The Reunion

[|Scarecrow|]

Marcus followed Sayne into the bar, scowling as he went. He didn't trust the ex Hacker one bit. At first the man had claimed to be Marcus' brother, which had turned out to be one of his schemes. If it werent for the simple fact that Marcus and his Black Flag Corsairs were hopelessly lost in this new dimension, if that was what it really was, Marcus would have killed Sayne the moment he saw him.

Sayne indicated several seats in the corner as he went across to the bar. Marcus walked over to the table and pulled out one of the chairs. It grated across the metal decking, turning the heads of some of the closer patrons. Marcus scowled at them and sat down. His palm computer began beeping quietly at his belt. He removed it and flicked it open.

"Scarman," He said bitterly.
The voice of his comrade Zed Raphael crackled over the speaker. "Where abouts are you sir,"
"I'm in the local tavern, to the east of the landing platforms. I'm with Sayne Jadyn. Tell everyone to spread out through the city and find out as much as they can about where we are. You and Skyler get to this bar; we're going to have a chat with our old friend."
"Understood," The communicator went dead just as Sayne returned with a couple of tumblers.

"Lets see if the Dublin Malts are any different here,
Marcus' face portrayed no emotion as Sayne dumped the tumbler in front of him. He didn't even glance at it.
"Come on Marcus, lighten up," Sayne grinned. Marcus remained still.
"I'm here to talk about how we get to the Freedom Fighters Jadyn, if you insist on attempting to engage me socially then I will simply get up and leave."
"A man of business," Sayne said as he took a sip of his whiskey. "Alright then, we'll talk about the Freedom Fighters. I have a plan..."

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The LNS Avalanche sped on at maximum cruise speed, the majority of her crew asleep in their bunks. It was the middle of the night cycle and Marcus had given his crew some well needed resting hours. He was running his ship on a skeleton crew for the night, hoping that they didn't run into anything serious. He sat in his command chair, leaning on his chair arm with his chin on his fist trying desperately not to fall asleep. Captain Wade and Ensign Powell had the helm, whilst Lieutenant Kaye stood at tactical.

We are approaching a class J nebula, Victoria said smartly, breaking the silence and jumping Marcus out of his sub-conscious. She was still ignoring him as she had been since their encounter in Astrometrics.
Anything out of the ordinary, Marcus asked, sitting up in his chair.
Nothing, Victoria replied as she ran a sensor sweep through the nebula. Wait,
Marcus raised an eyebrow as she tapped away at her console, What is it Captain,
Sensors are picking up several antimatter distortions. They are ships, at least, I think they are ships, but they seem to be shielded by some rudimentary cloaking field.
Go to yellow alert, Marcus spun around to face the tactical console, If they are trying to hide themselves from us then they give us reason to be suspicious.
He turned back around to face the helm. Open all sub-space frequencies.

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