Dawn of a new era on Freeport 9

[Knusperflakes]

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Sender ID

Lucas Garmendia

Location

Freeport 9, Omicron Theta

Time

02-03-835 A.S. - 13:58 UST

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Dawn of a new era

Lucas was wandering through the corridors of the Freeport, his thoughts drifting from the ongoing repairs on the station, to the potential nomad invasion, the soon-to-be arrival of Jerard Voncloud, his future co-administrator and finally to the upcoming visit of Bartholomew Kelsomagus, the CEO of Omicron Supply Industries. As he was walking through the aisles, steam was occasionally leaking from a pipe and the one or the other floor panel was squeaking – signs that still much needs to be done here before the restoration can be considered completed. Finally, he remembered what he wanted to do: Find a potential office for Voncloud. He turned to the corridor on his left, leading towards Wing D, where numerous quarters and office spaces had recently been made accessible and renovated as much as the scarce time and resources allow. He did not get far before his assistant Julieta reached him.
<What is the programa per Señor Bob tomorrow?> she asked him.
<He is a man with little and precious time. So show him only the most important parts – whatever makes the station look its best. We have a cafeteria excellente, reserve the best table for him and ensure Margareta is cooking her famous Paella!>
He added:<And naturalmente, we will show him around the Decks A and B, which are in the best condition of the whole Freeport, and one of the functional biodomes. He needs to see that the food supply and processing works flawlessly. That is what the Zoners care most about usually. And simply lock any doors to rooms that might look less “presentable”.>
<Entendido, Señor! I will inform you immediately, should there be any other issues.>
<Oh and make sure the docking crew is informed about his arrival in the morning. We don’t want to embarrass ourselves already before he even sets foot on the station because they don’t know his ship.> He said while walking away.

At last, Lucas reached Wing D carefully examining all unoccupied quarters. There were multiple decks offering plenty of space – theoretically at least. In reality, only two of those decks were actually in a condition that they could be considered as a quarter and office space for a Zoner co-administrator… Lucas was searching for something large enough to host Voncloud, but still less impressive than his own living space. He wanted to maintain some kind of primacy after all, even if it is only subtle. Finally, he stepped into a quarter on the western corner of the deck, the one facing the yellow dwarf in the center of the system and – more importantly – Planet Pygar. As he looked out of the large window, he was convinced this is the right place for Voncloud.
<This view should remind him of where he comes from and where he needs to return to.> He thought.
<Leaving Pygar in the hands of those Phoenix pendejos that can’t even see a beneficial deal when it is right in front of their eyes, is unacceptable. Rumors spreading from traders and supply ship crews that frequent Pygar say they already have trained thousands of marines there – who knows what for. Food and water supplies on the planet are already at their limits and the living conditions are so bad, not even the Imperio Corsario, that is truly not picky, wants to set foot there. Without the help of the other Zoner groups that planet would have been abandoned long time ago…>

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[Pennyfield]

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Bob had reached the MFE Academy in Omicron Theta last Friday, following a brief stop at Freeport 9 to deliver supplies. He always had a liking for Theta, and not just because his niece, Jill, ran the academy there or because he loved seeing her daughter, his grand-niece. There was something about the system—the lighting, the relative peace—that appealed to him. Despite the occasional Nomad threat, it was a place he found comforting.

The sight of Freeport 9 still bearing the scars of battle wasn’t a pretty one, but Bob felt reassured knowing that the Corsairs, with the help of OSI, were making an earnest effort to rebuild it. From what he had seen during his supply drop, progress was swift.

As always, Bob was up early. He rolled out of bed in his guestroom at the academy, stretched his arms, and muttered to himself, “Another day, another station to inspect.” He took a quick shower, got dressed, and made his way to the cafeteria for breakfast. Over a cup of coffee and a plate of eggs, he recalled his conversation with Jill the night before.

“I’ll be late tomorrow,” he had told her. “Got a meeting with Lucas Garmendia over at Freeport 9. He’s giving me a tour, and we’ll be talking about the construction and upcoming upgrades.”

Jill had simply nodded, familiar with her uncle’s work ethic. Now, as he finished the last of his meal, he retrieved a small satchel from his room—containing a datapad, a flask of strong tea, and a few personal notes—and headed toward the hangar. His ship, a sturdy gunboat he affectionately called "Whatchamacallit", stood waiting.

As he boarded and ran the pre-flight checks, he chuckled, shaking his head. “Another meeting with Lucas… Hope he’s got some good news this time!”

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[Doc Holliday]

He didn't know whether anyone in Corsair or Zoner leadership knew he was on station but Doc was in the medical ward going over the repairs that were made and reviewing the new equipment that he had brought over. Asides a few power spikes it seemed the medical ward was in good shape.
The structure hadn't been in direct fire but repairs were still made as were re-enforcements. New supplies of medicines, special foods for patients, fluids and well, just everything were on hand.

Why was Doc there? The new medical staff he was providing was young. For them, it was their first assignment away from a Med Force base. The chief surgeon was young but experienced but knowledgeable. He was experienced in general surgery but had yet to see combat injuries. His assistant was a young lady from Planet Las Angeles. She was pretty and fit but inexperienced beyond medical school and internship. So dedicated to it she was that she didn't leave time for herself.
Lastly was another young man who would be another assistant. He was Bretonian but the three of them meshed well. Together they had much to learn about medicine, Omicron Theta, combat medicine and themselves.

"I want you to remember something," he told the three of them. "You are the only three friends you have on this station. Tensions are still there but be mindful of those around you. On this station you will see Corsairs, Zoners and the odd Hogosha. I want you to send me daily reports of what you are seeing." He looked at all of them. "Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir," they said in unison.

"Good," he continued. "You should have everything that you need here. How you arrange it all is up to you as this is your base of operations. When you need more supplies, let us know and they will be sent to you." With that, he headed for the lounge for a refreshment before continuing to view how repairs of the base were going.

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[MFE]Med Force One | Tales of Recovery|Med Force Enterprises

[Aazalot]

Entering into Omicron Theta, Voncloud had procured himself a Vulture. With the Loss of The Kaldra his treasured Eagle had gone down with the ship and he was buggered if he was going to hitchhike from Cortez, where the Black Sails had kindly dropped him off. He leant back into the seat as he cruised towards Freeport 9. The Last Communication he had everyone involved called for him to take up the role as the Zoner co administrator for the station, he was unsure of himself with the loss of his Carrier and having to give up Pygar but agreed to take the on the task. It meant he could do more for Theta then just float about with his thumb up his backside.

He cut the cruise engines of his Vulture as he closed in on Freeport 9.
"This id Jerard Voncloud to Freeport 9, requesting Permission to dock"
A voice came through his comm's though it was garbled at first, followed by a couple of clicks then a clear voice came through.

"Apologies for the moment of static administrator, you are cleared to land in bay 4"

Voncloud was taken aback. He hadnt even been to the station since accepting the job and yet he was already being called Administrator. He removed his glasses, rubbed his face before putting them back and took his ship in to Dock. With his Vulture secured on the pad and engines and systems off Voncloud exits his ship and looks around the bay. He noted the workers tending to various parts of the dock, a mix of Zoner's and Corsairs working diligently, together, not as superiors with inferiors but as colleagues and work mates. The only notable difference between them being their attire and accents. It was a few moments before he noticed a Corsair woman stood next to him.
"Excuse me, you are Senór Voncloud Sí? He looked at her and nodded. "Uh. yes I am, Voncloud...Sí"
The Women Smiled with a nod "Maravillosa! I am Julieta, asistente to Lucas Garmendia, the Deterrance and Corsair Administrator for Freeport 9"
She holds a hand out to shake Voncloud's which he takes by the fingers, lifts and kisses the back of her hand "A pleasure Julieta" He lets her hand go and looks around the bay once more before looking to her. "I will inform Senór Garmendia know you have arrived. And welcome to Freeport 9." She smiles before heading to the bay exit. Voncloud watchs her a moment then takes in a deep breath and nods. "It was the right choice..you made the right choice"

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