And all Her Majesty's men

[Wolfs Ghost]

Prison Station Newgate, Manchester System....
0200 Hours

"The Liner is here get the Prisoners onboard."
"Aye sir."

The heavy doors opened and two guards walked in grabbing Austin by his arms and pulling him out of the cell. They carried him three levels up and to a secured Air lock.

The trip to the Stockade was a boring one. He was filed in-line behind, Mollys, Gaians, Corsairs, and even some Kusarians. All ones he probably helped put in. Then, he was unexpectedly pulled out of the line and escorted to the second deck floor of the Stockade where he was placed in another cell. The guards walked off.

"Prisoners onboard, We're ready to start out journey to New London. We shouldn't run into any problems."
"Good good. Tell the Escorts to form on us once we're out from the mine field."
"Aye, Sir."

Austin's Cell....
0215 Hours

Austin sat in the cell quietly, the guy in the cell next door was rambling on.

"I...seriously do not want to die. They're going to kill us! I swear dude they're going to kill us!" Austin glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow. "Man, I swear! This government is corrupt! They'll kill us, I'm innocent!"

"Will you, shut the hell up lad? They're not going to kill us. They're just moving us to a maximum security prison on New London."
"How do you know?! You're a bloody traitor! What gives you the right to say what they're going to do!?"
"Because I've worked for this Government as a Lieutenant...Now, shut up. I'm going to go to sleep."
"Like you have nothing else to do you bloody traitor!" The guy spat shortly after, the spit never reached Austin.

"I do hope you're not a Libertorian.." Austin said with a glare.

Stockade's Bridge....
0245 Hours

"Birmingham Station is this the Captain of the Prison Liner, Stockade, requesting clearence to proceed to New London Gate."

"Brimingham Flight Control here, You're free to proceed, the lanes are reported Green across the board."

"Aye, thank you. Ensign Oldman, Engines to full take us about to the Tradelane and then get us going."
"Aye sir!"


The Stockade entered the Tradelane and gathered speed, followed shortly behind by a lone Bretonian News Ship. Shortly after the Tradelane was disrupted, ahead of the Stockade.

"Oh bloody hell.."
"Sir! Scanners are picking up Rheinland signatures!"
"Rheinland? What do they...."

Eric Richards, the captain of the Stockade, was caught unbalanced as the first plasma hit the ships shielding. He quickly recovered.

"Escorts! Get those bloody fighters! All hands prepare for combat!"

The Wilde Gunboat engaged the Prison liner, after bringing down it's shielding they targeted the engines. The engines shortly went offline from the Damage. Along with the weapon arrays.

Austin's Cell....
0250 Hours

He opened his eyes quickly hearing an explosion. "What the bloody hell is going on?" He stayed laying down just as another explosion went off.

"Escorts! Get those bloody fighters! All hands prepare for combat!" Came over the ship-wide communications.

"...Great, So much for a trial." He sat up and leaned back against the wall waiting.

Airlock Three....
0255 Hours

The Air Lock door slid open quietly, and a group of armed Marines stepped onto the Prison Liner, Two police Guards rushed forwards but where mowed down by the Marines. "Right, split two groups. Group two, get the package, Group one with me we'll secure the rest of the ship. Go!"

The second group quickly moved out down the hall way past the two, now dead, guards. While the first group headed towards the bridge.

Stockade's Bridge....
0256 Hours

"What do you mean we're being boarded?!" He shouted at his security team officer. "Get all the bloody guards to the high-risk level!" The security team officer nodded and turned running out shouting.

Armory....
0257 Hours

"Lock and Load boys, and girls!" shouted the Security team officer as he ran into the armory. He stopped seeing five people wearing full Rheinland combat gear.

"Bad timing." One of them said, his eyes glowing as he raised a pistol up to the officer and pulled the trigger twice. The officer grunted, then doubled over.

"Let's go. Ich don't want to be staying here when they find out he's dead. He must of came from das bridge. We'll head that way." The Rheinlander said, stepping over the officer's body and heading out from the armory.

Austin's Cell....
0300 Hours

He winced as an explosion ripped one of the nearby doors off. Five heavily armed men entered the cells, firing at two of the guards that where down their. One of the men ran towards Austins cell, pulling up a pistol and shooting the lock, Austin scrambled to his feet just as the door opened. "Guten Tag, Mr. Goodmen, you'll be coming with us." the man's eyes glew.

"Hey! Hey wait wait! What about me?!" The man in the next cell shouted. The Rheinlander walked over to that mans cell and put the pistol between the slot, then pulled the trigger. "What about you?" He said with a grin as the man slumpped over.

Stockades Bridge...
0305 Hours

"Bloody hell, the Security teams are getting killed. Ensign Oldman, You're in charge of the bridge! Hold it at all costs. I'm going to settle something I should have settled years ago." Eric Richards said, grabbing his pistol and marching proudly off the bridge, he was followed by everyone except Oldman.

Ensign Oldman gulped lightly and broke out into a sprint then ducked into the Captains room. Locking himself inside.

Midway, Corridor 5..One Story below the bridge...
0313 Hours

"Right, lads ready your weapons." Eric Richards said bringing his pistol up, and placing it resting it across his arm.

They waited.....

0320 Hours

Austin rounded the corner and blinked. "Oh bloody hell, you got to be kidding me!" He raised his hands above his head. Eric Richards looked at him "How the bloody hell did you get out?"

Another man walked around behind Goodmen carrying an Assualt rifle. "We helped him..." the man grinned and pushed Austin aside then raised the Assualt rifle and fired a burst into the blockade. Three of them dropped down, Eric Richards opened fire with his pistol, hitting the Rheinlander in the leg. "Really now?" He aimed the rifle directly at Richards and fired once. Richards eyes grew wide as he hit the ground.

His vision was going blurry as he watched boots run by, one of them stopped and knelt down. "I'm sorry..." Eric looked up to see who it was. It was Goodmen, his vision started to fade in, then out. Before he saw Goodmen get up and run off with the Rheinlanders. "Goodmen....you.....basta...." Eric's vision went completely dark and he could hear the faint sound of boots hitting the tile. He tried pushing himself up, but collasped, both on the floor and into completely darkness.

Stockade Bridge...
0340 Hours

"Captain of the Stockade, this is Jeffery Dixon of the Bretonian News Service! Come in! Do you read me?"

There was a long silence...as Captains door unlocked, It was deafly quiet, and a loud click could be heard, then the squeel of the door as it was pushed open.

"Captain of the Stockade, I repeat, this is Jeffery Dixon of the Bretonian News Server! Come in! Do you read me?"

Ensign Oldman stepped shakingly over to the Communications and picked it up. "This is Ensign Oldman. I read you."

"Ensign! Put the Captain on!"
"I-I'm sorry, the Captain's...dead. I-I believe I'm the only one a-alive.."
"Bloody hell..."
"Hold...Hold on."

He flipped a switch and a startled voice came over the Comms.

"Who the bloody hell is this? Captain!?"
"Negative, this is Ensign Oldman..whose speaking? Are you alright?"
"This is the engineering Chief, Ensign. Is the Captain alive?"
"Negative, Sir...Can you get the engines back online? The threat seems to have disappeared."
"Aye, I'll try Ensign. Until then I'm guess you're in charge around here. Is any of the bridge crew left alive?"
"I-I don't know...Get those engines back online so we can make an emergency landing on Birmingham."
"Aye, they should be coming online...now."

The ship rocked, and lurked forwards as power in the engines came back on. Ensign Oldman took to the helm and turned the ship about....

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