Crack in The Wall

[Culbrelai]

. . . Captain James Marshall , Liberty Insurgency . . .INS-Fretensis, The Bridge - Main Observatory / Omega-55 System The Captain stands at the observation deck, looking with a thousand-yard stare out of the bridge's large windows into the orange abyss of the Walker nebula. Today's the day. Today is the day when I and my crew pull off a deal that will allow us to lift ourselves out of our destitution. Perhaps we can afford to feel earth under our feet again - a visit to Curacao would be just what the doctor ordered. My crew certainly deserve it after the hell they've been through. The mysterious deal-maker no doubt knows they are employing a crew and ship on the brink, and like all of the miscreants we deal with, I am weary of their intentions... He sighs. Sir, contact! On our starboard side! the ship's intelligence officer, Lt. Wilkins suddenly exclaims. I turn towards her console and see the radar frequency congruent with a smaller-sized vessel, approaching quickly from out of the nebula. It should have appeared on our far scopes much earlier than it had - it is not entirely unusual for the contacts we are employed by to have their ships modified for stealth. I turn back toward the observation deck's windows to see the vessel itself, the coal-black hull absorbing all of the light of the Omega-55 suns, leaving no reflection against the orange backdrop of the nebula. It is a small, Storm-class gunboat vessel, commonly flown by raiding fleets of the group of former pirates that fly under the banner of the old Sol Coalition. We've had dealings with the Coalition before, though not in some time. Well, let's get this over with...

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