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Avalon Detonation Detected.
"Computer, begin recording, Personal Log"
"I don't believe it. Someone blew up an entire convoy with an avalon, as I entered sector G4 of the Geira system. The explosion damaged my ship's sensors so severely I was unable to see who or what it was. And to make matters worse the Serco strike force claims it was ME. Why would they think that? I'm a friggin HERO for Lady's sake! This bites. Could've been worse I suppose, at least the strike force didn't attack, just told me to beat it, and they'd clean up the mess, but it sure looks bad on my record. I've never even SEEN a damn avalon torpedo, much less fired one."
"After the strike force helped me repair my sensors, I contacted my superior officer, and informed him of the problem, but he already knew.. something smells fishy."
"Computer, end recording"
Eize's Prometheus-class ship was inside the center of a fairly large, hollowed out asteroid, somewhere in Sedina, pondering his options. He was effectively kicked out of the Serco military, but he did have friends in some of the UIT corporations.
He made those while he did his trading operations flying under the TGFT banner, as part of undercover operations for the Serco military, (TGFT was unaware of his actual ties to Serco High Command, and he'd had to fight the urge, MANY times, to strangle the 1 or 2 Itani scum that he happened to work with, there)
"Maybe I could call those BioCom guys, I'm sure they'd love to get their hands on some more Serco bio implants..", Eize thought, "But I don't feel like being a guinea pig the rest of my days, and trading was -such- a bore."
"I need to smell burning metal, and feel the vibrations that only a fully-involved Gatling Turret can bring."
"DAMMIT!" shouted Eize suddenly, as the realization of his problems hit him.
"I've got to try and get to the bottom of this" thought Eize, and he dialed up some acquiantences that, while shady individuals, he felt he could trust.
"Yes?" said the voice on the other end of the comms.
"Hey... It's Eize Ryda. I have a problem, can we meet somewhere?"
"I don't believe it. Someone blew up an entire convoy with an avalon, as I entered sector G4 of the Geira system. The explosion damaged my ship's sensors so severely I was unable to see who or what it was. And to make matters worse the Serco strike force claims it was ME. Why would they think that? I'm a friggin HERO for Lady's sake! This bites. Could've been worse I suppose, at least the strike force didn't attack, just told me to beat it, and they'd clean up the mess, but it sure looks bad on my record. I've never even SEEN a damn avalon torpedo, much less fired one."
"After the strike force helped me repair my sensors, I contacted my superior officer, and informed him of the problem, but he already knew.. something smells fishy."
"Computer, end recording"
Eize's Prometheus-class ship was inside the center of a fairly large, hollowed out asteroid, somewhere in Sedina, pondering his options. He was effectively kicked out of the Serco military, but he did have friends in some of the UIT corporations.
He made those while he did his trading operations flying under the TGFT banner, as part of undercover operations for the Serco military, (TGFT was unaware of his actual ties to Serco High Command, and he'd had to fight the urge, MANY times, to strangle the 1 or 2 Itani scum that he happened to work with, there)
"Maybe I could call those BioCom guys, I'm sure they'd love to get their hands on some more Serco bio implants..", Eize thought, "But I don't feel like being a guinea pig the rest of my days, and trading was -such- a bore."
"I need to smell burning metal, and feel the vibrations that only a fully-involved Gatling Turret can bring."
"DAMMIT!" shouted Eize suddenly, as the realization of his problems hit him.
"I've got to try and get to the bottom of this" thought Eize, and he dialed up some acquiantences that, while shady individuals, he felt he could trust.
"Yes?" said the voice on the other end of the comms.
"Hey... It's Eize Ryda. I have a problem, can we meet somewhere?"
OOC: MysticRogue.. I would like your help to continue this story.... EZR is open to suggestions for future "jobs", and might respond favorably to "mercenary"-style work... but I need a hand fleshing out the story first.. :)
break19/EZR
break19/EZR