Nightmare on Shetland

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Commander Tyler Reks

Reks felt a chill running down his spine. It was that feeling, what he didn't have for a while now. Finally something bigger then scaring pirates and pitty bandits away. This is something big. Being an ex-marine, who got fired for his habit of causeing more colleteral damage than good, now a security force commander of Orbital Spa and Cruise was waiting for an opportunity like this for long.

After shuting the communication console off, he turned around and gazed at what he might need. There were combat knives, guns and all kind of survival and military gear on the shelves and in boxes. After finishing the list of things to gather, he walked out of his room and walked towards the cockpit of his ship. The OSC|Foothold wasn't a warship, what he was used to, just a Serenity transport, but it did the job well. Everyone nod as Reks passed by, noone wanted to disrespect him. They all remembered what happened last time. As he entered the pilots area, grabbed the inner com mic.

- This is Tyler Reks , listen up! We've got a boogie at Shetland, protocol 5. You all know what that means. Grap 15 caches, load the rest of the stuff that was schedueled to the Shetland and we'll move out. You've got 15 minutes. Reks out!

Then he turned to the pilots and without even the slightest sign of humor or doubt, gave them the orders:

-Fire the engines up, plan our course, I want to be there as fast as possible. Set your timer to 15 minutes, once it's up, close all doors and take off. Who ever is late stays here.

-Yes, Sir ! - replied one of the pilots, while the other started the routine takeoff checks.

Reks walked back to his quarter while continously rubbing his fist.

- This is gonna be one hell of a ride.

The OSC|Foothold left exactly after 15 minutes and headed straight to Newcastle. It wasn't a long trip from Curacao, but enough for everyone to suit up and check their equiment. As they arrived to Luxury Liner Shetland, Reks sent a message to the OSC communications HQ.