God, stop that damn noise, we know what's going on!!
So, that was the twentiest try? and how many tries you may need to START
THAT DAMN ENIGNES??
Ma'am, the Reactor's Hull is still
Yeah, damn, I KNOW. Reactor leaking, Decompression in sections 38 to 54, Towers one to eight out of order not to mention the other thousand things we had to fix.
But we're not in a hurry.
Indeed, it seems it will take a LONG time till we're ready to leave the dock.
So, calm yourself, let the ingenieurs do THEIR work and*sniff*uhhhh look forward the time when the shower in the Captain?s Cabin will do IT'S work.
Captain well, maybeif we're able to bring this decomissioned wreck online again.
I lean back in the Captain's Chair my Chair closing the eyes to let the circumstances which brought us in here pass my mind.
Soul of ..well, it ought to be Soul of something.that was the name painted in Big letters on the Broadside of the Oucast Destroyerwhat was left of it, as the Salvage-Crews docked the remains of this mighty Vessel here on Corsica Outer Sanctum. As I spoked to them, they said the Ship's got its good days passed, it's Crew scattered through the stars, it's last mission over.
I think they're wrong.
As I came here, in search for regaining my strength, trying to forget the years which lay behind me, to the Sanctum of the Outcast, Corsica, it sounds unimaginable to me that a group of men came out of the same prison where I've seen the first light in my life. One of them even seems to know my mother!
And they told me that the life there was getting even more worse than I do to know it. Cramped cabins, bad food brings sickness, many of the Inhabitants got insane by the overpopulated sphere. As a result, the supervisors are making their fun with letting the unwilling swim in fresh airwithout a spacesuit. Just dump men and women out of the airlock like rubbish.
"Where this one cames from are countless more!" ....they spoke of us as..things..not people.
My head pounding with weird fantasies about the helpless people their, mixed with my own past, I found myself on the surveillance-platform.
Here the viewer had a perfect sight to the shipyards, where a salvagecrew just brought in a battered Destroyer wait!
As I saw the burned Callsign of the incoming ship, an Idea begins to form in my mind
Soul of .
Soul.
Hope.
Victory.
If there would be someone, who could show the homeless ones, the people with no influence to the government, the cheap working Hands...yes, who could show these people that it is even possible to WIN the fight against the corrupt systemsomeone who could give their ruthless wishes of a fair justice a Soul.. to plant a Soul in their chest, where up to now is only bitterness a flaming soul, which will burn away the filth of those cursed scums in the government then millions will rise and wash away the corrupt state which controles them, to make room for something better... maybe a place, where it's no use for pirating to stay alive.
Ok, I AM a dreamer but without dreams , I suppose, none of us would be here, right?
So, back to the present.
A Symbol of Hope, victory a Soul foryes, a Soul for the Justice we all need more than everything else.
A Soul of Justice.
I looked down to the remains of the Outcast-Destroyer it's Broadside burned, the machines out of commission, holes where Torpedos hit it's Hull, the Bridge open to space but I could still feel it's pulsating Heart, the will to fight on, the wish to be refitted and send again out there to kick some Liberty-money-filled-Ass.
Up to now, a dream.
But I am shure there will be a crew of men and women who dreams the same dream as I do.
I am shure we can do thiswith the right tool in our Hands.
I smiled as I looked again down on the Ship.
And .. I swear! I've seen it smiling back.
I opened my eyes... uhh.. chronometer says i've slept for over 1 hour now.
I lean forward, a quick look over the bridge.. as i felt a soft vibration under my boots.. activating the status-monitor and the incom, a pulsating sound of starting machines reached my ear...
"Captain Ma'am, Engine here... Reactor online... Output 46% ...switching to internal Source, now! We're on!!"
Yeah, we're on.. the first step is made.
I grin fiercly...
Liberty, be careful... a storm is comming.
And it's name will be Soul of Justice.
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>>>Message to High Command, Mia Bonello
>>>Request: Commando
Greetings to High Command, Order of the Maltese, 101st.
Formally we request permission to acquire the Outcast-Destroyer
Soul of Justice
The ship is currently at the Omikron-85 Ship Yard, ready for decomission.
We are sure of beeing able to refit the Craft and to use it for support purposes to garant
safety for all our People, mainly in the Alpha, Beta, 37 and 85-systems.
As a second purpose (and with the ok of the High command) we will operate in the Liberty-Space at nearby Rouges-Bases to support the member of our Alliance-Partners.
