The Buccaneers Bay

[Capt. Henry Morgan]

Somewhere on Leeds
Ever since receiving a Letter of Marque from the Bretonian government, Captain Morgan and the remnants of the Buccaneers on Leeds had been engaged in a guerrilla war against the Gallic invaders alongside a group of BAF irregulars. War makes for strange bedfellows, the old saying ran, and never was that more true than today. Never in a million years would Morgan have expected to work with the Crown's forces for anything at all, especially after what they did to his wife. With the Buccaneer network on Leeds shattered and his home under foreign occupation, though, all they could do was fight to put things back the way they were.

That's not to say that the BAF was any more comfortable with the arrangement than Morgan and the Buccaneers, though. It took a long while, but Henry Morgan eventually reassembled the pieces of his shattered mind and mostly came to terms with the death of his wife. Those who knew Morgan best could tell that the pieces hadn't gone back together quite right, though. His humor was as close to the surface as ever and his loyalty to the Buccaneers was still unshakable, but he had developed a nasty sadistic streak that made many people, even amongst the Buccaneers, a bit uncomfortable. Fortunately, for the moment, he directed his impulse for brutality toward the Gallic invaders, who were understandably eager to get their hands on him.

The operation had been in planning for weeks, but the time was finally near. Morgan looked through his spyglass at the Gallic prison below. The prison had originally been one of the BPA's largest, most secure penal facilities on the planet, and it presently contained thousands of Buccaneers and other people that the snail-eaters considered a threat. If they could liberate this facility, they could start reconstructing the Buccaneers' planetside network, and maybe even consider getting back into space again.

Fortunately, his BAF liason had worked in the prison before the invasion and knew the place fairly well. Intelligence indicated that the Gallics hadn't really changed much since taking it over. Apparently they didn't consider a prison a priority for equipment or staffing when so much of the rest of the planet was still an active war zone. The planning for the operation required timing the attack from outside with a prearranged prisoner riot inside, and a BAF regular operation to keep the GRN busy elsewhere. With any luck at all, they should have several hours to liberate the prison and get away.

He put the spyglass away and checked his rifle. It was time to begin.

An Hour Later
The operation had gone surprisingly smoothly, proving that occasionally a plan of attack does survive contact with the enemy. The inmates quickly overwhelmed the guards from inside, leaving them totally unprepared for Morgan's force to hit them from outside. Before long, most of the guards were dead. The surviving guards had surrendered and were brought to Morgan. There were six of them, all of them wearing the insignia of a GRN conscript unit. Obviously they weren't going to send their best to guard a prison. As he looked over the surviving guards, one caught his eye. She was short with blond hair and couldn't have been much past her 18th birthday. Obviously they threw her into a uniform and sent her to the front with a minimum of training. He ordered his men to take away the other guards for execution, but he had something special in mind for this one. She burst into tears as Morgan forced her into a nearby cell.

A short time later, his lusts sated and with a bloody, blond-haired scalp adorning his belt, Morgan began organizing the prisoners into BAF and captured GRN personnel transports. There were a lot of laughs, handshakes, and promises of celebratory rum. The Buccaneers were back, and Morgan couldn't be happier. Soon, they'd be reorganized and life could start getting back to normal.

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