderick was working with the shields and the other humans were away, Freya started repurposing her factories for missile production. Typically, missiles were only used to target fighters or to finish off ships with damaged missile-defense systems. Freya had an ace up her sleeve, a way to evade or overwhelm ordinary defensive measures. Production lines were never Freya's thing, as she'd built things more like an artisan than an assembly line. Now, however, she planned parallel assembly lines occupying large tracts of space in her newly expanded hull. It meant that ordinary manufacturing tasks would take much longer, but she envisioned a heterogeneous swarm of attack robots. All she lacked was the pyrotechnics to make them dangerous to large targets. The rest of the empty space was to be converted into buffer-zones and hangar space. The old ripper-bots were already partly converted into regular technician drones, their short-range autonomy replaced by a wider array of tools and sensors. Freya made space for about five Belladonnas. The repair-bays would have huge robotic arms for holding damaged ships in place. She went on the local datanet looking to purchase reserves of air for all the new human-habitable areas and food for an extended crew. Not surprisingly, these were the asteroid community's most expensive commodities. Hopefully, Jara and Piet's talk with the militia would yield some way of getting these necessities. The crew at the docks continued to watch Freya's patchwork hull with a wary curiosity. Sounds and energy signatures inside were off the scale, but the only non-Graysonian that disembarked was a grizzled older man. What sort of captain kept his crew on board after docking? What sort of crew would man a ship with so many repairs that the original shape was so completely unrecognizeable? Something was definitely off here. On the Datanet, discussion threads began springing up surrounding this phenomenon. Freya lurked online, as curious as her observers to hear what people knew, thought, and thought they knew about their strange visitor. |
| Kapitein Piet (Ethical) Space Pirate 10/29/2009 9:33:21 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station FREYA Piet grumbled as he re-entered the vessel. "Lousy achterhaalde back-water militia kwakkel, mumble mumble, kan wel de klere krijgen, mumble mumble, *verrekt*!" He kicked a random panel. It seemed to calm him down. "Hey, Froderick, I'll need to borrow a lasersaw and I'll need a hand with your cybernetics gear tomorrow. I'll explain later." When Jara came back, Piet explained the situation to Freya and Froderick, and checked with everyone that his intentions to spoof the tracker were alright with them. Jara seemed of the opinion that the officer was putting on a tough-guy face and was "following protocol," but didn't expect Piet to abide by that sort of nonsense. A very respectable position, in Kapitein Piet's mind. Maybe he didn't mind the militia so much, after all. "You can't blame anyone for covering their own butt, right?" |
| QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 11/3/2009 6:10:25 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181 | RE: Space Station FREYA Freya told Piet that he needn't worry about the tracker while he was on board. Her metal hull was a perfect Faraday cage, and none of his talk about removing the device made it even halfway off-ship. More annoying was the impersonal and thankless response from the militia itself. The sheaf of paper that Jara handed to Truckbot for processing soon showed to contain no promises and barely sufficient support for their needs. The only hopeful note was a couple of "as-needed" clauses. "This is what we have to work with, so let's justify a list of our requirements. If they refuse to go along with our demands, we'll accept what they offer and use that to strong-arm the rest out of them. I refuse to have terms dictated to me." By the time morning rolled around, the list of demands was complete. Raw explosive stock, beam cannons, small arms, food and air, everything needed to refit Freya and make her battle-ready. |
| Jara Green freelance fighter pilot 11/7/2009 9:45:00 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station FREYA Jara took the list and was already waiting for Major Crolanthas at 0600. Despite the good relationship between them she needed to prove that this was a serious matter to both her and FREYA. She saluted and presented the paperwork first. "Sir. FREYA and crew have decided to take you up on the offered deal. We have some materials we need to requisition to get Her up to best combat form, the initial needs are the worst of it, because She's been in open space without a supplier for so long, any maintenance after this load will be far less strenuous." Then she handed him the pad with the required materials. She'd darted around the fact that all of the weapons were new, and used a plausible but also true excuse as to why. Along with softening the blow of the load by promising that demands like this wouldn't be constant, she felt she'd done pretty fair, though it was odd trying to be a diplomat between two friends. |
| QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 11/11/2009 4:47:34 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181 | RE: Space Station FREYA [we can all use these NPC's as we see fit, they don't really belong to anybody except insofar as we need them to stay consistent] Major Crolanthas took out a document from a file and spoke to Jara without glancing at it, looking her in the eyes. "I've had some geeks track down what's known about Freya. There are some inconsistencies that need to be explained. On one hand, we've found what amounts to advertising for manufacturing services, requests for raw and processed materials, and on the other we've got this offer for mercenary work. And this list of demands for arming a mid-sized warship." Now he looked at the piece of paper in front of him and said, "We simply don't have the guns to give you. You know we're low on resources in this militia. However, we can requisition enough civilian explosives so we can send you on a raid. If you can capture what you need for a real battle, we'll hire you as regulars. Info on raid targets will be provided after our scouts return. Dismissed." |
| Jara Green freelance fighter pilot 11/13/2009 1:06:19 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station FREYA (yeah, but... I have to have the 'feel' of something to try to play it I think too much into a lot of things, and honestly, your answer was better.) Jara saluted, about faced, and exited the office with mixed feelings, the answer was both better and worse than she'd expected. She returned to Freya with the news. (excerpt) "...The missiles built with the civilian grade explosives won't have the same power, so I suggest you build them with more weight, and structurally designed to penetrate as far as possible before they go off. That'll cause more internal damage, and hopefully leave more weapons salvageable, but you'll need your shooting to be more precise too..." After some grumbling (mostly from Piet) and a few technical debates she came to the major's defense. "To be honest, everything he said was true, and what he gave us is probably about all that we have spare." |
| QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 11/15/2009 11:01:45 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181 | RE: Space Station FREYA Freya responded positively to Jara's news. Mining explosives were sufficiently high yield for shaped charges to blast through even thick DuraSteel, and a small raid would provide an excellent proving ground for unorthodox tactics. The "missiles" she was developing were more properly called "torpedoes" as they would be far too large and cumbersome to be a threat to fighters. Freya's anti-fighter cover consisted of Jara's Belladonna and the three ion cannons scavenged from Kapitein Piet's Calamitous. "Alright, crew, our course is set", Freya said. "I still need time to refactor my assembly bays, and won't need you until I'm done. You have shore leave until a day before we leave. In the meantime, Major Crolanthas should be in touch with our raid targets." In a lighter tone she added, "Now go make some friends, especially fighter pilot friends." |
| Kapitein Piet (Ethical) Space Pirate 11/16/2009 1:51:28 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station FREYA "Aye, captain. Off we go!" The thought of heading to the pubs and mingling with the heterogeneous grunge and dirt that drove the motors of society was appealing. Kapitein Piet couldn't deny that a few drinks didn't sound bad, either. "Jara, it's probably best if we stick together to present a consistent face to our little outfit. Where's the place the rocket jockeys call home? We're looking for a place with plenty of hard booze to take the edge off, but a clique of speedfreaks who're there for the meth. There has to be at least one on this rock!" |
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