Martinique's Escape

[Les Salopards]

"I don't CARE. Just FIND SOME. Now get the FUCK TO WORK." Chantal's voice boomed through the GAT's cockpit before disconnecting. Chantal's personal guards, Cyrus and Liam, sat in silence. "How are we meant to find two lifters on such short notice." one spoke up. "Merde, how am I supposed to know Liam?" A few minutes passed before Cyrus started controlling the ship. "Lorraine. We check Lorraine."

The transport floated in the Toul nebula, shrouded in safety from any outside threats. "Are you sure about this?" Liam broke the silence. "The risk is pretty big, especially if the navy shows up." "Do you have a better idea? Either we risk the navy killing us or have Chantal do it for them. Now stop being a pussy and get your suit on. If there's more than one I'll keep the other pinned down." "Fine. Let's get this over with." Liam left the cockpit, closing the airlock behind him as he put on his space suit in the troop bay. Cyrus guided the ship out of the nebula, the Salins wreckage ahead of them. In the distance they could see 3 heavy lifters working on the destroyed station, no escort. As the GAT approached, the three pilots took notice. "Brigand incoming, we have to move. Go, back to Metz." It was too late, the GAT launched three cruise disruptors, two connecting the closest two ships and the third hitting a piece of scrap, letting the third escape. "Nobody FUCKING MOVE, try to run and I'm putting these guns straight through your front fucking windows." Cyrus commanded over comms. "Alright, alright, what do you want, money? No problem, insurance will cover whatever you want. Just let us leave." "No, we want your ships." Cyrus steered the GAT into position, the rear door facing one of the lifters. "Our ships? How do you expect us to give you these? We'll give you what they're worth, let's be reasonable here." Shut the fuck up! We'll take them by force then."

Cyrus lowered the rear door of the GAT, Liam standing in the opening, fully clad in a space suit and tethered to the ship. He pushed himself off, landing on the front windows of the nearest lifter. He placed an explosive on the window before launching himself back to the GAT. He set off the explosive, blowing a hole through the front windows of the ship. He flew back down, climbing through the hole and throwing the pilot's now lifeless body into the void of space. "Cyrus, I've got it. Things got a little banged up in here but it should still do the job. Grab the other one and let's go." Cyrus turned his attention back to the other ship. "You see that? Either listen or you're next. Easy way or hard way? Come with us or die." "Jesus christ, alright, we'll come with you. Just don't do...that." "Cyrus, let's go!" Liam yelled over comms. Scanners were showing a wing of navy fighters on their way in. "Fuck sake, let's go, you in the middle, Liam, you out front." Cyrus commanded. The three ships left for the Toul cloud, finding their way to Pelussin Base as the fighter wing lagged behind.

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