Hotaru no Haka

[Eppy]

Two Years Later...

Hotaru was what would be referred to as "Filthy Rich." She had acquired, from her uncle's sale of her father's holdings, 900 million credits, and was now the proud owner of 60000 shares of Samura stock and a Saber in the Lane Hackers' Kusari Operations Squadron (of which she was also a ranking member). Their operation was fairly simple: Hack the lane, disable the train and strip the cargo pods, which were remarked and sold back to their intended destination at a fairly lower price. Nobody but the shippers complained.

She was working a loading crane remotely from the cockpit on Leiden's fligth deck; she'd recently been down to Colorado and seen a rather good Liberty Rogue pilot drop four LPI Liberators-quite the feat, in a Werewolf, possibly one of the most bricklike ships in existence-using four Sammaels, and she'd decided to complement her Hellflurries with them. They'd go well with the Debilitator and the Sidewinder. Leave those bloody Bumblebee pilots something to think about.

Her earpiece pinged as she finished manipulating the crane, and had begun to scramble outward onto the wings to fiddle with the power couplings (bloody touchy things on the Hellflurries, but they were likely to be sturdier on the Sammaels, being the simplistic-but-effective bricks they were). It said Scramble; looks like they'd gotten an easy target on short notice. She finished fiddling with the couplings, flipped back over to the cockpit and pressed the ignition switch. The Sabre purred to life, and the red bars on the side of the new Sammaels lit up like the gates of hell. Grinning nastily, she popped the helmet back onto her vac-suit and hopped into the seat. The canopy descended and her helmet-HUD flickered to life; she quickly qued up for a a position on the launch rails. Another day, another hole in Kusari's pocket. She leaned back as the rails catapulted the Saber out into the vacuum, letting the inertia take hold and deriving as much enjoyment from it as she could. There wasn't much left to her, she knew, besides this little job-she didn't have a social life and she could program any system known to man, so what was there left to do-but by god, she'd give it her all. That's what Dad would have wanted.

//Critique me! Critique me!\\

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Quick comment - we thought that Panzer was the Leader, Swift. -Agmen

Which Dreadnought was that?

One of your nine.