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Errant.Venture · 07-05-2011, 06:53 AM,

Tereus jumped out of the refresher, grabbed a towel, and dried himself off as he walked back into his quarters. The routine was keeping him sane. He pulled on his thermal suit, then his tactical trousers. He strapped his side arm to his thigh, the spare mags to his hip. Tereus pulled the nano-armor over the thermal suit, then pulled on a faded, blackshirt, and strapped on his shoulder holster. He quickly slipped on his boots, and tossled his hair with the towel before throwing into the refreshers cleaning bin. He grabbed his flight jacket and made for the cockpit.

The day ahead was going to be busy, and Tereus was mentally preparing himself for the tasks at hand. As he punched in the ship access codes, he went over to the cockpits food synthesizer, and conjured up a nice warm stim drink.

'Ah,' Tereus thought, as he took the first sip of the day, ' Nothing like a good cup of morning stim.'

Tereus wandered back over to the Spatials flight controls, then nestled down into the pilot's chair, or the Throne, as he liked to refer to it. Setting his stim down in the chairs grav clamp, he quickly set to work punching in coordinates, and starting the pre-flight checks. Fuel'¦95%, Engine Efficiency 120%, Thrusters, online. Tereus punched in a few more coordinates into his nav map, and the spatial roared to life. With a groan of stress, the six modified deep space engines burst to life, and the ship lurched forward as it gained momentum.

Tereus turned, and toggled a few switches, turning on the automated shoot back system, the exterior ship scanners, and the ships frequency disrupter. The disrupter was handy, for navigating to rendevous points unnoticed. From his hiding place deep within the Jersey Debris Field, any miner, or pirate patrol would just see his ship as an anomalous EM spike, most likely from the last breath of a dying ship core.

As Tereus navigated the large chunks of debris, he started to run hypothetical scenarios of the first meeting with his new unit members through his head. While the Grey Men had stripped him of command of The Errant Venture, their keeping him alive, or rather, alive and in one piece, meant that they still had a use for him'¦despite this, it wasn't uncommon for the Grey Men to dispose of operatives such as himself, through untimely accidents at a rendevouz that never existed.

His failure in Liberty the first time wasn't of a grand magnitude, but it wasn't insignificant either'¦Tereus pushed the thought from his mind, and moved on to matter of logistics of the location where he would meet Major Sam Nightwood, and the mysterious Shadow Prowler. The rendevous was set for Hangar 12, Deck C, on Barrier Gate Station in Coronado. The fact that it was at a large and busy facility was reassuring, but it also meant that an unfortunate and fatal accident wouldn't arouse too much suspicion, should it happen.

'Gah,' thought Tereus. 'Always thinking of death'¦.' It wasn't unnatural. Tereus should have died many times, over the course of his existence and service, unfortunately Lady Fate had something else in mind, and he kept living to fight another day.

Tereus expertly navigated the spatial out of the debris field, popping up halfway between Norfolk Shipyard and Fort Bush. Turning of the frequency disrupter, Tereus navigated the spatial in to docking position with the tradelane. A few seconds later, His spatial was cruising through the tradelane, hurtling towards Norfolk.

With a hard deceleration and*woosh* the spatial dropped out of the tradelane, just a few hundred meters from Norfolk Shipyard. Despite its outdated technology, and Shipwright drones, compared to the grand shipyards of the Grey Men, Norfolk Shipyard had a working man's class nostalgia to it. Many a Liberty warship had been built here, and many a ship had seen its last days here, waiting decommission, and dismantlement.

Tereus' daydream passed, and he navigated at normal thruster speed towards the tradelane to Westpoint Military Academy. After waiting for a large convoy of Deep Space Engineering Alabatross', and a squadron of police patriots, Terues' spatial finally docked with the lane, and began its hyper travel to Westpoint.

A warning chirped to life on the spatial's command console, then quickly silenced as he rocketed past the DSE Convoy, and the not so happy Police patrol. The pirates, a lane hacker, and a few rogue bloodhounds, seemed'¦disappointed, at the sudden appearance of the two albatross' the eight DSE Security Escort Fighters, and the six police patriots. Tereus had to laugh, it was definitely not those pirates day.

With another quick deceleration, the spatial lurched forward, as it was spit forth from the tradelane, like an unwanted irritant from the sirian body. West Point Military Academy was surprisingly slow, considering the time of day.

'Just makes it easier for me' thought Tereus, as he cruised down towards the Caliornia Jump Gate.

It was smooth sailing all the way to Coronado, with only a slight upset traveling the lane to Planet Curacao. It appeared that a drunken mercenary had managed to crash his sabre into the Trade Lane in his drunken stupor'¦somehow mating his sabre, with the lane. It was really quite comical'¦well to bystanders. As Tereus chuckled, the massive Barrier Gate Station slowly faded into view. It really was a sight'¦a conglomerate of large hollowed out asteroids, mickey moused together by cross beams, and catwalks, all rotating around a makeshift city built on top of another hollowed out asteroid.

Tereus keyed his comm., 'Barrier Gate Control, this is Freelancer Delta 235, requesting permission to dock, with amenities, and resupply.' Tereus unkeyed the comm., and waited.

A voice crackled forth from the communicator, 'Freelancer Delta 235, you are cleared to land in Hangar 5, Deck A. A berth has been prepared for you, and technicians are standing by, please contact the Deck Quartermaster to arrange resupply and payment. For an additional five hundred thousand Sirius credits we will offer a complete restock of ship stores, and VIP status whilst on Barrier. Are you interested?'

Tereus paused, then responded, 'Sure why not'¦everyone's gotta live a little. Transferring credits now'¦' Tereus punched in his account access code, then wired the funds via neural net.

'Credits received, Have a pleasant stay Freelancer, a suite has been prepared for you in the Barrier Gate Resort. If you need anything, please, don't hesitate to ask.' With that the comm. Fizzled to silence.

Tereus let the spatial autodock, and went to work sealing off certain areas of the ship. The medlab, the assault bay, the armory, his quarters, and the cockpit, would all be locked down to avoid the ever nosy deck technician. He had given general access to the storage bay, and he set the rest of the spatial's compartments to auto-defense mode. In the event a deck tech got nosey, he would be unpleasantly surprised, and most likely wake up in the infirmary with his short term memory erased.

Tereus grabbed a silenced stealth carbine from the cockpit weapons locker, and tucked it away in his jacket, before taking the turbo lift to the cargo hold, and opening the bay doors. The deck plates separated, and the cargo bay lift slowly descended to the station deck plates with a hydraulic hiss.

Tereus waved to the Deck Master, who hurried over to him, with three deck technicians on his heels like a Labrador chasing a ball.

'Deck Master, I have compiled a list of supplies, that I need delivered, loaded, and properly stored and secured in my hold, by the time I get back. I will be staying in the Barrier Gate Resort, Suite 819, should any issues arise. I will be on Barrier for two standard sirian days.' Tereus handed the data pad to the Deck Master, 'See to it that these supplies are loaded safely, undamaged, and in a timely fashion, and I will reward you.' Tereus finished, as he slipped five hundred Sirius credits into the Deck Masters palm

'Yes suh!' The Deck Master quipped, and he quickly started barking orders to the technicians, who went to work. Tereus walked across the hangar deck, and then stopped to watch the technicians, as they scrambled to attach the hoses to the H-Fuel cells for recharge, ran plasma conduits to recharge the ships plasma stores, and even went as far as to pull out a lift, and wash down the cockpit transparisteel.

Tereus chuckled. If only they knew what the ship really ran off of, they would in complete disbelief. The fact of the matter was, that Grey Men technology was so advanced, primarily due to the infinite resources that the Gallic System offered, as well as a significant technological advantage over the rest of Sirius right off the the sleeper ship, that the power core of Tereus' spatial, was not much larger then a Nomad Power Cell, and had a exponential power output, compared to it. The H-Fuel was actually used to create the ships water supply, among other things'¦the technological specs were a bit over the top, even for Tereus, but the amount of H-Fuel that was stored on the spatial, was enough to sustain a full SGM crew of twelve for well over a decade. It was really a fascinating bit of tech.

Tereus laughed in his mind, and walked to the Hangar Quartermaster's office.

'Welcome to Barrier Gate, Freelancer, Control radioed ahead. Here is your VIP pass, a map of the station, and a complimentary bottle of vintage kusari wine.' The quartermaster handed the bottle to Tereus with a smile. The bottle was cryo treated, and cold to the touch. 'If there is anything else we can do for you, please just ask, and we will do our best to accomadate you.'

Tereus smiled, then leaned forward, and reduced his tone to a suave whisper. 'You know, there is actually something you can do for me.' Still smiling, Tereus slipped the quarter master a thousand Sirius credits, and the man's eyes widened at Tereus' generosity. 'I have some friends that I am supposed to be meeting, but I seemed to have lost their transmission, with their arrival plans.' Tereus paused, looked around, then continued, 'I know its not'¦your job,and I am not even sure your allowed, but I was wondering if you could keep me apprised of all Fighters, and freighters that dock, over the next 12 hours.'

The Quartermaster paused'¦then graciously accepted the cash, 'Sir, I think that is within my right. Is there anything else I can do for you today?' The quartermaster grinned.

'You know there is one more thing you can do for me,' Tereus stated. Slipping a holo list to the man, 'I need discrete acquisition of everything on this list, in the quantities specified'¦its all legal, just I like'¦anonymity'¦makes things easier. If you get this for me, I will make it well worth your while, here's a little something to get you started.' Tereus smiled that nonchalant suave smile, and slipped the man another eight hundred Sirius credits.

'Sir,' the quartermaster stated, 'You and I are going to get along just fine.'

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