The Drunken Junker

[JunkerTown]

On board the Telemakhos Gypsie, James and Mia are seated as the ship leaves La Fortaleza's docking bay.
Just outside the base the zoner salvager takes up position just behind the Claymore.O'Gordon.
Gypsie's command chair looks more like a furniture found in a house than a seat on a ship.
Resembling an old style throwback recliner its surrounded by strange nick knacks and loads of drug paraphernalia.
Fuzzy dice hang from one of the command screens above his head.
While a small statue of a dancing hulu girl sits on the monitor in front of him.
Its a bizarre eclectic mess of gadgets, garbage and grime.
He looks right at home.
He says...

No worries my friends leave everything to ole Gypsie here!
We'll get your boys outta the void and keep you's safe while we do it.
Now as you might be able to tell I've made some changes to the sally.
Added a few things, subtracted some stuff and moved other crap around.
Just lemme set the ship into auto pilot and I'll give ya the full tour!

Gypsie pushes a few buttons on the console bringing the ship into formation behind the Gordon.
He jumps outta his recliner and over towards the couple now standing.
James holds up his hands signaling to Gypsie to slow his roll and says..
Gyp ole buddy, we ain't got time for the tour.
I'd be happy to see the rest of your ship and all you've changed once this is done.
Right now I just need you to show Mia and me one room.
Take us to medical please so Mia can get setup to treat the wounded..
Alright?

Gypsie comes to a halt and nods his head affirmatively while saying..
Right I hear ya!
Ok ok bossman no sweat ya know!?
He claps his hands, points at a door and says..
Rock and roll! You two follow me!!
The three make their way thru the ship and over to its medical quarters.
Inside the equipment is adequate with some of it being better than average.
Even with the decent surplus of medical technology the room is a wreck.
The medlab resembles a drug den more than a medical triage.
Bongs, syringes, empty vials and flasks litter the area.
Different colored pieces of fabric hang from surgical lights producing a mood lighting effect.
Mia and James take pause at the grotesque conditions of the facility.
They both slowly turn to face Gypsie with puzzled looks on their faces.
James says..
This.... THIS is your medlab?
It looks more like a meth lab Gyp!
Hey maaan.. what can I say?!
Don't need to treat many wounded usually bro.
Mia replies..
And they call Junkers dirty?
Gypsie shrugs his shoulders as he chuckles a bit.
James turns to Mia and says..
Well babe seems you have your work cut out for you.
Think you can make it ready for rescue?
Uhm ya sure.. well ready enough I guess.
Good.. then make it so!
Gyp lets head back to the command deck and start picking up pilots.
Mia starts moving feverishly fast cleaning and prepping the room.
James and Gypsie head back up to the command center.
Taking their seats James brings up the communications console.
He messages Murphy onboard the Gordon.
Murphy this is JT anything on scope?
Naw boss dun see nuthin yet.
James then radios San Juan Command.
SJ CIC whats the sitrep now?
Sir we have no sign of any ships in the area now.
All Congress vessels appear to be destroyed.
No sign of the Nomad ships either.
Arriving at the last known coordinates of the Nomad ships they find nothing.
Nothing but debris from destroyed ships along with Junker ejection pods.
Just a few minutes ago there was extreme chaos and now just silence.
Eerily quiet... too quiet.
James says..
Ok Gyp lets start bagging up my boys and getting them onboard.
Mia are you ready back there to receive?

Mia here..
As ready as I can be start beaming them up.
With the Gordon still close by the Telemakhos starts beaming up the ejection pods.
One after another come aboard and Mia does her best to treat their wounds.
Several minutes later and with almost a dozen downed pilots on board.
More Congress support ships show up to assist in the rescue.
On board the Gordon Congressman Juan Sanchez operates a turret console.
His ship a Waran bomber sits in the docking bay fueled and ready to go.
As the Zoner salvager scoops up more downed Junkers suddenly the small Nomad ship materializes in full view.
The ship moves sporadically around the Telemakhos and then stops below the ship.
Hovering so close to the salvager it cannot be fired on by the Zoner guns.
As suddenly as it appears a strange unrecognizable screech is heard throughout the ship.
Its ear piercing scream is deafening as the Telemakhos's video screens scramble disabling the flight controls.
James, Gypsie, Mia and the rescued surviving Junkers clutch their ears.
Mia lets out a blood curdling scream..
James manages to reach his communicator and presses the 'panic' button.
A red alert is sent to all Junker ships and stations including the Gordon.
Murphy sees it and springs into action...
Oight boyz oor Arbita's in trouble!
Fookin jelly is too damn close fer us to shoot it!!
Juan git oot der on yer bomba an take it oot!!!
Si senor Murphy.
Hasta la vista mi hermanos!
Juan climbs into the cockpit of his bomber Gladius.
He undocks from the Claymore.O'Gordon and moves in close to Telemakhos.
Targeting the ship he scans it as he approaches firing range.
The scan reveals the Nomad ship identification and classification.
He relays the data to San Juan.
A split second later Juan engages the Nomad and fires.
As the alien craft jukes and dodges the incoming fire the strange signal dissipates.
The Zoner salvager's controls come back online as the screeching ends.
All on board the Telemakhos breathe a sigh of relief as they regain composure.
Gladius and the other Congress ships engage the Nomad craft trying desperately to hit it.
A few seconds later another larger K'hara ship decloaks appearing near the Gordon.
Claymore.O'Gordon's crew scans the larger ship.
They also relay the data to San Juan.
In no time the large guns from the Purifier open fire at Gladius.
Juan Sanchez calls out..
Aycaramba mucho grande Nomada! VAMONOS AMIGOS!!

Murphy calls out from the bridge and over comms..
Oight boys ere dey oor!
Torgit tha' beg arse bastar' an FORE ot will!
The Gordon targets the Purifier then launches it's large salvo.
A few shots land but only bring the shields of the alien ship down slightly.
Even with its size the Nomad is able to avoid most of the battleship turret fire.
Congress bombers and fighters rush in to attack and another Nomad emerges!
Bigger than the last one it is just behind the Gordon and begins firing!!
With all turrets already facing the Purifier the Congress flagship is unable to return fire.
It scans the alien vessel and relays the data back to San Juan.
Gordon is taking on heavy fire and sustaining massive damage.
Congress bombers and fighters struggle to evade the barrage of incoming fire.
Suddenly the small Nomad ship sweeps in emitting that same strange signal this time at the Gordon.
Murphy and the Junker crew onboard fall to their knees while covering their ears.
The Arbiter systems scramble and the shield fails!
With its shields down the Nammu closes in on the Gordon from the starboard side.
An array of purple pulsating lights smash into the hull of the ship causing breaches in multiple middle sections.
The Claymore.O'Gordon erupts from the center and splits the ship into two large sections as a final message is sent..

Almost appearing in slow motion the large battleship breaks apart.
As it falls apart ejection pods begin firing from the forward and aft sections still intact.
Gypsie maneuvers the Telemakhos quickly to avoid flying debris from Gordon's hull.
Dodging thru the wreckage James manning the tractor beam locates and targets Murphy's pod.
Just as the beam locks on to the pod the Labraid returns.
It emits its own alien tractor beam that begins slowly pulling Murphy away.
James checks the scanner and sees a Congress fighter ship nearby known as Xenon.
He says..
Xenon help save Murphy!
Engage the K'hara!!
Without hesitation the Junker Collector swoops in and fires on the Labraid.
The shots find their mark and drop the shields on the Nomad craft for a second.
It darts away releasing it's hold on the ejection pod holding Captain Murphy.
Telemakhos beams him up and Mia rushes Murphy to medical.
Unconscious but alive Mia checks his vitals and scans him for injuries.
Suddenly Murphy yells out!!
FINNEGAN!!!
Mia startled steps back a minute.
Murphy slips back out of consciousness and Mia tends to his injuries.
As the Telemakhos engages its cloak drive James says over comms..
ALL CONGRESS FALL BACK TO LF!
RETREAT ALL SHIPS... RTB!!

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