Caerus – Little Deaths

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...

Letters to Anais: Little Histories

Relay Transmission: GCRT#8951264

Transmission Date: 10/07/3301

Message Origin: deuilFURIEUX; Star&Garter;  Popov Hub; Caerus System

Message Destination: anaisFURIEUX; Furieux House; Darwyn; Zeta Tucanae System

Encoding: Secure Encoding Protocol

Greetings, Red!

It seems like forever since my last visit to Zeta Tucanae, though it has been less than two standard months. It was great to see you again and most fortunate that the old man was away on business. I don’t think I could have faced him again. On the flight back to Gliese 900.1, I chuckled at the thought of his reaction when he heard the news of my return, especially in light of the conflict in the air.  It may be worth suggesting that he heighten security around the holdings as it certainly appeared to be lacking on my arrival...

Caerus – Little Explosions

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...

Gliese 900.1 – Homecoming

 

“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...

Gliese 900.1 – No Quarter

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...

Gliese 900.1 – Power Games

“Everything is going according to plan, Senator.”

Marquis Axius Lucretius sat alone at a terminal in the communications room aboard the INV Hengist Duval. The huge Majestic class Interdictor was currently based outside Paez Terminal in the Gliese 900.1 system. Lucretius had requested the sole on-duty comms officer to go down to engineering on the pretext of investigating some lost transmission data. The young officer, new among the crew, was only too happy to assist a member of the Imperium who held such high rank and she immediately hurried off on this fools errand, leaving Lucretius to his own devices. He had then quickly set up a connection to Emperor’s Grace’s main HQ on the surface of HR 706 IV.

“Excellent.” came the reply...

Gliese 900.1 – No Bonds. No Ties. No Attachments.

Hangar 35, Lewitt Port, Gliese 900.1 System

Furieux swore loudly inside the roomy cargo bay of the Viridian Embrace. He had taken the Lakon Type-7 out  on loan only a week ago from a dealer on Schuster Hub in the Wuru system and was beginning to think it had been a bad idea. On two separate occasions he had scraped the rear of the ship when attempting to dock, not being comfortable in piloting such a large vessel. The second incident had seen some internal damage done to the ships air recycler. While only minor repairs were required, access to the life support panel was difficult to reach. Air quality within the ship was poor however,  leading to the pilot experiencing dizzy spells while in flight...

The ‘Viridian Embrace’ – Lakon Type-7 Transporter

The Lakon Type-7, previously known as “Freighter 3”, is a large and moderately armed freighter. It is one of three freighters produced by Lakon Spaceways, the others being the smaller Lakon Type-6 Transporter and the larger Lakon Type-9 Heavy. While it has the potential to defend itself from small ships, the Lakon Type-7 is not designed for combat and thus it is recommended to anyone flying this ship that they should avoid combat whenever possible. Unfortunately due to this ship requiring a large landing pad, the Lakon Type-7 cannot dock at outposts. For any traders who plan to dock at an outpost it is recommended that they opt to fly the Lakon Type-6 Transporter instead as it is the biggest freighter that can dock at outposts...

Gliese 900.1 Liberals: To Slay A Dragon

Amabassador Russe Jenker and Chairman Agner Muxx of the sat facing each other in the main office of the Gliese 900.1 Liberals. The situation in Gliese 900.1 had become desperate. The Liberals had witnessed public approval for their company sink massively over the last few days. The party was floundering against the might of the present Imperial factions that had gained a major foothold within the system, in particular Emperor’s Grace, the rising stars of the local political stage. With the assistance of a mercenary group known as the 8th Dragon Squadron, the Emperor’s Grace had reached immense popularity among the citizens of Gliese, much to the detriment of the independents who had reigned in the system for decades.  Agner Muxx, leader of the Gliese 900...

Gliese 900.1 – Reinvigoration

At 1700 local time, the Star & Garter on Lewitt Port was quiet. Bernie, the bartender, was busy restocking the coolers in preparation for the later arrival of pilots belonging to the 8th Dragon Squadron who appeared to have quite an insatiable thirst for all things alcoholic. Bernie’s supplies of Centauri Mega Gin had also become quite low, a favourite among a few select members of said group with a penchant for something a little stronger than the more commonly ordered Gerasian Geuze Beer.

The bartender had served only a few people today and the majority of seats within the establishment were empty. A couple of local traders sat chatting quietly among themselves at the bar nursing their drinks, while in the corner, the best seats in the house, sat five of the 8th Dragon Squadron pilots.

“...