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Edward Thatch. Handsome. Talented. Ladies Man. All words he would use to describe himself. But there was one word the authorities preferred. Pirate.
The Bretonians had a warrant out for his arrest. Police watching for him to raise his head. Bounty Hunters, hoping to claim that million credit bounty on his head. But he was Edward Thatch, a brilliant ship captain if ever you'd seen one, and boy was he proud to have escaped capture for so long.
He touched down on Planet New London, setting down away from the spaceport to avoid any official recognising him, or being logged on any system. There was a pub here in the continent of Bromley, a job for him to take. It paid well, assuming the fuzz didn't catch him. They hadn't yet, why now?
Walking towards this pub, The Last Post it was called, he noticed the familiar uniform of a Bretonian Police Constable up ahead, and heard footsteps quicken behind him. He was trapped, with had no choice but to enter the pub. Thatch opened the front door, entering as calmly as his beating heart would allow. This was close, too close for comfort. Could this be where it all ends? Thatch darted into one of the alcoves around the edge, the light not quite illuminating it right, which only served to help hide his face.
They burst through the doors, slamming them into the wooden frame and heading straight for the bar. Speaking to the landlord, he shrugged his shoulders, clearly not knowing who they are after, not by name of course. It wasn't until a constable turned to leave that he was spotted. Thatch considered running for freedom, no job was worth waiting around for like this, but could see the flashing lights through the window. He was trapped.
Well lads, it looks like ye've bested me. I'm not in the interests of dying today, so let's say I come along quietly now?
He held out his hands waiting for the cuffs.
The ride in the police van was quiet, they didn't even speak to him. On reaching the police station they took him to an interview room asking questions that he, politely, declined to answer. He knew the drill, and wasn't looking to incriminate himself futher, hoping that by delaying they'd have to let him go eventually, or slip up enough for him to escape and contact his small crew.
After another line of questioning, mid way through really, the two Constables got called out. They looked irritated at being interrupted, but left the room, closing the door behind. He didn't hear the familiar "click" of the lock engaging. This was his chance. He began fiddling with the cuffs, trying to free himself. Good lord they made these things tight. More struggling, and then the sound of the door opening again. No, it couldn't be. The opportunity went as quickly as it came...
But it wasn't a Constable that entered the room. No, this was.. Armed Forces.
"Oh dear, they're certainly less forgiving"was all he could think. What was this becomming, an execution? He knew he'd been a nuisance, certainly made things harder for them sure, but he didn't think enough to kill them...
Mr Thatch, I presume?
She took a seat opposite him, placing a file upon the desk.
You've been a spot of bother for these boys, they certainly didn't want to let me come talk to you. Still, my position affords me certain liberties they cannot overlook...
Where are my manners. Lord Brigadier Sonya Callahan at your service. I believe, Mr Thatch, that we could do with your particular skill set. I like your drive, I like that you kept us at arms bay for as long as you have. What if I told you I could keep these fine men and women at bay, make them look the other way whilst you did your craft. We would expect you to stop operating against Bretonians of course, but there's plenty more targets out there, and it certainly helps that we would leave you to.. to your work.
And, let's pretend you have the right guy for a moment, what kind of cut would you be looking for ma'am? Still, think you have the wrong sailor. I'm just a trader that's been assaulted by these brutes..
Oh Mr Thatch I know I have the right guy, but if you want we can leave you to rot in Newgate, it makes no difference to me.. Oh, but if you want to come clean now, we don't take a cut. It's all yours...
She stands, heading towards the door
There's a letter in that folder Mr Thatch, and a pen. If you want your freedom, sign it, and I'll ensure all charges against you and your crew are cleared.
She left without another word. He opened the file, as best he could with the handcuffs still on, and inside, as she'd promised was a letter, the paper thick and the writing gracefully written through means of calligraphy. At the top of the page, three words, beautifully written large and clear.
A miner from Dublin that came into the mining due to his father. The family was working all the generations for the BMM.
Ando took over the old Arrastra type miner of his father and worked for the Graves Station in Dublin. The war with Gallia made the trade with Gold less attractive, the demand for Alloy and other war related resources were higher.
In his desperation to make up for the loss he once pirated a small group of IMG freighter's. The demand was little and it was a success, he brought home enough to keep the family going. He hasn't told his wife and kids about the incident, because he was too ashamed about it.
But the continuous lag of work kept him falling back to the idea of a small pirating trip. The freighter's were small and harmless targets, but the focus of his mining equipment slowly shifted towards a weaponized mining vehincle.
Usually Ando stayed in Dublin and focused on his life there, but many traders flew to the close jumphole to Edinburgh, to not let them get away and undermine his authority he went after them to Edinburgh.
In Edinburgh he made his first successful attpemt on an IDF-Convoy which brought him a fortune compared to the small IMG and independent traders, but the risk was a lot higher and he had to watchout to not get compromised by the escorts.
Soon he was confident enough to focus on only Gallic vehicles and escaped the Gallic Naval forces a few times after they had him on their scanners.
One day he came to a fight with bretonian Privateers that got into a fight with the escorts of a larger Gallic trade convoy. It was the group of the QCP Privateers. He has heared rumours that they are out there, but he has never seen them before. After he saw the bretonian flag on their ships he helped them to make the escorts rethink their position to finally let loose the demanded money.
After the successful day he joined them for a drink on their hideout in Edinburgh. They even gave him a fair share on the pirated Credits. They gave him the advice to focus his Credits on a better suited fighting vessel and linked him with a contact to get a used Challenger-Type Bomber.
But with another ship other problems would arrive. The family that still believes that he is a brave working miner would get involved.
After some more successful raids in Edinburgh and the Tau's together with the QCP he opens up towards his family and discussed the investment in a new ship. At first his wife was afraid about his engagement as a pirate, but she told him, that if he would ask the QCP to become a part of their group, he would have the backup and guarantee that someone can bring home his escape pod.
He first kept that idea for himself and was afraid to talk to the QCP about it, but after the hideout in Edinburgh became his point of operation he decided to finally make the contact to that ship dealer they told him and then talk with the QCP about an engagement in their group under their flag for bretonia
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