An 8th Consolation

Once the Velvet Presley was safely stowed in a hangar down in the depths of Coney Gateway station, Furieux slowly made his way to the Star & Garter on floor sixty one. There were many ways to get around star ports, from station shuttles and high speed elevators to great arcing enclosed walkways that led deeper into the station interior. Usually, Furieux would almost certainly take the quickest route to get to the bar – in his mind, the most important facility on any station – but on this occasion decided to dodge past overalled station personnel and flight-suited fellow pilots on the walkways instead. It had been more than a year since he’d set foot on Coney Gateway, the home port of the 8th Dragon Squadron, and he wanted to re-familiarise himself with the station layout...

Crystal Method

Falling … falling … falling …. thump

Furieux woke when his face connected awkwardly with the floor.

He groaned and pushed himself up onto all fours before unsteadily rising to his feet. His skin was slick with sweat and he wiped at his face with his hands before fully opening his eyes. He swayed gently in the centre of the prime VIP cabin on board the Velvet Presley – a room normally reserved for his most prestigious passengers – and tried to get a handle on his situation.

It wasn’t much of a step to come to the conclusion that he’d fallen out of bed; the sweat soaked sheets offering the biggest and only clue, and he winced as his head began to pound again. Rubbing at his temples, Furieux grimaced as the memories came flooding back...

8th Dragon Squadron – The Gin Dragon Returneth

At his sensor array terminal in the flight operations centre, operator Maxx Cantrell picked up the heat signature of a Saud Kruger Beluga Liner on an approach vector towards the station. As duty and protocol required, he opened up a comms channel and hailed the fast moving vessel.

“Saud Kruger Foxtrot Uniform Romeo, this is Coney Gateway Flight Control. Please abide by station law and submit a docking request before landing.”

Within seconds, the Beluga pilot keyed an auto-request to the station’s internal computer which would assign the first free landing pad capable of accommodating the huge ship, subject to clearance from its human controller. Cantrell’s fingers flashed across the terminal in an almost automatic manner.

“Docking request approved,” he responded, green-lighting one o...

Black Horizon – One for the Road

Star & Garter Bar, Raven’s Landing, Cai System.

“Something on your mind, commander?”

The question was delivered in a heavily accented and sweet cadence but Furieux ignored it and remained hunched on a barstool, swirling what little was left in the bottom of a square cocktail glass.  Normally, he’d never disregard the attentions of the fairer sex, but he recognised the voice and was not inclined to reply, rolling his eyes in mild annoyance.

“Oh, come now,” she pressed with a theatrical sigh. “What does a girl have to do to gain an audience with the great commander Furieux?”

Her words dripped with biting sarcasm but they were bound in good humour...

The Obsidian Prophecy – Diamondback Explorer

The Diamondback Explorer was Lakon Spaceways’ response to criticism of the original Diamondback ship class. By extending the ship’s frame it allowed greater cargo capacity and so greater mission variety and endurance. It also brought the ship more into line as a smaller brother to the successful Asp line although at much more modest price range. The Explorer model can fulfil the same roles as its companion ship type, but also able to operate as a fast transport and resupply vessel useful for supporting deep space operations in a hostile environment.

The Obsidian Prophecy is Furieux’s primary exploration vessel. While small, cheap and less versatile than Lakon’s Asp variants, it is nevertheless robust enough to make the long journeys required by ardent galactic explorers...

Black Horizon – The Largest Piece of Paipai

Arkan Ginova gazed thoughtfully through one of the many view ports on Griggs Camp station. The stars beyond glittered with promise against an infinite curtain of black; a sight that would capture the imagination of any hopeful dirt-sider who had never been lucky enough to travel among them. For the Fleet Commander of the Raven’s Scouts, it was as familiar a vista as a sunrise over Xyile. He watched as a pair of approaching vessels went about their business. The familiar form of a Zorgon Peterson Hauler and the old, dependable and still widely used Cobra Mk III buzzed over the platform like busy insects at a flower bed...

Black Horizon – Enter The Dragons

Sir, we are picking up heat signatures from orbit on an approach vector,” reported the tactical coordinator. “Visuals show five ships bearing 8th Dragon Squadron insignia.”

Dillon Reade rose from a chair in the centre of a makeshift operations room of Lambert Observatory. It was, in truth, simply the main control centre of the base. The surrounding walls were lined with displays and various other equipment that controlled, monitored and recorded the data received from the many sensor arrays that belonged to the outpost. Lambert wasn’t exactly the most ideal location for running operations on Strauss Reward, but it was better than a back room of the Star & Garter.

“Run each vessel’s registration details through pilots federation database,” ordered Reade...

Black Horizon – A Present from the Past

A few days after the meeting with Reade and the others, Furieux boarded the Deception and set a course for Xyile. Dillon had suggested that he store the Dropship in favour of utilizing one of the new Assault variants that belonged to the Raven fleet. Furieux agreed with him, thinking that the specialized combat vessel would be far more suited to the operations conducted in Bedaho and prepared to fly back to navy hangar on Raven’s Landing to pick it up.

Arriving at the headquarters of the Raven’s Scouts, Furieux once again exchanged pleasantries with the rather rambunctious and kooky lady who ruled the lobby outside Ginova’s office, Mizz Cara Fey. Ginova’s secretary was a larger than life character who’s flirtatious nature was akin to his own...

Black Horizon – An Assault on the Sensors

“Orbit established. What’s taking you so long?” asked Erikson from the bridge of the massive Hammer, an Anaconda class warship. It hung over the moon of Strauss Reward like the sword of Damocles.

“Interdicted en route,” replied Furieux with a chuckle. “A couple of opportunistic Eagles decided that I might be easy prey.”

The big man guffawed. “I hope you showed them the error of their ways! I have to admit, that Dropship of yours holds her own better than I expected. She has teeth and lives up to that pretentious name you gave her!”

The Immaculate Deception dropped into orbit with an audible thump. “It’s all in the piloting, my hirsute friend. I tend to avoid combat when I can, but I’m not averse to a little laser foreplay.”

Erikson’s hearty laugh boomed over th...

Black Horizon – An Uncertain Friendship

“Commander Furieux?” inquired Dillon Reade, turning towards a booth near the back wall of the Star & Garter. “Please follow me.”

“Reade? How did you recognize me?” Furieux asked, following a path weaved before through the masses.  The journey to Bedaho had been short, and the smuggler had only just docked at Salam Enterprise moments before. He had hoped to have had a drink or two before the meeting but Reade had approached him nearly as soon he had entered the bar.

“I know a merc when I see one,” Reade said without looking back. “And you might just as well have had the word Blackfeather tattooed on your forehead, you look so much like her. It wasn’t too difficult to deduce. Come.”

The bar was busy...