Ah, a capital vessel approaching, lets hope he's a rookie!
[indent]<div align="right]John "Rip Rorry," and Jose "The Butcher" were staking out an ambush. The plan was to catch a few Corsairs who may stray into the edges Delta. The two Renegades were looking forward to some new blood for their hulls...
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There we go, an Osiris class. This'll be a though one, main guns online. Jose, got a lock on the integrity status of that thing?
[font=Times New Roman] The Butcher stands upond the data panel. Survey data that arrives from the advancer sensors of his old Ahoudori:
*stares at scanner*
-Well, my pirate transport looks new compared to that ship... we were awaiting corsairs, not this... relic...
-Hold the trigger Rorry!, that Osiris wasn't even owned by corsairs... is an Order wreck...
[color=#990000]*increases the scanning spectrum*
-that ship doesn't have life signals even... whoever who was there abandoned the ship, or died...
*the butcher begins to examine in details while talking with the weapons magister... suddendly they look like to think the same*
-Rorry... whatever is this wreck, was really ripped appart, is full of holes, my weapon's officer ratified what i was suspecting, those hits were made by the nomads, i have seen holes like this in my own ship, the holes have radiation remains that coincides with the nomad guns....
*something caught the attention of all personnel aboad the Storm Of Iron*
-Well, well, well,that happens when you're sleeping with your guard down jejej!! -said a gunnner.
-indeed!- the butcher replied
*after some adjustments, the scanners returns to the standard long range scanning mode*
-Engineer! slow advance! engineer! deviate power to the guns! Gunners! stay alert and ready, we've gonna see it from the other side....
*the Ahoudori moves below the wreck of the Osiris at safe distance, stopping at the other side, the Butcher smiles with satisfaction*
-Rorry, i'll send the feedback of my cameras.... better if you see it yourself....
*the images show two Hathor class gunboats, attached to the Osiris throught a pair of enormous wires, maybe extensible tunnels, in what looks like some "campaign maintentace" or some refueling operation, scanners show the same kind of damages, the tunnel-wire shows holes too, but the greatest damage looks like was made to the Osiris*
-caught off guard and in the worst situation possible... poor devils- the Butcher muttered.
Indeed... The crew must have never seen the Nomads coming.
[indent]<div align="right]Several indicators came to light on Rorry's data feed.
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Hmmm, seems their encryption system is down. One moment and I'll get a lock on their remaining data files, let's see what exactly happened to the crew...
[indent]<div align="right]Rorry's analyst punched in several keys before giving a nod to the Renegade leader.
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Data downloaded, streaming the final crew log now...
~~~~~~>Accessing Log
~~~~~~>Log Accessed: Opening Final Logs of Capital Vessel Yinepu
~~~~~~>Log Playing
The screen snapped on to show the bridge. An older man was in the captain's chair.
"Bring the Gaza and Tut in, divert Bat and Apis wings to sector three."
"Gaza and Tut are moored, proceding with resupply."
The bridge crew typed away. The man studied the map of the system and the blips. Suddenly, a few disappeared. He frowned.
"Bring Bat and Apis back. Something-"
"Sir, contact with Apis lost! Bat is divert-negative! Bat is lost!
"Where is Ha and Iabet wings?"
"Far side of Gammu! Thier coming in at full speed!"
"Disengage the Gaza and..."
The man grew quiet. The entire camera shakes.
"Arm a heavy round, full frontal fire! Have Iabet release Novas at,the port side! Get Imentet to cover them!"
"Negative, Imentet is down! Ha is down to twenty percent! Iabet is releasing novas in ten. We've lost contact with the the Tut...dammit, we can't disengage!"
"Activate failsafes. Purge all data. I'm initiating Malacos Protocol, Artivle Five. Begin sweeps, leave nothing. Continue firing."
It was mere seconds,before a light shown. The captain cursed.
"Shields are down!"
The captain stood and saluted.
The bridge tuened white, then black.
~~~~~~>Status of Battleship Yinepu: Critical, 5% power. Hull integrity at 43%. Status of Gaza: Power at 57%, hull integrity at 68%. Status of Tut: power at 53%, hull integrity at 65%. Fighter wing Bat: Lost. Fighter wing Apis: Lost. Bomber Wing Iabet: Lost. Bomber wing Ha: Lost. Status of data: Purged in accordance to Malacos Protocol, Articles One through Five.
~~~~~~>Log End
[indent]<div align="right]The feed faded out as Rorry viewed the wreckage from the observation deck. He was peering at the two Gunboat class vessels loosely connected to the bottom of the Osiris.
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Hmmm. Jose can you run a detailed scan on the Gunboats... Oh and see if the main hangers still have anything worth grabbing. We can yet make this venture a profitable one.
[indent]<div align="right]He mutters the word once more as he looked intently at the incredible Order fiasco. "Profit..."
-Scan more? we know all we can know scanning!, i'll get a group to aboard that wreck, the scans showed me an uncommon cargo inside, not clear, but metalic, who knows, maybe they were hauling very valuable materials.... using a battleship for that.
*makes some signals to few crewmates*
-guys get ready in your void suits, we gonna see what's inside that wreck! engineer, prepare the boarding tunnel,.... and take some guns, who knows...
[color=#990000]*not much longer, a group of renegades entered into the wreck, leaded by the butcher*
-you! come with me and we'll scout forward, rest of you, beware of the corridors- Butcher's voice sounded mechanic and void from the vac-suit speaker- We don't expect any resistance, but, you know....
-when one believes to be safe is when more vulnerable is!-chorused the rest of the group, reminding the drill-
-that's it!, now, let's hope our measures are unnecesary- said the butcher, and after a moment he added:
-pray if you want, but i don't want to hear it, uh?!-
*about 10 minutes later*
-well seems we're close to the cargo bay *walks to the door's pannel* and we have luck *touches some buttons*
PRESURIZING COMPARTIMENT IN 5...4...3...2...1... *said the female voice of a speaker nearby* PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHTTT!!!!
*the butcher looks at the small pannel strapped at the suit forearm* -well guys.... let's breath something better than the reciclated air-
With an "aaaaaaahhhh" of relief, the group seemed even happier, some of them even smiled, but the butcher headed without hesitation to the panel that controlled the great cargo doors.
-Hiromoto! your turn! hijack this door!-ordered the Butcher. The kusarian hacker began inmediately to break the safety passes on the door.
*after a pair of minutes*
Hiromoto smiled and said:
--door opens in....10...9...8... *the group became really nervous* i was joking! opens... NOW!-
-now i see why i had such chaos in the readings of my ship- muttered, marveled, the Butcher.
-hey... Jose, is that what i think it is?- said an amazed McMurray, who time ago, like Jose"Butcher",was a junker.
The butcher smiled and nodded. The image talked itself, amounts of molded pannels, hull components, and simmilar stuff, and all belonged to the Order...
*the butcher turned to the group and began to explain briefly*-this, as the good 'ol Murray though, are modular ships component, the standard method of contruction of the Libertonian shipyards in the matter of small ships like fighters and bombers, and Murray and me had....dealed with this kind of stuff time ago, fortunately for us, the Order followed the same contruction patterns from liberty... why will you change a thing that works so well?, also, those two Hathors bounded to this ship's hull... well seems that it will take a lil' time, but they're easily repairable, we can give thanks the nomads focused in the battleship.... This, fellow Renegades, ain't a common loot, this....
.....is a treasure!- yelled finally!
*after a a pair of hours investigating the biggest loot ever, the Butcher contacted with Rorry*
-Hey Rorry.... tell you what i found.... pieces to mount an uncertain number of snubcraft... and seems to be all tipes, some of my mates and myself we can deal with the assembling of most of them, this has been really a lucky strike........
[indent]<div align="right]Rorry's thoughts were vivid with the possible future ahead of himself and the Renegades as the Order remains were brought back to their flag ship deep in Omicron Theta.
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