The start of something grand.

[Price_]

Two years after the events on Freeport 10
Isaac Shaw and Richard Price were sitting at a bar in some back corner of New London.
Having spent the last two years trading they had been able to afford to buy an Albatross for Richard to haul goods in,
and Isaac had some how been able to afford a Roc though he would never tell Richard how he got the money.

"We are going where?!?"
Richard screamed across the table causing a few heads to turn.
"Omicron Alpha."
Isaac said taking a swig of his beer.
Listen I already have everything worked out, we will pick up ore from Dublin and run it through Edinburgh to tau-31 I heard of a jumphole that lets you bypass all of the military ships. From there we can take it to Malta they will be more then happy to let us unload it, then we can use it to buy cardamine and take that back to Rochester and sell it to the Junkers.
"Isaac... We aren't smugglers this is not what we were suppose to be doing... What happened to our dreams of huge mansions orbiting around Manhattan?"
Richard said staring at his old friend. He was worried what was going to happen, Isaac had been acting strange lately and had been running off and coming back with bruises and burns he refused to talk about.
"Trust me Richie. Everything is going to be fine."
Isaac stood up finishing his drink.
"Now come on lets get going"


"Isaac... Graves is the other way isn't it?"
Richard said into his radio as they enter Dublin from the New London jump gate and turned not towards the BMM field where Graves was but towards the field that was constantly crawling with Mollies.
"Yeah. We ain't going to Graves though, we are meeting a couple friends of mine up here don't worry.
Isaac had left out certain details about his plan he knew his friend wouldn't be to keen on. He never intend to buy the gold.


As they passed through a dense gas cloud they saw a group of ships in tight formation sitting in the middle of the cloud where scanners couldn't pick them up.


"Agent Shaw, about time you showed up. Is this the transport you told us about?"
This is exactly what Richard had been worried about. As he looked over his helm he counted three very heavy fighters, two bombers, a gun boat and another transports.
"Yes sir. has there been any changes in the plan?"
"No, everything is still going to plan. The convoy is entering the system any minute now we should get in position.


"Isaac what is going on! Who were those people? Why do they have all those ships? Why did he call you agent? Its time to come clean dude!"
Richard screamed into a private channel.
"Okay... I guess I owe you that much. Those are all members of a terrorist organisation called the CrossBones, and we aren't here to buy gold.
He stopped a minute pausing to let his friend processes what he had said before continuing
"The Bretonian military is moving something out of some nomad system they found. Its posing as a shipment full of gold because whatever it is they don't want people knowing about. The CrossBones is here to pick up this weapon whatever it is and we get to keep some of the gold."
"wait, why are they letting us keep the gold? how did you find out about all of this? why are we even here?"
"It's for a good cause Richie I swear...
"Damnit Isaac! Is that how you could afford that ship? Is that where you've been recently? You've been working with these guys?


"Here they come. All fighters engage the escorts! clear a hole for the bombers to target those transports! ALL HAIL LORD GOTHERA!"

The military convoy was taken completely off guard by the attack, they lost two of the six fighters before they could even react.
One of the Crossbones fighters lost a wing and dive bombed into one of the transports the explosion taking out its shields.
The Bretonian fighters were swarming around the gunboat having not noticed the bombers coming from below.
The transports wide belly making a large target for their torpedoes, the one that had been crashed into was the first to go the other two taking evasive action trying to avoid the second attack from the bombers.
Two of the Bretonian fighters break off and began attacking Richard.


"ISAAC! THEY'RE ON ME!"


Richard screamed taking evasive actions of his own.
Isaac fired another torpedo destroying the second transport and then broke off quickly destroying one of the fighters attacking Richard.
The second breaking off the protect the last transport but it was to late.
The gunboat and fighters had already destroyed all of the other Bretonian fighters and quickly disabled the last ones ship leaving him helpless to watch the third and final transport get shot down.


"good work boys! now quickly short out that cargo! lets get out of here before anyone shows up. Agent Shaw I expect you to report to Kirkwall tomorrow for new orders."
"Yes sir. Long live Lord Gothera." Isaac said before switching back to the private channel with Richard.


"Look Richie... I know this isn't what you expected bu-
"No Isaac, don't try and explain this one. You've done a lot of stuff before, a lot of stuff I didn't think was necessary... But this Isaac... I never dream you were capable of this level of malice!" Richard said cutting him off.
"Look we've got to get out of here before more military show up lets get going...

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