Chp-43: Minda Hawk Down
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Chp-43: Minda Hawk Down
Kel Loyu
RV: Champion
Certifications: Tracker I, Demolition IV, Adviser III
Edin System, Highreach
All it took was one last shot.
A blue ring fired out of her pistol, stunning the trandoshan, forcing him to the ground.
From there, it was easy to toss him in a containment cell. From there, she surveyed the battlefield. It was a small smuggling cave that had been home to a pirate band. She and her family had picked out the bounty for them.
Around her lay the corpses of many, many pirates. Some simply shot, others brutalized by Kay's latest maniacal melee weapon.
This one used sparkles. There was no reason why.
"Kay" she called over the comms. "Target has been secured. You done over there?"
The sound of harsh clanks, the breaking of bones, and many screams echoed over the comms before her sister answered.
"Yup! All finished!"
Kel muted her comms before sighing. She truly loved her sister, but the bloodlust was always unnerving.
Dragging the target out of the cave, she swept her gaze across the horizon. Wide, flat plains stretched into infinity, broken up by large plateaus dotting the landscape.
Turning back to the ship, she brought the containment unit onboard. After securing it, she made her way to the cockpit.
In the pilots seat sat Kai, fiddling with sensors and the like. Connected to his chair was an extending arm, holding up a PDA like screen. It was an easily configurable ship interface, and had been the first upgrade Kai had begged for once they reached RIII, and even now he was glued to it, fingers dancing across the screen.
"Still in love with that, ey?" she ribbed, plopping down in the co-pilot seat.
He didn't deign to look at her as he responded. "It lets me tune the entire ship from my seat. If the Force is real, then it's blessed me today."
She snorted. "I'm not sure that's how the Force works."
He shrugged. "Doesn't matter, still cool."
"Just…don't get used to upgrades like these all the time. It took 3 weeks for the crew at Forged in Orbit to rewire the ship so you could do this. You're lucky the Governor likes us, or we wouldn't have the credits to pull this off."
Just as he was about to respond, something started beeping on his console.
"Kriff… its a distress call. 1.2k from here." He looked up at her, the question in his eyes clear.
"Play it." She said, a message already sent to Kay to return to the ship.
…this is the Mindan Str…e are going d…wn, I repeat, thi… the Mi… tream and w… are under atta…
Kai was looking intently at his monitor, before he nearly gasped. "The IFF signature reads as…the Mindan Stream!"
Kel cursed under her breath, already buckling in and comming Kay.
The Mindan Stream is the Governors ship. She wouldn't let their biggest employer die.
Not until they were rich, or dead.
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Today wasn't going super well.
And I mean sure, the deals with both CEC and Rendili StarDrive had gone well. CEC would get a few berths to pump out their much belovedgunships light freighters for the many mercenaries and entrepreneurs the Guild employed.
Rendili, on the other hand, got a few of the larger berths. See, business had been booming, especially in Minda, and some companies were getting big enough to expand out of the Guilds systems. And sure, they could go out and buy larger ships, pay the extra fee's and get them shipped all the way out here.
Or…they could join the Guild. Mercenary, Trading and Mining Companies of a high enough rank could order ships from the shipyards, with a discount! Not only that, but there would be a reduction in tariffs for the goods they shipped with any freighters bought in Guild territory for a whole year! Sure, it wasn't a massive reduction, but any good capitalist knows that the little things add up.
And of course, Rendili was the only company building any ships large enough for the companies to consider using for out-of-system trade and convoy protection in Guild territory.
Overall, it was a good deal. Certainly more attention grabbing than I would've liked, but at this point I have just around 2 weeks before 0BBY, so any extra bits and bobs that made me look more accomplished would be for the best.
So why isn't my day going well?
"GOVERNOR! GET DOWN!"
That. That's why my day is going badly.
I duck down behind the cockpit of the Mindan Stream, as one of my bodyguards throws a grenade over the ship. Through the glass, I can vaguely make out the shapes of the veritable swarm of Wretches that had attacked me mid-flight.
Somewhere in that swarm was the creature that shot us down. You'd think it was some AA gun, but nope. The stupidly large spear of what looked to be bone of some kind that was sticking out of my ships left wing didn't seem like the work of a turret.
With me were the 6 bodyguards that were on the ship with me, along with Oioro and both the pilot and co-pilot. It was a small crew, but we were just flying over to the newly redesigned city of Goltri to officially open their first secondary school. Not a big deal to most, but it was the first place of education higher than elementary school there so it mattered to them, and it would make me look good on the holos.
Again my guards raised up and took aim, slinging bolts of green death down range at the advancing horde. Only generous amounts of grenades, and the two heavy security LECA's that were obligated to follow me everywhere kept the creatures from turning us into unflattering pulps of flesh.
Honestly, it's a miracle that those thing both fit in the limited storage aboard the ship and survived the crash.
DangerFightUp!!!!
I don't question Mugwuffin's magical assistance, I just turn in the vaguely upwards direction I can feel through our connection, my pistol raised.
Just as I do, a Wretch launches themselves with such force that their legs shatter under the strain of their enhanced muscles. Flinging themselves over the ship and right at me.
My blaster roars, and only my clear vision of the creature combined with the fact that it was literally falling at me ensured I hit all my shots. Six heavy looking bolts of green plasma slam into the creature, turning its face into mush.
I roll to the side as its corpse splatters on the ground. Only the fact that the Commander insist that I and my forces use higher quality blaster gas combined with my upgraded and expensive pistol allowed me to 6 shot a Wretch. It would take a dozen regular bolts to kill one of these on a good day.
As this happens, an earth-shaking roar is heard, and through the horde comes a beast of a Wretch. Standing at twice the height, it seems to be four or so people stitched into one creature. Still bipedal, and standing at about the height of the LECA's, its many eyes stare in pained hatred and its mouths scream in wrathful agony.
The LECA's immediately focus fire on it, their shoulder mounted projectile launchers covering it in fire and death.
It keeps barreling through.
Just as it's about to reach the ship, an explosion rings out, and I instinctively duck down.
When I look up again, I see heavy laser fire saturating the area from a nearby ship. A ship I recognize. It fires off a bevy of what are normally anti-ship torpedoes, turning the entire horde into dust. A few go flying off in the distance, impacting what I assume to be whatever shot us down.
As the ship lands, I see the helmeted heads of the Loyu family walking out.
They are getting a fat fucking paycheck, of that I'm certain. And permanent jobs. Hopefully.
If you find talent, you never let go, right?
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Hi there folks! Sorry that this took longer than I wanted. These chapters are really fighting me. Cause I want to finish the arc before putting the story on hiatus, but I also want to just throw myself into writing that other fic. I have spent far too much time messing around with like 7 different magic systems.
Also, I spent like 5 hours playing DnD with some friends I don't see in-person very often. My character was a Cleric who was a scavenger that picked up a divine artifact from a forgotten goddess of life/healing, and now said goddess is forcing him to become her acolyte and spread her good word. Only problem? She has been weakened so much, she can only communicate through emotions. Like Mugwuffin. Except my character and her don't get along, so the prayer for casting Cure Wounds is more like "Bitch please heal me so your faith doesn't die" and shit like that. Really fun.
Anyways, feedback and comments appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller
Kel Loyu
RV: Champion
Certifications: Tracker I, Demolition IV, Adviser III
Edin System, Highreach
All it took was one last shot.
A blue ring fired out of her pistol, stunning the trandoshan, forcing him to the ground.
From there, it was easy to toss him in a containment cell. From there, she surveyed the battlefield. It was a small smuggling cave that had been home to a pirate band. She and her family had picked out the bounty for them.
Around her lay the corpses of many, many pirates. Some simply shot, others brutalized by Kay's latest maniacal melee weapon.
This one used sparkles. There was no reason why.
"Kay" she called over the comms. "Target has been secured. You done over there?"
The sound of harsh clanks, the breaking of bones, and many screams echoed over the comms before her sister answered.
"Yup! All finished!"
Kel muted her comms before sighing. She truly loved her sister, but the bloodlust was always unnerving.
Dragging the target out of the cave, she swept her gaze across the horizon. Wide, flat plains stretched into infinity, broken up by large plateaus dotting the landscape.
Turning back to the ship, she brought the containment unit onboard. After securing it, she made her way to the cockpit.
In the pilots seat sat Kai, fiddling with sensors and the like. Connected to his chair was an extending arm, holding up a PDA like screen. It was an easily configurable ship interface, and had been the first upgrade Kai had begged for once they reached RIII, and even now he was glued to it, fingers dancing across the screen.
"Still in love with that, ey?" she ribbed, plopping down in the co-pilot seat.
He didn't deign to look at her as he responded. "It lets me tune the entire ship from my seat. If the Force is real, then it's blessed me today."
She snorted. "I'm not sure that's how the Force works."
He shrugged. "Doesn't matter, still cool."
"Just…don't get used to upgrades like these all the time. It took 3 weeks for the crew at Forged in Orbit to rewire the ship so you could do this. You're lucky the Governor likes us, or we wouldn't have the credits to pull this off."
Just as he was about to respond, something started beeping on his console.
"Kriff… its a distress call. 1.2k from here." He looked up at her, the question in his eyes clear.
"Play it." She said, a message already sent to Kay to return to the ship.
…this is the Mindan Str…e are going d…wn, I repeat, thi… the Mi… tream and w… are under atta…
Kai was looking intently at his monitor, before he nearly gasped. "The IFF signature reads as…the Mindan Stream!"
Kel cursed under her breath, already buckling in and comming Kay.
The Mindan Stream is the Governors ship. She wouldn't let their biggest employer die.
Not until they were rich, or dead.
—----------------------------------—----------------------------------—----------------------------------—-------------
Today wasn't going super well.
And I mean sure, the deals with both CEC and Rendili StarDrive had gone well. CEC would get a few berths to pump out their much beloved
Rendili, on the other hand, got a few of the larger berths. See, business had been booming, especially in Minda, and some companies were getting big enough to expand out of the Guilds systems. And sure, they could go out and buy larger ships, pay the extra fee's and get them shipped all the way out here.
Or…they could join the Guild. Mercenary, Trading and Mining Companies of a high enough rank could order ships from the shipyards, with a discount! Not only that, but there would be a reduction in tariffs for the goods they shipped with any freighters bought in Guild territory for a whole year! Sure, it wasn't a massive reduction, but any good capitalist knows that the little things add up.
And of course, Rendili was the only company building any ships large enough for the companies to consider using for out-of-system trade and convoy protection in Guild territory.
Overall, it was a good deal. Certainly more attention grabbing than I would've liked, but at this point I have just around 2 weeks before 0BBY, so any extra bits and bobs that made me look more accomplished would be for the best.
So why isn't my day going well?
"GOVERNOR! GET DOWN!"
That. That's why my day is going badly.
I duck down behind the cockpit of the Mindan Stream, as one of my bodyguards throws a grenade over the ship. Through the glass, I can vaguely make out the shapes of the veritable swarm of Wretches that had attacked me mid-flight.
Somewhere in that swarm was the creature that shot us down. You'd think it was some AA gun, but nope. The stupidly large spear of what looked to be bone of some kind that was sticking out of my ships left wing didn't seem like the work of a turret.
With me were the 6 bodyguards that were on the ship with me, along with Oioro and both the pilot and co-pilot. It was a small crew, but we were just flying over to the newly redesigned city of Goltri to officially open their first secondary school. Not a big deal to most, but it was the first place of education higher than elementary school there so it mattered to them, and it would make me look good on the holos.
Again my guards raised up and took aim, slinging bolts of green death down range at the advancing horde. Only generous amounts of grenades, and the two heavy security LECA's that were obligated to follow me everywhere kept the creatures from turning us into unflattering pulps of flesh.
Honestly, it's a miracle that those thing both fit in the limited storage aboard the ship and survived the crash.
DangerFightUp!!!!
I don't question Mugwuffin's magical assistance, I just turn in the vaguely upwards direction I can feel through our connection, my pistol raised.
Just as I do, a Wretch launches themselves with such force that their legs shatter under the strain of their enhanced muscles. Flinging themselves over the ship and right at me.
My blaster roars, and only my clear vision of the creature combined with the fact that it was literally falling at me ensured I hit all my shots. Six heavy looking bolts of green plasma slam into the creature, turning its face into mush.
I roll to the side as its corpse splatters on the ground. Only the fact that the Commander insist that I and my forces use higher quality blaster gas combined with my upgraded and expensive pistol allowed me to 6 shot a Wretch. It would take a dozen regular bolts to kill one of these on a good day.
As this happens, an earth-shaking roar is heard, and through the horde comes a beast of a Wretch. Standing at twice the height, it seems to be four or so people stitched into one creature. Still bipedal, and standing at about the height of the LECA's, its many eyes stare in pained hatred and its mouths scream in wrathful agony.
The LECA's immediately focus fire on it, their shoulder mounted projectile launchers covering it in fire and death.
It keeps barreling through.
Just as it's about to reach the ship, an explosion rings out, and I instinctively duck down.
When I look up again, I see heavy laser fire saturating the area from a nearby ship. A ship I recognize. It fires off a bevy of what are normally anti-ship torpedoes, turning the entire horde into dust. A few go flying off in the distance, impacting what I assume to be whatever shot us down.
As the ship lands, I see the helmeted heads of the Loyu family walking out.
They are getting a fat fucking paycheck, of that I'm certain. And permanent jobs. Hopefully.
If you find talent, you never let go, right?
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Hi there folks! Sorry that this took longer than I wanted. These chapters are really fighting me. Cause I want to finish the arc before putting the story on hiatus, but I also want to just throw myself into writing that other fic. I have spent far too much time messing around with like 7 different magic systems.
Also, I spent like 5 hours playing DnD with some friends I don't see in-person very often. My character was a Cleric who was a scavenger that picked up a divine artifact from a forgotten goddess of life/healing, and now said goddess is forcing him to become her acolyte and spread her good word. Only problem? She has been weakened so much, she can only communicate through emotions. Like Mugwuffin. Except my character and her don't get along, so the prayer for casting Cure Wounds is more like "Bitch please heal me so your faith doesn't die" and shit like that. Really fun.
Anyways, feedback and comments appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller