Capture

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Isabelle was now in her light uniform, one that allowed her to move with great ease - as well, an excellent one for hand to hand combat - but one that allowed to see much of her skin.
Perhaps too much, she thought, a little faint wry smile crossing her lip as she composed a serie of numbers on her holo communication device. But the kind of person she was about to talk to might be a bit more in favor of helping her... especially if it was an occasion to show off for a her.
Lowlifes.

Well, she didn't had much choice, she thought, as she finished entering the privacy sequence. It was a liberty army encryption, one that disrupted any attempt at tracing its comm source through a network of decoy satelites all around Sirius, and one that couldn't be recorded because the system automatically deleted everything on the channel a mere mili-second after. A very clean channel it was.

She paused for a moment, trying to remember the even longer sequence of code to reach her contact.
Well, there wasn't exactly treason in what she was about to do. These scums lived for the money, alright, but they were on their side. And what then if she showed a bit of her shoulders to them...
her real love...
she hesitated, before turning back to the sequence of number, punching them one by one as she recalled them.
Her real love still laid in Jimmy.

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Admiral Alban sat on his command chair, frowning - he seemed to be frowning constantly ever since the fiasco barely a few hours ago. No one really understood what was so troubling him, as he wasn't the man to concern himself much with failures.
That is, if no one was around to remind him of his various failures.

Gerald thought, there was only one person in all the navy who has ever done so, very openly, and worse, in public, to the powerful admiral. Coincidentally, general Kaitlynn was aboard this ship, and that person, was her.
Considering the admiral's current mental sanity, Gerald allowed himself to paranoid on possible assasination attempts.
Nah, actually, for all he knew, it was pretty much obvious the whole operation was, since the beginning, an opportunity for the man to kill the general discreetly in a near impossible mission. Everyone with a brain knew that even the best operatives on land couldn't just board a fully operating warship and take over without tremendous losses. It was a good thing the Tenabras was nearly empty as well...

Now he understood the anxiousness of the admiral. The shuttles being incapable of hyperspace anymore, they had to risk the Eagle Prime itself, one of the only warships that could constantly rely on its massive hyperdrive engine. Meaning, if something went bad for Kaitlynn and her men, Alban would basically be, along with the rest of his crew, dead men. None of them could even rivalise in close combat with the 106th soldiers, and were they to fail, all of them were risking their life...
Oh, he had to stop that somehow!

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"No... bounty fee? Ma'am, that's a bit hard to convince me."
Isabelle smiled as she saw the man hesitate for a long moment, looking toward her chest, before realising what he was doing, and gaining back a cold, calculating face.
Oh, the man was intelligent alright. A decent business man.
But a man with all the heart of a pervert ex-criminal for sure, she thought, laughing interiorly
"I know. But, a bounty hunter always get two choice, doesn't he. It's either hunt, or do nothing. In your case, the do-nothing is a rather tough situation, because you must finance your own bounty hunting guild warships. Maintenance fees aren't very beautiful, yes?" She made a charming smile, before continuing
"For that reason, my guesses are, you constantly drive around the omegas, at the hunt of your criminals, which you stack up in your holding cell, and get a good price per head every end of year when you go back in bretonia to hand them over to the police authority. That is, not counting all the warship wreckages you may sell at good price. All in all, profitable."
"... I must say, you knows quite well the way of my hunters, ma'am. But..."
She interrupted him, still smiling,
"However, you must admit that wasting your precious h-fuel uselessly is rather a large loss of credits. At this point, drifting in space in hope you will fall on a corsair convoy is a bit a gambling, even if they are very active in these systems. And mostly, it's about pilot fighter. I'd calculate you'd barely have less than a dozen of heads per day, or so."
She approached the holocam, as if giving the man a confidence,
"So, can you guess how many crewmen there is aboard a single corsair battleship?"
The man nodded, as if considering very wise words, all the while looking very intently, she knew very well, at her chest.
"I see. Hum... ah, well, please send in your vessel signature signal, ma'am. We certainly hope this shall be a... profitable move. We shall be following your trail as soon as possible."

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Meanwhile, Gerald heard the nav officer rise up from his console, yelling toward the admiral
"Sir, a station is blocking our way! We are being automatically dropped out of hyperspace by security procedures!!"
The radar chained in,
"Sir, we have one, I repeat, one osiris class battleships on our scope! And the station is openning fire on us! It is heavily armed!"
Oh dear, Gerald hoped whatever general Kaitlynn promised of a "escape plan" would work, as the ship shook slightly under the unexpected laser fire.

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