Frank Gambit had had a pretty good week. He was makiing some decent scratch, and would soon be able to dedicate a fair amount of time and resourses to revamping his bar.
While he had not had any luck sealing a deal with Olsen at TinkersHaven, he had made a positive impresion with the guys of the AFC by taking care of a few errands here and there..
He was glad to have that feeling that people had his back. Going it alone was costly. But he had played it smart, always stopping off at Alcatraz and getting some of the Rouges there to run interference for him while he ran his load of synth weed into Manhattan. Guys like LR-The Stranger and LR-The Delivery Man and one or two others, had make good credits for doing next to nothing.
He had undocked from Detroit Munitions, with a load of contraband amo, when he got a call from {AFC}Banshe.Slaver[B] to head toAmes Research Stationand hook up with him for a run . He was on the last leg of the trade lane to Ames, when it suddenly went bust.
The Zoners have run it as a Freeport since DSE gave them control, and he half expected Xenos at the end of the lane. He relaxed a bit when he saw it was Rogue frequencies and Banshee Slaver, waiting in Orbit close to Ames.
He switched on his comms.
[20.04.2015 17:50:17] Frank.Gambit[V]: Sup Dudes
He set his controls to fall into formation on the Banshee Slaver.
[20.04.2015 17:50:25] LR-Shared.Bride: Chilling.
Once his ship was in position, he looked out his cockpit and nodded to Banshee.
[20.04.2015 17:50:26] Frank.Gambit[V]: Hey Boss...
[20.04.2015 17:50:33] Frank.Gambit[V]: How goes it
He checked his systems, and was getting ready to drop his shields and dock on Ames, positive that Banshe.Slaver had a plan already cooked up.
His comms unit came alive.
[20.04.2015 17:50:45] LR-Armchair.Traveller: Yo buddy.
[20.04.2015 17:50:54] LR-Armchair.Traveller: You ever think about joining up with the Rogues?
Frank looked over at the Rogues, wondering why the hell would they be so close to him and the station at the same time. He clicked his Mic.
[20.04.2015 17:51:20] Frank.Gambit[V]: Na.....I got a gig....*Tips his hat* but thanks..
Over his headset he heard Banshe come on the line.
[20.04.2015 17:51:29] {AFC}-Banshe.Slaver[B]: Banshe: he is with me BACK OFF
[20.04.2015 17:51:31] LR-Shared.Bride: That was not a question.
[20.04.2015 17:51:33] LR-Shared.Bride: That is a demand.
[20.04.2015 17:51:45] LR-Shared.Bride: You are going to join up with us or you will crash and burn.
Suddenly Frank wondered what was going on. He had been on good terms with the Roques, and supposed the Club was as well, at least he expected that they would honor the Freeport NFZ, and not risk getting their access codes denied there.
He clicked his Mic, explaining the situation to the two ships in front off him.
[20.04.2015 17:52:06] Frank.Gambit[V]: Yea....bro...I roll with the AFC...but no disrespect
[20.04.2015 17:52:15] LR-Shared.Bride: This guy?
[20.04.2015 17:52:23] LR-Shared.Bride: We just shot his gun off for being a tard.
[20.04.2015 17:52:39] LR-Shared.Bride: You run with the Rogues.
[20.04.2015 17:52:43] LR-Shared.Bride: Got it?
A secure com line came through his headset.
[20.04.2015 17:53:11] {AFC}-Banshe.Slaver[B]: land and get consumer goods.
Frank heard Banshees order and was setting up his ship to dock at Ames. He hit his mic again.
[20.04.2015 17:53:12] Frank.Gambit[V]: Dude...that aint up to me....
He swithced back over to the secure line with Banshee, and his headphones came back to life.
[20.04.2015 17:53:17] LR-Shared.Bride: Well, too bad.
He hit his mic to let Banshee know he had heard him.
Frank Gambit saw the first flash of fire come his way and miss his cockpit window by less than two meters. He instinctively slamed his fist on the Ejection Pod button, and was almost knocked out by the blast from the seperation between his cockpit capsule and his Voyager. Off to the left he could see his ship explode into a thousand pieces and bouch off of the station, causing some damage to the outer Hull of Ames.
[20.04.2015 17:53:26] Death: Frank.Gambit[V] was put out of action by LR-Shared.Bride (Gun).
The docking bay doors on Ames had already opened waiting for his approach, and he was lucky his Pod was ejected in the the right direction. He floated past the doors, and saw them shut behind him. The stations artificial gravity coming back online, his pod slammed to the hanger floor, and the docking bay pressurized. He could see dock workers start to gather around his cockpit window peeking in to see if he had survived.
"Will someone please get me frack out of here...." He yelled.
