Set myself up with a self-training exercise, plenty of threats, limited repairs, no ally support. This time…. This time id make sure i did what i needed. Fighter attack groups. Seven contacts. Normally i wouldn’t fancy my chances, but i was determined. Some quietly whispered words to myself, just a boost to counter my own mental uncertainty. One group, then another. Shields wavered a bit, and some minor holes in the wings. Nothing Freeport engineers couldn’t fix.
Returned, got fixed up, refuelled. Checked to see if Cat had left me a message. At this point i should have expected exactly what i saw, but i guess i’m more concerned shes in need of me n Daros to help her. Except we cannot seem to find out where she went. Launched and was met with Order. I remember them from awhile ago. They went missing for a time. Wondered if some nomad had gotten them alone. What i actually asked was if they’d annoyed the wrong superior. The response was pretty much yes.
I sat there, perusing my charts and notes, making plans for tomorrow after some more training, to go and explore Omegas some more. Something didn’t add up. There was a gap in my systems. one of the Omegas was missing. Might be worth investigating why. Checked sensors, Lock and Revenant. Need to keep more aware than that… if they were nomads… i would probably be dead about now…
Neither of them seemed to be focused either though. Revenant was her usual, cryptic self and Lock seemed to have matters to deal with in relation to the Hitmen. We did talk a bit about the surrounding groups though, and the Coalition. For what good that’ll do. Talking about them wont change how they are. Nor solve the problems. Revenant departed, and Lock got a call too. Something about a ship and being ready. Probably some sorta anti-pirate tech? I dunno. Not my place to query. Not sure i really care either.
Alone once more, Freeports steady shipping traffic being quite intermittent. Couldn’t concentrate. Figured with there being such silence around Delta, that my usual spot round the back of the sun would be a good place to hold out. It was, for about as long as it takes one to settle down to relax. Locks voice. Seemingly close, yet… how? He would have been at Durban by now. More than likely out of hearing range.
He spoke again, and his “right-hand” responded. Close. And yet they weren’t anywhere to be seen. Did a lap of the planet, and. A disturbance. A ship, materialising. Large capital, Carrier class. He called it the “Bastion”… and i must admit i was quite surprised to see such a vessel in the Bounty Hunter forces. I wasn’t even sure they were able to run such a ship to its full effectiveness. Maybe they’re leaning on the core for support. He told me a bit of the ships past. How it had been in a losing battle, repaired then abandoned, re-found and returned to service.
As much as i’d liked to have remained, it was getting late and i was planning a trip for tomorrow. Rest and provisions.
