From the silent wreckage of the old Slaver's Union, a small fleet of ships, both worn and new, crept out of the Cortez and Inverness systems. The dead faction was left with no credits, no ships, and no members, but only memories that survived as nightmares of both former and current slaves. Many slept soundly knowing that the evil's of the Union were forever dead. Unfortunately, the universe of Sirius is never so lucky... Suddenly, it was reborn in a maelstrom of hatred and despair! It arose from the combined sorrow and stress that was caused by the creation of a private space station, owned and run by two brothers. This is the story of those brothers, and the rebirth of the evil's of the once again dreaded Slaver's Union.
The brothers were born in the New York system, the eldest being born on Detroit munitions, where he was briefly raised. The other brother was born on Planet Pittsburgh. The brothers were raised as blue collar working men, with honest parents. They grew up together dreaming of ruling their own lives, and making their own way. They sought to find their fortunes, and were naive enough to believe that a person could do so without ever crossing anyone, or stepping on the toes of the law. They saved for basic shuttles and began small trade routes, first taking goods from city to city, then planet to planet. Freelancers by nature, the brothers started with nothing and built their fortunes their own way. They did so by any means necessary; viciously opportunistic, they transported whatever cargo that paid the most. Within months of the brother's first flights in space, they both owned transports with crew, and had bank accounts that were practically overflowing. The brother's dreamt of taking these funds and building their own Freeport, a place truly open to all, from Freelancers to corporations, and even smugglers.
They pooled their private accounts amounting to a little over 800 million credits, and began construction of a secret base. The work was hard and proved to be a severe challenge, even with the help and advice of the commander of a Xeno base, who for unknown reasons chose to aid them. The basic core construction finished and left them with a large burden that they now had to constantly maintain. They struggled to keep their crew happy, fed, and most importantly, alive, while still adding onto the base. The younger brother, who is married with children, could not devote as much time as the other, and the burden caused the older brother to frequently visit bars and nightclubs [on nearby Planet Curacao], sometimes ignoring his duties to command the base, and drowning his problems with alcohol and cheap women.
Eventually, the constant maintenance of their base, lovingly dubbed "Oberon Starport", prevented them from continuing their freelancer merchant businesses. Credits began to drain and the brothers became more desperate, especially the oldest, who would rather die in the empty vacuum of the space station than admit that he failed. They took turns feeding the base and making short runs for as many credits as they could. Paranoia also fueled their desire for secrecy, and to make sure the base had the fuel to run its shields and make any repairs, while they struggled to simply create a 2nd level core.
When the younger brother finally had to take an extended vacation to tend to his family, he left the entire operation of the base to his older brother. After supplying the base to last for 1 week, the eldest brother, now in charge of Oberon, decided that increasing the crew might help speed along the construction. He increased the station's crew from 400, to 3,040. The supplies began to run out faster than expected, and the newer crew members struggled to take their work seriously when their commander spent most of his time aboard his ship, alone, leaving them to their own devices. Soon, small riots began to break out on the station, and the older brother struggled to maintain control. After surviving an attempt on his life, he fled to his Serenity class ship, where he and his ship's crew [of 5] sealed themselves in, activating the turret defense system. When the crew of the Oberon attempted to board the ship by force, the older brother suffered a breakdown. He opened the airlock without warning, but by pure luck, none of the Oberon's crew perished in the void of space. Their fate would be much worse...
The older brother, in an insane rage, sent the Oberon a single transmission, wishing them luck in the bed that they've made for themselves, then fired upon the station's communications relay, destroying the secret base's ability to call out for help, and even altering the access codes to Oberon's airlock. Now buckling from both the weight of his madness and the pressures of the base, the Serenity and her crew fled to the outlying systems, where the eldest began a drinking binge that lasted virtually a month. Meanwhile, the younger brother had no idea what was going on, and was not receiving any replies to his attempt to send digital mail to the base, or to his brother's ship, but ignored it under the impression that his older brother was handling the situation.
Once he had taken the time that he needed, he left his family on their home on Planet Los Angeles and brought his ship and crew out to the base. He saw that Oberon was in a state of disrepair, with a damaged communications array. Unable to access the base due to the altered codes, he resorted to finding his older brother, to learn what went wrong. After a two day investigation which led from Planet Curacao to Planet California Minor, Freeport-4, and back to Curacao, he discovered the final destination of his brother's ship. After a moderately long flight through open space, his ship arrived at Invergordon Station in the Inverness system. After combing the bar for information, which he inevitably had to buy from a few regular patrons, he found his brother aboard an old, unbelievably expensive Pilgrim Liner, of questionable space-worthiness. In his state of brief madness and extended drunkenness, his brother sealed in the crew of Oberon with plenty of water and oxygen, but not enough food. He also destroyed their comms array and changed the airlock codes (to prevent a suicide via the cold vacuum of space) as punishment. He had sent his Serenity and it's crew back to Curacao, locking the ships autopilot, and also changing its access codes, to prevent them from abandoning him and keeping his ship. He drunkenly sought out a new ship and crew "worthy of him" and settled on the Pilgrim Liner that his younger brother found him on. He spent virtually the last of his funds on the massive liner, and though he had sobered up almost a week ago, he was unable to send a message to his brother, as the liner's comms systems were inoperable, and required an extensive overhaul, and as he was also now a broke freelancer, he did not have the connections, nor the funds necessary to use Invergordon's comms systems.
Shocked and horrified, the young brother saw the sorrow and hatred that was breeding inside of his very lucid and sober older brother. He was quick to forgive him, but neither can forget. Neither brother, nor the crew's of their respective ships, can unsee the horror that lived inside of Oberon for over 20 days deprived of food, hope, and humanity. The two brothers launched their vessels the moment the older brother's liner was spaceworthy, approximately a day later. With emergency supplies loaded aboard both ships, and a skeleton crew aboard the older brother's liner, they then flew directly to Oberon to investivate what was left. While in transit in his liner, the older brother pulled the new airlock code remotely from the Serenity's logs. Once they arrived, he entered the code, which consisted of over 30 key strokes, pressed in a seemingly random and maniacal fashion. Everyone held their breath as the airlock slowly opened, revealing only an empty bay...
Their ships, both too large to enter the airlock, launched shuttles to board the station. The armed boarding parties, which included both brothers, went from corridor to corridor, room to room, finding horrible scenes of filthy, starved crewmembers and corpses lying in corners, covered in their own filth and waste. Some rooms and halls had bodies with clear signs of being gunned down by small arms fire. A single crewman spotted the older brother, and wildly charged him. The emaciated man wasn't considered a threat until he produced a sub-compact blaster. He was promptly shot and killed by the expressionless older brother. The search continued on, and after an exhaustive search of Oberon, they found 2,820 weak and emaciated survivors, 1 crazed and now dead crewman, 117 corpses who died predominantly violent deaths from blunt force trauma and blaster wounds, but also starvation. There were a dozen complete skeletons found dumped inside of a large, vertical ventilation shaft. The skeletons showed signs of polishing at the ends of the bones, often called pot polish. The remaining 90 crewmen who were unaccounted for were somehow never recovered. The total roster is as follows: 2,820 survivors, 130 dead/recovered, and 90 missing/presumed dead. Some of the survivors told stories of a group who resorted to cannibalism very early in the crisis, and those missing crewmembers were devoured down to the bones, and then crushed into mash. indeed, roughly 50 of the survivors, although weakened, were in far better condition than the others, and they also suffered from strange tremors in their limbs from time to time.
After the survivors were brought aboard, the brothers hid any evidence linking them directly to the horrors that occurred on Oberon, and created a cover story that would keep the police away. This story consisting of a broken communications relay that was damaged by floating space debris. The discontented crew caused the sole ship to flee, solely out of safety for the ship and her crew. When the ship did not return due to an error in both brother's shipping manifests, which caused them to both believe that the other was regularly visiting the base, the crew ran out of food, and unable to call out for help, began to starve, and some resorted to murder and cannibalism to survive. When the error was discovered, the brothers, complete with a new and refurbished liner, raced to Oberon to search for survivors. The condition of the half mad survivors, combined with the well constructed story prevented the arrest and prosecution of either brother, but without any form of freelance space station insurance in existence, no new income, and yet another expense in the form of a massive ship now weighing down on the two, they made a series of decisions that took them ever further from their honest and law abiding roots...
While repairing the base, the older brother decided to make a run with his liner, now dubbed the Bannockburn, the Outcast space, taking purely humanitarian supplies, albeit to sell for a profit. Upon safely reaching Planet Malta in Omicron Alpha, he decided the best product the take back was the highly illegal substance, Cardamine. He commanded his crew cautiously through space, taking the most obscure routes, and often flying through open space. Upon arriving safely at Planet Houston in the Texas system, he sold off the massive cargo for almost 20 million credits of pure profit. Possessed by greed, he took his ship back to Planet Pittsburgh, where he knew of the underground slave trade, having seen it once before as a teenage boy. He opted to commit one of the most devious and evil crimes in all of Sirius, the active trade of captive human slaves. The first run went off without a hitch, so he attempted a second. On his 2nd trip back to Malta, he encountered a privately owned Democritus class yacht/liner. The owner and captain, Johnathan Irving, was a young, broke, and desperate former aristocrat, more than eager to make the millions that the captain of this decrepit looking Pilgrim Liner was making, regardless of method, and a secret communication was created between the two captains and their ships, the Bannockburn and the Animus.
Upon revealing his actions to his younger brother, he was, to his surprise, met with an agreeable disposition. It was decided between the two brothers that they would resurrect the Slaver's Union that once ran the entire slave and Cardamine smuggling trade when they were merely boys, and that the Animus' captain Johnathan Irving, would become the first official member of their new, old faction. The younger brother opted to also purchase and refurbish a Pilgrim Liner of his own, and dubbed it the Valencia. Meanwhile, the Animus made a single complete run, smuggling slaves to Malta and returning with Cardamine, while the Bannockburn had made four. On the 2nd trip to Houston by the Animus, an AFG ship piloted by a freelancer stopped and self righteously attempted to arrest captain Irving. The arrest failed and a severely damaged Animus fled back to Omicron Alpha, calling out to the nearest Outcast ship for aid. The call was answered, and a squad of Outcasts accompanied the Animus to Tau-37, where the incident occurred. While the AFG ship was very nearly destroyed, the Animus slipped by and made it back to Houston. It was now no longer a secret that three ships, two of which are older Pilgrim Liners, are trading in drugs and slaves, and calling themselves the Slaver's Union...
The Oberon Starport, which due to cost cutting measures is run by captured slave, has now become a pit stop; it acts as both the headquarters and as a halfway point between the two most crucial points of space to the Slaver's Union, Omicron Alpha and central Liberty Space.[size=medium]
(01-22-2015, 12:40 AM)RheinlandRavager Wrote: From the silent wreckage of the old Slaver's Union, a small fleet of ships, both worn and new, crept out of the Cortez and Inverness systems. The dead faction was left with no credits, no ships, and no members, but only memories that survived as nightmares of both former and current slaves. Many slept soundly knowing that the evil's of the Union were forever dead. Unfortunately, the universe of Sirius is never so lucky... Suddenly, it was reborn in a maelstrom of hatred and despair! It arose from the combined sorrow and stress that was caused by the creation of a private space station, owned and run by two brothers. This is the story of those brothers, and the rebirth of the evil's of the once again dreaded Slaver's Union.
The brothers were born in the New York system, the eldest being born on Detroit munitions, where he was briefly raised. The other brother was born on Planet Pittsburgh. The brothers were raised as blue collar working men, with honest parents. They grew up together dreaming of ruling their own lives, and making their own way. They sought to find their fortunes, and were naive enough to believe that a person could do so without ever crossing anyone, or stepping on the toes of the law. They saved for basic shuttles and began small trade routes, first taking goods from city to city, then planet to planet. Freelancers by nature, the brothers started with nothing and built their fortunes their own way. They did so by any means necessary; viciously opportunistic, they transported whatever cargo that paid the most. Within months of the brother's first flights in space, they both owned transports with crew, and had bank accounts that were practically overflowing. The brother's dreamt of taking these funds and building their own Freeport, a place truly open to all, from Freelancers to corporations, and even smugglers.
They pooled their private accounts amounting to a little over 800 million credits, and began construction of a secret base. The work was hard and proved to be a severe challenge, even with the help and advice of the commander of a Xeno base, who for unknown reasons chose to aid them. The basic core construction finished and left them with a large burden that they now had to constantly maintain. They struggled to keep their crew happy, fed, and most importantly, alive, while still adding onto the base. The younger brother, who is married with children, could not devote as much time as the other, and the burden caused the older brother to frequently visit bars and nightclubs [on nearby Planet Curacao], sometimes ignoring his duties to command the base, and drowning his problems with alcohol and cheap women.
Eventually, the constant maintenance of their base, lovingly dubbed "Oberon Starport", prevented them from continuing their freelancer merchant businesses. Credits began to drain and the brothers became more desperate, especially the oldest, who would rather die in the empty vacuum of the space station than admit that he failed. They took turns feeding the base and making short runs for as many credits as they could. Paranoia also fueled their desire for secrecy, and to make sure the base had the fuel to run its shields and make any repairs, while they struggled to simply create a 2nd level core.
When the younger brother finally had to take an extended vacation to tend to his family, he left the entire operation of the base to his older brother. After supplying the base to last for 1 week, the eldest brother, now in charge of Oberon, decided that increasing the crew might help speed along the construction. He increased the station's crew from 400, to 3,040. The supplies began to run out faster than expected, and the newer crew members struggled to take their work seriously when their commander spent most of his time aboard his ship, alone, leaving them to their own devices. Soon, small riots began to break out on the station, and the older brother struggled to maintain control. After surviving an attempt on his life, he fled to his Serenity class ship, where he and his ship's crew [of 5] sealed themselves in, activating the turret defense system. When the crew of the Oberon attempted to board the ship by force, the older brother suffered a breakdown. He opened the airlock without warning, but by pure luck, none of the Oberon's crew perished in the void of space. Their fate would be much worse...
The older brother, in an insane rage, sent the Oberon a single transmission, wishing them luck in the bed that they've made for themselves, then fired upon the station's communications relay, destroying the secret base's ability to call out for help, and even altering the access codes to Oberon's airlock. Now buckling from both the weight of his madness and the pressures of the base, the Serenity and her crew fled to the outlying systems, where the eldest began a drinking binge that lasted virtually a month. Meanwhile, the younger brother had no idea what was going on, and was not receiving any replies to his attempt to send digital mail to the base, or to his brother's ship, but ignored it under the impression that his older brother was handling the situation.
Once he had taken the time that he needed, he left his family on their home on Planet Los Angeles and brought his ship and crew out to the base. He saw that Oberon was in a state of disrepair, with a damaged communications array. Unable to access the base due to the altered codes, he resorted to finding his older brother, to learn what went wrong. After a two day investigation which led from Planet Curacao to Planet California Minor, Freeport-4, and back to Curacao, he discovered the final destination of his brother's ship. After a moderately long flight through open space, his ship arrived at Invergordon Station in the Inverness system. After combing the bar for information, which he inevitably had to buy from a few regular patrons, he found his brother aboard an old, unbelievably expensive Pilgrim Liner, of questionable space-worthiness. In his state of brief madness and extended drunkenness, his brother sealed in the crew of Oberon with plenty of water and oxygen, but not enough food. He also destroyed their comms array and changed the airlock codes (to prevent a suicide via the cold vacuum of space) as punishment. He had sent his Serenity and it's crew back to Curacao, locking the ships autopilot, and also changing its access codes, to prevent them from abandoning him and keeping his ship. He drunkenly sought out a new ship and crew "worthy of him" and settled on the Pilgrim Liner that his younger brother found him on. He spent virtually the last of his funds on the massive liner, and though he had sobered up almost a week ago, he was unable to send a message to his brother, as the liner's comms systems were inoperable, and required an extensive overhaul, and as he was also now a broke freelancer, he did not have the connections, nor the funds necessary to use Invergordon's comms systems.
Shocked and horrified, the young brother saw the sorrow and hatred that was breeding inside of his very lucid and sober older brother. He was quick to forgive him, but neither can forget. Neither brother, nor the crew's of their respective ships, can unsee the horror that lived inside of Oberon for over 20 days deprived of food, hope, and humanity. The two brothers launched their vessels the moment the older brother's liner was spaceworthy, approximately a day later. With emergency supplies loaded aboard both ships, and a skeleton crew aboard the older brother's liner, they then flew directly to Oberon to investivate what was left. While in transit in his liner, the older brother pulled the new airlock code remotely from the Serenity's logs. Once they arrived, he entered the code, which consisted of over 30 key strokes, pressed in a seemingly random and maniacal fashion. Everyone held their breath as the airlock slowly opened, revealing only an empty bay...
Their ships, both too large to enter the airlock, launched shuttles to board the station. The armed boarding parties, which included both brothers, went from corridor to corridor, room to room, finding horrible scenes of filthy, starved crewmembers and corpses lying in corners, covered in their own filth and waste. Some rooms and halls had bodies with clear signs of being gunned down by small arms fire. A single crewman spotted the older brother, and wildly charged him. The emaciated man wasn't considered a threat until he produced a sub-compact blaster. He was promptly shot and killed by the expressionless older brother. The search continued on, and after an exhaustive search of Oberon, they found 2,820 weak and emaciated survivors, 1 crazed and now dead crewman, 117 corpses who died predominantly violent deaths from blunt force trauma and blaster wounds, but also starvation. There were a dozen complete skeletons found dumped inside of a large, vertical ventilation shaft. The skeletons showed signs of polishing at the ends of the bones, often called pot polish. The remaining 90 crewmen who were unaccounted for were somehow never recovered. The total roster is as follows: 2,820 survivors, 130 dead/recovered, and 90 missing/presumed dead. Some of the survivors told stories of a group who resorted to cannibalism very early in the crisis, and those missing crewmembers were devoured down to the bones, and then crushed into mash. indeed, roughly 50 of the survivors, although weakened, were in far better condition than the others, and they also suffered from strange tremors in their limbs from time to time.
After the survivors were brought aboard, the brothers hid any evidence linking them directly to the horrors that occurred on Oberon, and created a cover story that would keep the police away. This story consisting of a broken communications relay that was damaged by floating space debris. The discontented crew caused the sole ship to flee, solely out of safety for the ship and her crew. When the ship did not return due to an error in both brother's shipping manifests, which caused them to both believe that the other was regularly visiting the base, the crew ran out of food, and unable to call out for help, began to starve, and some resorted to murder and cannibalism to survive. When the error was discovered, the brothers, complete with a new and refurbished liner, raced to Oberon to search for survivors. The condition of the half mad survivors, combined with the well constructed story prevented the arrest and prosecution of either brother, but without any form of freelance space station insurance in existence, no new income, and yet another expense in the form of a massive ship now weighing down on the two, they made a series of decisions that took them ever further from their honest and law abiding roots...
While repairing the base, the older brother decided to make a run with his liner, now dubbed the Bannockburn, the Outcast space, taking purely humanitarian supplies, albeit to sell for a profit. Upon safely reaching Planet Malta in Omicron Alpha, he decided the best product the take back was the highly illegal substance, Cardamine. He commanded his crew cautiously through space, taking the most obscure routes, and often flying through open space. Upon arriving safely at Planet Houston in the Texas system, he sold off the massive cargo for almost 20 million credits of pure profit. Possessed by greed, he took his ship back to Planet Pittsburgh, where he knew of the underground slave trade, having seen it once before as a teenage boy. He opted to commit one of the most devious and evil crimes in all of Sirius, the active trade of captive human slaves. The first run went off without a hitch, so he attempted a second. On his 2nd trip back to Malta, he encountered a privately owned Democritus class yacht/liner. The owner and captain, Johnathan Irving, was a young, broke, and desperate former aristocrat, more than eager to make the millions that the captain of this decrepit looking Pilgrim Liner was making, regardless of method, and a secret communication was created between the two captains and their ships, the Bannockburn and the Animus.
Upon revealing his actions to his younger brother, he was, to his surprise, met with an agreeable disposition. It was decided between the two brothers that they would resurrect the Slaver's Union that once ran the entire slave and Cardamine smuggling trade when they were merely boys, and that the Animus' captain Johnathan Irving, would become the first official member of their new, old faction. The younger brother opted to also purchase and refurbish a Pilgrim Liner of his own, and dubbed it the Valencia. Meanwhile, the Animus made a single complete run, smuggling slaves to Malta and returning with Cardamine, while the Bannockburn had made four. On the 2nd trip to Houston by the Animus, an AFG ship piloted by a freelancer stopped and self righteously attempted to arrest captain Irving. The arrest failed and a severely damaged Animus fled back to Omicron Alpha, calling out to the nearest Outcast ship for aid. The call was answered, and a squad of Outcasts accompanied the Animus to Tau-37, where the incident occurred. While the AFG ship was very nearly destroyed, the Animus slipped by and made it back to Houston. It was now no longer a secret that three ships, two of which are older Pilgrim Liners, are trading in drugs and slaves, and calling themselves the Slaver's Union...
The Oberon Starport, which due to cost cutting measures is run by captured slave, has now become a pit stop; it acts as both the headquarters and as a halfway point between the two most crucial points of space to the Slaver's Union, Omicron Alpha and central Liberty Space.[size=medium]
The owners of the SU are now under contruction of a new faction which will convert the character's in the story to be known within the new faction idea will post new story in a few days.
Looks realy interesting... Nice to see more people sharing my idea! I was like wtf am i the only one that thinks Slaver RP should be continued? Hence the PR (Pirate Reapers) have slaver rp in it too, I m very sure our 2 factions could actually get along quite well! Looking forward to RP with your faction