Freeport 44

[Soul Reaper]

You know, if I had a credit for every time the nomads attacked us, I’d be constructing two Freeports right now.

The Conference shot forward with a spine breaking velocity out of the cloud, Toledo’s silhouette loomed before them, they were headed directly towards Isis on a collision course. The pilot’s hands were moving with an alarming speed, giving commands to the stabilizers and control systems to do amazing strafing maneuvers, a moment after the pilot had yelled ‘shields down’, the hull had started to resonate with jarring bumps and tearing. The pilot, whose name was Steve Brown, looked back towards Marcus.

I thought these damned Assassin types hunted alone.

Oh yeah? Why don’t you open a comm. line to the 4 behind us and ask them to play fair?

Damned Intel, I mean, they could’ve mentioned the Mindnodes that travel with the pack.

Of course intel is wrong, these are Nomads, what did you expect? Now, reduce speed and re-route the power back the weapons, do that spinning wheel of doom thing of yours and give the bastards something to think about.

Aye aye sir, Jack it’s your scene man.

On it.

The Conference slowed down a bit as the weaponry charged up, the Nomads right behind seemed to do the same, however, they were already firing on the gunboat, this time, the damage they did doubled as the Mindnode behind started to catch up. Suddenly the Conference started to spin on it’s horizontal axis. Jack, the gunner and co-pilot, had already connected the weapons to the targeting system and had punched in all the variants to the ship’s spinning for maximum accuracy. The sudden volley of battle razors instantly burned though two of the unsuspecting Assassins, antimatter that was meant to melt titanium enforced hulls burned through biological layers and energy with sonic explosions. The other two Assassin’s immediately broke apart and started evading while still firing back, the Mindnode had already caught up and started firing it’s energy cannons, the people inside the Conference could physically feel the heat inside build up as parts of the hull blasted apart. In the meanwhile another one of the Assassins blew into sonic waves.

Additional contacts, bio-mass indicate Voidrunner type Nomad vessels, couldn’t pick them up ‘till they were real close, 5 of them inbound, ETA 5 seconds, Order defense wing inbound from Battleship Isis, ETA 16 seconds and closing.

What, they got cruisers coming up next or some ****? Damned bastards, continue firing, charge the shields.

The shields came on instantly as the storage of internal Shield Batteries were used up, although it didn’t do much effect, rather buying them some more time, the Voidrunners had no problems in catching up and firing their blasters, they also didn’t have any problem of getting killed as they were too fast for the targeting system to catch up properly. The shields of the Conference went down a few moments later.

We are in Isis’ firing range.

Isis would be holding back due to a chance of friendly fire, but Marcus wouldn’t take the chance of getting killed right now. He opened a line to Isis.

Isis command, you are clear to fire at will, don’t worry about friendly fire, I trust in your targeting systems more than you do.

The reply was almost instantaneous, the Order fighter wing inbound thrust apart and a moment later Isis unleashed a barrage of death from her cannons, the yellow/gold bursts of energy along with a line of light mortar fire ran through the extreme range in a second, passing the Conference’s hull by mere meters and even inches, and imploded on to the unsuspecting Nomad crowd. The Conference angled itself so it wasn’t directly in between the Nomads and Isis, this served to be a great chance for Isis, the Mindnode was the first to explode in a beautiful color display, and in the moments after the Mindnode’s destruction while the smaller Nomad vessels were in disarray, combined bursts from Isis and the Conference laid down quick death to anything that was moving. Marcus turned to the comm. console.

Thanks for the help Isis, would’ve gotten shred if it weren't for you, requesting clearance to land on Toledo.

Roger that, this is Isis control, no problem for us, you are cleared to land.

A few seconds later as the Conference approached, it vaulted below the Isis and angled itself to do a balanced burn into the atmosphere, a few minutes later they had touched down on a landing pad near one of the bases. Marcus stepped out to be greeted by an Order agent, he shook hands with him.

I’m guessing agent Hall is expecting me?

Indeed Mister Forge, I’ll take you to John right now, looks like you’ve had a rough flight.

Always do, I must say the space you control sucks.

Both the men chuckled as Marcus turned back to Steve.

Steve, get repaired 'till I'm back, will take an hour or two, more than enough for the repairs needed right now, the Order will be looking after your needs.

Aye sir.

Marcus followed the Order Agent in the complex, Charles was, as always, silently following behind, ready for anything. Marcus looked up as they went into the complex’s giant hangar.

Man I gotta get myself a place like this.

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