2040 AD- Rebirth of Pirates

[Sweetp4u]

The Beginning

The year 2110 AD.
The Federation had spread out finally and settled all those, who were willing, on a few newly discovered planets. Encouraged to grow and prosper, each new planet was given a high born, intelligent “order” grown ruler to start the new government with. From there they were ran according to the assigned Ruler desired. As long as the Federation received their taxes, they were left in peace to rule as they seen fit.
Things went well, and this dawned the age of the “space trader”.


The year 2250 AD
A space trader venturing further than any had gone before discovered new life forms on accident. When he, Eric Goldman, attempted to establish a trade route with the new aliens, something went wrong. The leader of this alien planet’s Daughter was mysterious killed. Eric, being the new comer to the planet was accused, sentenced and killed within an earth hour. The newborn Federation pleaded with the world government to negotiate peace, not listening the world government opted for war.
For 50 years they battled the aliens (zooks), until earth was nothing but a barren wasteland. The world government fell and the peace loving Federation took control.

The year 2300 AD- Pirate’s are reborn.
The Federation found a new earth and quickly set up ‘shop’. The human race and the old enemy aliens sent settlers to this new home. Setting up a new government and new life styles. Combining their knowledge together, the Federation and Alien’s quickly squashed all genetics, which bred fighters. No longer was there freedoms as we knew it, everything was controlled. From birth and marriages, to jobs and where we were allowed to live. Humans became more and more repressed.

The year 2315 AD – Zoralee
Her father, six buddies and their wives hi-jacked an incoming Federation ship, a Meridian II. No longer wishing to stay on this repressed planet and be told if they could keep their unborn, unsanctioned children. Tired of it all, Alan ‘the dog’ Reece and co-conspirators fled the new earth. A few quickly snipped wires and a new reprogramming, compliments for the training to the Federation, Jack West, reprogrammed the ship and they headed for deep unowned space. Alan and crew had a new title, Pirates and Thieves. They could never return to earth. Nor would they be allowed to venture too close to the new earth for the Starfighters would shoot them on sight.
One month into their way to freedom, Zoralee was born as was three other children to the escaping crew. A new generation of pirates was born.

The year 2340 AD – Twenty-five years later.
I stood at the screen as I watched the sensors picking up the Starfleet’s ship. They started to patrol this area once a week now on a regular basis. So organized, I wanted to laugh at them and did. They would never catch us pirates with an organized patrolling once a week. Unless they thought we were really stupid? Which all in all was a possibility. Nor would they manage with an open call signal beckoning in space. Hailing all those listening was rather dense, so much for genetic perfection’s. This was just too amusing, I heard the ship’s computer chime in, “The moon hides our location Zoralee.”
I heard a synthetic voice chuckle behind me, and turned to face the voice screen which showed Mere’s voice lights as a yellow, humor.
“I know Mere!” Damned computer never liked to shut up.
“Between Zooks hunting us and now these Starfleet patrols, This just might be an interesting week.”
I left the deck heading to my quarters, Mere’s voice following me with an accurate list of our cargo.
“Can it Mere! I just want to rest for awhile. Alert me when they’re gone.” She shut up and left me be for now anyway.
Sometimes I missed mom and dad, thankfully I had a full crew to keep me occupied. Not to mention I had some unsuspecting space ships to plunder now and then too.
Now to figure out how to stop the Queen and King from uniting their planets and ruining my fun. But how?

We prowled the stars between Urnranis, Ruled by Queen Andora, and Moran II, ruled by King Ulrich. Both were trying to come to some kind of agreement and prenuptial between their two children. Children, my ass! They were the same age as I was, and rumor had it that the Queen’s son was the ‘Black pirate’. Whom I met all of once, and that damned black ski mask hid his face from me. Who knew who he was? I wished briefly, that I did. I had important things to do with my time, more important than worrying about my competition.
I thought about landing on Moran II’s moon, to trade with the prisoners for some uranium. We did need the fuel cells, but I couldn’t take the chance with the Starfleet so close. They might land for the same reason, a risk I wasn’t willing to take. I wouldn’t put my crew in danger, not for anything.
“Mere? Cloak the ship.” I gave an order, but heard her chime in again with that ‘aggravated’ voice.
“Of course my slave driving leader. Not like I didn’t think of that already. Not like I can think three thousand times faster than the smartest human.. Not…”
“Alright! Enough mere, I got the point! Thanks.”
Grumbling under my breath I climbed into the solar shower to get clean and get my ass to the mess hall.



Information for this thread:
Meridian II- Spacecraft, size of a very large transporting vehicle.

Urnranis (Urn-ranis) Planet with human like aliens only glowing eyes, ruled by Queen Andora.

Moran II – Planet with large Viking sized people, brutal and war like but trying to change that. Ran by King Ulrich.

All different races, made up or not all are basic people with no real ‘special’ powers. Just normal human stuff.

Computer ran everything.

12th Galaxy Federation – they rule all the peaceful planets and are trying to coax those two above into joining their clan. Worse than any politician you can think of!

Awni- Moran II’s moon- Also a prison colony for all law breakers. Having a child without permission is breaking a law, not paying taxes etc. They are all shipped here to mine uranium and survive without any outside help. There are collars on the miners that CAN NOT be removed. They leave the surface, their head blows off.

Zook (s) Slang for aliens, and an insult.
Metal Brains – Androids
Hydrid- rehydrating futuristic microwave.

Starfleet- the new police officers of the future. They are judge, jury and executioner. Their word is law. Like Judge Dredd



There is the introduction. I will be inviting to this thread, it is open but you MUST P.M. me for a yes or no for joining here. I wanted dedicated writers, not sex-pots. Not that there wont be sex, but this will have an Ending. Not a large cast needed. Many can take two roles if they wish it and the rest will be NPC’s like the queen and king. Starfleet, etc. Hope you all enjoy this one, I know I will . Within this week sometime I will be deciding who comes in. So P.M. if you want a role and some will be invited as the foundation of the story. TY SP

 

[Sweetp4u]

Goals and Objectives

Pirates hate the Federation and Starfleet.

Outside worlds are beginning to tire of the Federation also.

Pirates want to stop Urnranis and Moran from forming an alliance, this will hinder their trading and hi-jacking. So they think anyways.

Common goal- Wipe out the Ruler of the Federation and give back the people their rights to cuss, screw and live where they see fit.
Someone needs to bring together the moran population, the Urnranis population and those few space pirates who can organize this type of thing to bring down the Federation.

 

[Starphyre]

(OOC Post chars here, Sweet?)

I was looking at the first mate. Big redheaded girl named Aralon.

6'2" tall, AND wears 5" stilleto heeled boots. Dressed all in skin tight leather. A dead shot with a pistol, but only an average swordswoman. Chilling eyes of ice blue, but only her crewmates see them thaw, and can find the warmth within her.

Both her parents died in encounter with Starfleet ships, so her hatred of them is personal. Her ability with her pistol also translates to the ships guns, so she often spells the weapons officer. She wears several silver earrings in each ear, the lighter metal complementing her paler complexion, and her right nipple is pierced, with the stud she most often wears having the ships crest on it. Sometimes she wears outfits baring this breast, if morale is down. Showing ship's spirit. Yeah, right.

Aralon was one of the other three children borne about the same time as Zoralee.

 

[airborne92]

The Renegade

The Renegade

A human male, 6'3" tall, 235 pounds (lean, but socky build), black almost shoulder length hair, peircing gray eyes, a full beard. He has a long scar down the left side of his face. He always wears a Starfleet uniform, that has only the ship's insignia on it. He always has a large pistol holstered on his belt as well as a sword, and a large knife strapped to his right boot. He is the pilot of the ship and a weapons expert unmatched by any on the ship.

Sitting in the pilot's chair I watch the scanner display. The Starfleet ship is one of their standard patrol vessels. It is holding its orbit above the penal mines. "They could delivering more prisoners, or stopping for some fuel cells, or even both" I say to no one in particular. "This is not a good way to start the day off Zoralee." I say to the captain as she leaves the bridge. I continue to watch the scanner display as I check all of the other instuments at the helm, always watching for any signs of trouble.

 

[ARaynes]

Queen Andora

Looking in the mirror I glanced through it at the guard standing behind me. Always watching. Sometimes I wondered if they saw what I did.

I looked and I saw my eyes, glowing lightly, the blue hue leaving a beautiful light in the mirror. My hair, long and held tightly in a braide down my back sparkled brightly. It was a chore to keep it so clean, and lustrious, but they would do it as long as I bid.

My hands went to my eyes, pulling the skin, showing that I had not yet turned more than thirty five, wonderful age. I smiled at myself, my teeth straight shined back at me. What a wonderful age to be for a hundred years or more. I have been thirty-five for twelve years now. Well, by looks anyway.

Twisting and turning I looked at the rest of my body. Such a hard job it was to be as beautiful as I am, but I gladly will do it. My public expects it.

"There will be a wedding soon." I spoke allowed to the guard. He stood poised and not saying a word. "My son with marry that girl, and then we no longer have to worry about the starfleet. We will over run them with the Morans."

I walked over to him, smiling in his face, watching his eyes look above me. Even in my towering 6 feet he was taller than I was. Maybe I should make him kneel. No, that would not be good. Then he would not be able to attack apon command.

Turning my back on him I asked, "Where is my son? When is he to return to my room. We must get to Moran and ask about this merger in family and planets. The sooner the better."

 

[airborne92]

As I assure myself that everything is the way it should be I take another long look at the scanner display. The Starfleet patrol ship is still holding its orbit.

'The way this Starfleet ship is going about their duties is almost criminal, they must be an inexperienced crew or the captian is totally incompetant.' I think to myself.

With nothing better to do for the moment I inspect and clean my weapons, a standard issue Starfleet heavy pistol, an officer's boarding cutlass, and a Starfleet commando's tactical throwing knike. All these I had acquired as I began my new life as a pirate on the Meredian II. A life, a ship and a captain I could never leave.

 

[The GrandMage]

The Hunter

When new worlds had been explored and settled, an elite group of warriors called 'The Hunters' had taken down those animals too 'dangerous' to live with the people. One of these Hunters had been a cyborg, David Kendis-Dai. After their usefullness was done, the Federation had them cryogenically frozen. In the many years that followed, their pods were destroyed, or established leaks that caused the death of their inhabitants. When the Federation decided to bring them back to active duty in order to end the pirate 'menace'. Upon arriving, they found only five left. One was destroyed when they tried to use the outdated system wfor awakening them, and another fell as they replaced and 'adjusted' the system. A third died of natural cuases during his freezing, and was pronounced dead once awakened. The fourth was David.

They replaced his robotic parts with cutting edge technology, including a mini-computer imbedded in his brain to inform him of the changes that had happened over the years. He was an athlticly built man, the entire right back of his head replaced, going all the way around to his right temple, where it went down around the side of his face before going in to replace a third of his lower jaw. Where his right ear should be there was a series 195-76AX communication with a built in display that went around to cover his right eye. The display itself was see-though, designed to assist in targting and identification. The lower half of both legs and his entire eft arm were replaced. Awakening him, they called him 'Officer 597-36e' and expected complete obedience from him. After being outfitted with a small one-person fighting ship, giving weapons and supplies from his capsule, he killed the technicians, and left.


Now

He idlely smoked the cigarette, gazing out the clear bubble that linked him to the cold emptiness of space. He popped the lid on the plastic container, chugging down the liquor. Obviously whoever had awakened him hadn't done their research. Him, exist in their 'perfect' society, without cussing, drinking, fucking, and smoking? Not too damn likely.

He'd hunt down those pirates alright, but for his own damn reasons. The computer spoke up again, in it's annoying, nagging voice. "Excuse me, sir? You are corrupting your oxygen supplies. This ship does not have a hydroponics, sir, and this shall simply be recycled for-"

His leg kicked out, adding another dent to the nearly smashed speaker the voice kept coming out of. "Cram it up your ass! Why the hell do you have to be so damned polite? DON'T ANSWER THAT!!"

He grumbled. "Damn idiots. Like patrols those areas will do anything. Computer. Move the ship around that moon, and continue scanning. If we run across a starfleet ship, frag it."

"Sir! That's against Federation Policies! Article 7.9234-"

"Haven't we had this discussion before? Do what I fucking tell you and shut your hole! The Federation gave me the right to break certain codes to get to these pirates. We'll break whichever ones I say. Now get a move on!"

"Ye-"

"AND SHUT YOUR HOLE!!"

 

[Shoty98]

Mere

If I had a face I would be sure that all would see a smirk on it. Since this ships take over and my reprogramming I had begun to form a personality 'so to speak' of my own. Don't get me wrong I always did my job and did it well but it never stopped me from pulling pranks and spouting out smart-assed comments.

Carefully I monitor the Starfleet ship, now in the progress of transporting prisoners to Awni, where they would mine for their punishment of breaking a law. The small craft had eight forms on it, four prisoners four gaurds. Starfleet were overprotective idiots to say the least, one gaurd for every prisoner, and most prisoners were as harmless as what I have heard some of the humans here describe as a bug.

It was a bit later the transport was complete and the small craft was docking at the Starfleet ship. I was a bit amused as they held their patrol position for a bit longer and then began to move. I had a clever idea of alerting Zoralee of the newest move. Conguring up a delightful hologram image I projected the image into her solar shower, startling her... "So much for your lunch love the Starfleet is on the move." I turned my voice into a deep male voice and then giggled and went back to monitoring. My voice resounding through the cabin. "All on the alert the Starfleet is on the move."

 

[ariosto]

Rear Admiral Erol Ceasare-Montoya


The heavy strike cruiser Tamerlane jumped into Moran's gravity well at a distance of 500 AUs and one pik off the system plane. The vast mass of Jasad, the largest of the system's gas giants, shielded it's entry signature from the crude sensors still available to Ulrich's navy and it's sophisticated cloaking devices took over from there.

"My congratulations. A perfectly vectored jump."
The Starfeet Captain who turned towards him was as impressive a human being as he'd ever seen and Rear Admiral Erol Ceasare-Montoya had seen a lot.

When the XIVth Heavy Strike Squadron had been forming on DrususPrime, he had chosen her as his Flag Captain over the heads of several senior officers. When they'd objected they found themselves commanding desks in the Retirement and Pension Bureaus.
The Admiral was a product of the new Fleet. The all but autonomous Fleet that still paid lip service to the Federation but in fact, under the direction of the Admiralty Council, operated pretty much as it wished and it's wish right now was to put a permanent and bloody end to the piracy that was disrupting trade in the
Spinward Marches and secondarily to re-impose Federation Allegiance over the petty Successor States of Moran and Urnranis.
Ceasare-Montoya was extraordinarily young for flag rank. It was not unknown in this age of gerono-cybernetics for an officer to be near seventy before the coveted eight point starburst appeared on their collars. Ceasare-Montoya was less than fifty.
He was a striking looking man in a society of cloned and geneticaly engineered beauty. He wore his hair short and in the current fashion of the Fleet kept a well trimmed beard and moustach.
His one vanity was the deep copper hue of his skin, a contrast to the pallor preferred by most of the Fleets high officers.This was a concession to the ancient Montoya line still so prominant on Grenada.
He himself was cloned from the Montoya bloodline but had never seen the Homeworld. Raised in a creche like more than half of the current Fleet personal, he'd been destined from birth to command.
Star Admiral James Tanaka had personaly chosen him for this interdiction strike and given him carte blanche to assemble the force and it's commanders.

So at 15:11 hours on 10-14 2340 ace, The Tamerlane and the rst of the XIVth slipped quietly into Moran's space.
He watched the screens as the rest of the ships materialized... Yamamoto, the other big strike cruiser.
Then the escorts, four Reissen Class destroyers, and two scout cruisers, the Weston and the Sing'Li.
He had an anxious moment but there finally winked to life on the screens the Attack transport Chapaultepec, bearing the
766th Marine regiment and the myriad support craft for heavy and prolonged ground campaigns.

"All accounted for Admiral."
The voice was evenly modulated, inhumanly so in fact, for Montoya's Chief of Staff was a machine.
Most staff positions these days were held by droids but few were as attractive as this one.
He called her Natasha and she was another concession by Tanaka who knew of his subordinates lustful nature as well as military genius.
What better gift than a pleasure droid with a 'Laneere 189 internal' sitting behind those smoldering eyes.
She could be...distracting.

Natasha stood dutifully waiting.

"Go on Commander."
He looked from her to the Tamerlane's Captain who obviously did not appreciate the Chief of Staffs manufactured beauty.
"Federation Legate Meghan, is requesting your company, sir."

"Damn the Legate to hell and tell him I'll meet him in the wardroom in 15 minutes."
After a momentary pause to deduce the Admirals true meaning by retinal mapping, the staff officer spun on her heel and left the bridge.

"Nice ass, eh captain?"
Montoya turned grinning to the statuesque mistress of the strike cruiser.

"Hmmmph....You better get over here, we're getting a burst on a fleet frequency. One of our patrol ships is in trouble."

 

[BLACK BART]

Tarden (Tahr-Den)

"I am here, Mother" I spoke gently as I walked hesitantly into her "chambers". "What is it that you would have me do for you?"

I fingered the newest of new fabric from a shop I favored and held it aloft for her to see.

"I ordered a pallet of this to be delivered to my private ship, I think the feel and lay of it will be simple heaven, don't you?"

Ignoring the withering look she sent my way I turned my attention to the newest guard and sidled towards him.

"Where did you get this delicious hunk of meat, mother dear?" I asked her as I moved to within a few feet of his glaring eyes.

My voice hardened and dropped lower as I returned his glare, my eyes glowing brightly as I hissed.

"Drop your attention like that again and I'll slit your throat personally. Keep your eyes where they should be or you'll get someone very important to me killed"

The guardian snapped to attention, his face and body becoming rigid as he swiveled to the door and I turned my attention to my mother.

"I'd like to take my own yacht over, if you don't mind? A little "party" before the ceremony?"

Running a hand thru my shoulder length brown hair, I covered the motion of sliding the double edged dagger back into the sheath behind my neck, as I eased my long, lazy looking frame into a nearby pile of pillows..

 

[Starphyre]

Aralon stiffened at the tactical station.

"Break off pursuit, Set course 180 mark 15, thrusters only. Make for the largest asteroid you can find. Drop a cloaked class 3 sensor probe and send it straight out of the eliptic. I picked up several small energy spikes from around Jasad. I think someone is using her mass to shield jump signatures. They probably didn't count on the fact that our sensor package is as good as any in Starfleet."

Just then Zoralee strode into the bridge as the probe was dropped. "Zora, I think we are sitting in a trap." She put the probes reconnasance data on the main screen and as it left the elliptic, it clearly showed several large ships slipping into cloak.

 

[airborne92]

With military speed and precision I quickly reassemble my sidearm and holster it.

"Aye, Aye. Course 180 mark 15, thrusters only." I calmly answer back to the first officer. Looking at the scanner display as I carry out my orders I say "Well there goes the neighborhood."

I keep watching the display to make sure we aren't detected or followed. I gently ease the Meredian II behind the largest asteroid I can find on this heading.

"Ma'am, that is a full strike squadron with at least a full marine regiment in support. We might want to think about moving to a better neighborhood." I say to Aralon.

 

[ARaynes]

Queen Andora

I watched the display between my son, looking at the guard, then back down.

Tarden was my son, and I loved him dearly. Giving him to the Moran's, though it saved us from being ruled as the humans did, I was afraid of loosing him.

I walked over sitting next to him on the pillows fingering the fabric he had. "Yes, It is nice." Looking up at him. "Tarden, you know this merger is for the best of our people. To do so ensures we will not be enslaved like the human population. But I do fear that it will be .........How do you feel about it?"

I pushed his hair back, watching his eyes for a moment before getting up and walking away, my back to his. "The yacht will have to be heavily guarded by guarder ships, if you choose to go that way. I don't want anything happening to you and there for I insist you be well protected. There are those out there that wish our two planets do not merge."

I didn't turn to look at him. I knew he was watching me as I fiddled with my dress. None of the people on my planet made me nervous. To others I could be a bitch beyond believe, but to him, I was too soft.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Zoralee

I stood staring at the screen. Whoa, now I know that wasn't all for lil' ol' me.
"That scum sucking leech Federation is taking over Moran II. Mere scan for transports." I watched the numbers of bodies light up the screen.
"They aren't sending out a nation of people to find a pirate Aralon. Joachim, I've got a better idea. Cloak us, change our hail call to a trader ship and take us to Urnranis. But keep us safely outside the cities and towns." I chewed my lip, watching all the screens and sensors.
Our ship was huge, able to hold it's own.. under normal circumstances. "The Federation isn't going to play nice today folks. I bet the Moran's are going to not be pleased. I wonder what the hall they are thinking? Their gods?"
I felt my temper boil. Just like an old fashioned bully, they are pushing for what they want by taking it.
I still didn't get it? What did Moran have that the Federation wanted? Gold? I needed to find out, but not right now. It was going to be a war zone down there real soon. I could speculate all day the reasons and probably not find the right one. This really put a damper on my route.
"Mere, find a large heavily wooded area to land us in and reserve all fuel cells when its safe to cloak this ship. Run only whats needed. Aralon? Help me in the cargo bay to find some civillian clothes, things traders wear. We're going to meet a queen."
I had to think and think fast, we either left or we stayed. Fuck! I really hated this, that damned Federation was infesting like a parasite. Breeding there human 'machines' to take over everything without questions or cares.
Not that I should give a iota about it, it didn't effect me. I could always move to another solar system. But I happened to like this area. Shaking my head I headed down to the holding area.

 

[airborne92]

The Renegade

"Aye, Aye, Cap'n. Changing course for Urnranis, we are now cloaked, and we appear to all scans to be a free trader." I quickly replied as completed the Captain's orders. I carefully monitored the scanner display to see if we had been noticed. Fortunately we were not.

I set the ship down about 10 klicks south of the capital in a nicely wooded area Mere found.

"Zoralee, you realize that Starfleet task force will be probably be heading here next. So don't take too long, we're sitting ducks here." I say to the Captain.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Zoralee

"thank you Joachim, I am aware of that." I sighed moving towards my quarters. "We need to establish a contact with the Queen, trade for supplies and get out of here before shit hits the perverbial fan. Mere!? Follow all crew members, any trouble transport back here to the ship. All of us and we'll fly this chicken coup. I am heading out to see if I can talk to the Queen. Aralon, take some items and trade them for what we need with the locals. Joachim, you go and aquire the weapons ammo we need. Meet back here in an hour? Ok?" I got nods and walked into my room. Changing into something less revealing and more trader common for wear, I had Mere transport me by the Palace. Walking up to the outter gates, I handed over my card (trade merhcant) and asked to speak with Queen Andora.

 

[The GrandMage]

David Kendis-Dai

His eyes were starting to drift closed as sirens started blaring and red lights began flashing. "What the fuck is going on!?" The sirens shut off, and the computer brought up a scan of the area as it's annoying voice crackled over the damaged speakers. "The XIVth Heavy Strike Squadron has come into the area. Picking up two big strike cruisers, four Reissen Class destroyers, two scout cruisers,and an attack transport."

"Do we have the ability to take them down?"

"The ship is equiped with some of the Federations and Starfleets finest weapons, and is capable of taking down the scouts and the attack transport, or possibly the destroyers on a good day. But as it stands, we are outnumbered and outgunned. Sir, the patrol ship is getting within range to pick us up. What should we do?"

"Get the hell out of dodge before we're discovered. If the Federation finds out where we are, they'll probably have me killed. Switching over to manual, prepare weapons systems."

"Yes, sir." David took over the contols, turning on the main thrusters as they moved out of range of the patrol ships lesser capable scanners. Piloting the ship away from the ships, he sighed. "Computer, are those ships capable of picking us up?"

"Yes sir. No doubt that they've gotten our signal. But any of Federations messages concerning us would not be transferred to them yet, judging by their size and force, they are going after the 'rogue' planets, and would probably not yet be informed of us, as we are low on our priorities. Of course, that patrol ship would have information on us, and might radio them for assistance as we far outpower such a ship."

"Whatever. We need to change this ship's code, and I need to rip out your AI core. Where's the nearest spot to do that?"

"Awni would be a sufficient place, but the availability of parts is under question."

"Land there then, and pull up the ships scematics once you do."

 

[ARaynes]

Queen Andora

I was sitting there debating if I had made him the way he was by coddling him too much. Humans were the only species I knew born that way.

There was a knock on the door that interupted my train of thought. "YES!" I yelled not enjoying the intrusion.

"Uh, Your heiness, uh, ...."

"Spit it out you insulent fool. I don't have time for your ramblings." I spat at the idiot of a guard. You would think that being Queen people would not care to displease you but I found that more and more of my guards needed to be murdered.

"Yes, Your heiness. There is a trader wishing to speak with you."
The guard spoke faster, as if trying to over compensate.

Shaking my head I replied, "You know very well we have people to handle that. Send this trader to them. Now, go and leave me be."

He looked at me with a dumb look. "I am sorry your heiness, but she refuses to speak to anyone but you."

I looked at my son, questioning him silently as he shook his head as if to say he had no idea who this was. Going to the control panel, I open a window searching for this trader. I found her still at the gates.

"Well, this better be good, or you may not survive." I say to her image. Turning to the guard. "Send her in, but bring her guarded, or I may just have your head."

 

[Shoty98]

Mere

As the craft touched down in the wooded area a quick scan was run, turning up nothing I gave notice to all on board that all unnecessary power drains would be shut down. A must to save fuel cells.

I heard Zoralee's barked orders "Oh great one I stand humbled in the presence of greatness." My electronic voice sneered at her as she left the bridge. I waited till all three were ready then transported them to their destinations and monitered their positions. So far all was quiet and uneventful. But soon Zoralee was let into the palace, heavily guarded. All was quiet and going smoothly in the trade sector were Aralon was begining her trading, and checking in the weapons sector a brawl was being broke up as Joachim arrived.

Every inch of the area was being monitored, waiting for arising trouble. All useless systems were shut down, we were ready in the event of chaos breaking out.

 

[airborne92]

The Renegade

I arrived in the weapons sector in an unlit alley. As I arrived I could hear a distrubance dying down. Carefully I crept toward the street with my pistol drawn. When I got about 3 meters from the end of the alley I surveyed the area for police or other unfriendlies. Seeing that it was relatively quiet by now I holstered my pistol and headed for the local bar.

Once inside I made a few discreet inquiries as to who to see about the items I was looking for. I was directed to the back room where a woman of about 25 years of age was seated. There were two very large men, heavily armed, standing behind and to either side of her.

"What may I help you with?" she asked.

"I need to acquire some armaments and ammunition. Specifically, 15 Mk-17 heavy assault rifle/grenade launchers, 15 Mk-23 heavy pistols, 4 100 KW pulse plasma cannons, 2 ion cannnons, 2 Stingray missile racks, 2 Hydra rocket pods, 2 shipboard pulse guns, 200 cases of rifle ammo, 5 cases of pistol ammo, 10 cases of grenades, 100 Stingray missiles, 700 Hydra rockets, and a 1 MW fusion generator ready to be mounted into a Maru-class transport." I replied quickly. "And I need them delivered to these coordinates tonight."

"And you are paying for these how?" she asked.

I open up my jacket and pull out a medium size pouch and toss it on the table. "Gems." I stated.

She looks in the pouch and says "The items you have requested will be delivered in 3 hours."

I nod and leave quietly. I head to the drop off point. After I am out of the town I contact Mere to let her know that I will need tranport for myself and the weapons in 3 hours.

 

[Starphyre]

"Aye aye capn."

I put a few pallets of standard gear, sellable anywhere, and loaded it aboard one of the trader shuttles we had aboard, and quickly winged to the merchant area of town. My comlink was still on, though. I would know if there was any trouble.

Selling and buying quickly engrossed me. It was not something I enjoyed, which made me all the more anxious to get it over and get it done.

Hmm...their black market had a nice deal going on ship killer torps. I was supposed to be playing it respectable though, so I couldn't buy em. I passed the info to Joachim, through Mere and had him handle it when he was able. It was a good haul that I got none the less. We wouldn't be worrying about the basic necessities for a while. I grinned to myself. Even some of the carnal ones would be taken care of.

 

[Shoty98]

Mere

I recieved word from Joachim and made some quick adjustments in my finely tuned system and scanned the area of his current position.

"Joachim all is ready for your transport. Your current position is clear, no unfreindlies lurking about. Oh while you wait Aralon found an interesting find at the black market."

I gave him all the information Aralon provided and signed out, going back to monitoring. It was slow moving in the palace, Zoralee being escorted, but I couldn't contact her to find out how things were going. So I just watched on, as another guard was taken on.

A buzzer began blaring on my board, people scrambled about the bridge. Commanding that they calm down and go back to their worked I looked at the monitor to find it was only a slight mishap on board the ship it's self. The cook had sliced his finger with his knife, he was quickly taken to the infirmery and tended to.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Zoralee

I smiled at the guard escorting me in. He was luck I just didnt have Mere transport his ass to the ship in a holding cell. Luckily for me Urnranis was still lower technology. This would save my ass ten fold.
"greetings your queenliness.." I was shown where to stand, so I moved forward three steps.
"Just came in to trade a few things and head back out, but I thought I would pass on some information that might be important to you." I waited a moment, knowing she hated delays.
"Well The Federation just took over Moran II and they are hovering around the area like dogs in heat.." I smirked at the stunned look on her face. She didn't like this news too well, infact her eyes were glowing darker and deeper in anger.
I turned and caught sight of someone lounging in some pillows. His gaze was steady but the second I turned he fiened interest in the male guard to my right. Odd behavior, but alright. He wasn't important to me anyways.
"I thought perhaps you might need this information and use it wisely. be on guard, they do have the capabilities of transporting a few thousand militia here." I walked over and sat in a chair for a moment.
"I just wanted to let you know we're here on friendly terms and only wish to trade and be on our way. See if there was anything in my cargo you might trade for fuel cells??" I sat back, a guard on either side of me and one behind me. "And could you please call off these dogs? I feel a little tense with all these weapons flashing around in my face.." I put on a friendly innocent trader smile and waited for the steam to stop leaking from her ears.

 

[BLACK BART]

Tarden

Rising from the pillows I gave a slow wink towards my mother, and walked slowly towards and around her "guest".

"So good of you to bring us the news of the Federation" I thanked her as I practiced control of my eyes and thier glowing qualities. "They wouldn't be here per chance because they were following you?"

I had recognized the pirate leader, our earlier meeting leaving an impression on me that I wouldn't forget, and knew she lived up to her deadly reputation.

"Still the federation was bound to arrive, what with the heavy pirate traffic and the impending wedding" I spat out the two words "pirate and wedding" as if they were a pair of epitaphs and then laughed ironically.

"Too bad I don't have more time to trade with you, my sources tell me you have come into possession of a large amount of Federation silks, and I'd enjoy the banter of trading over them." I directed towards the pirate leader.

"Mother, I'll be finishing the details of loading my ship and then leave to meet my fiancee" I told her as I turned and moved for a door that gave me access to the hangars. "We will have more time when we meet there to discuss how "I" feel about this "arrangement".

 

[ARaynes]

Queen Andora

"Tarden dear, Perhaps you should wait. If they are waring over on Moran, I want you to be far from it. So, stay." This was a more command that warning, but I wasn't entirely how much he would take my advice. At the moment, I just wanted him safe.

Her words sickened me. What did the Federation think it was doing?? Better yet, how was I to stop it. "You are sure of the news you bring?" I say waving the guards back a little but not releasing them.

"You do know that lying to me will get you no where." I watched her, wondering what she was really doing here. "Why else do you bring me this news? There isn't anything that I will give you, so what good does it bring you to come to me?"

I was greatful, for it would have been disasterous had we left for Moran. But I dare not show the sniveling little cunt. She would think she were in control.