The path of Prospector

[Doom]

Chapter VI

Rescue
In vast space of Shikokou system not far from Deshima station stands Fuchu prison. It isn't connected with trade lanes and it is far from any patrol route.



There, at that lonely place, Kusary Naval Forces keeps many dangerous prisoners. Dangerous to their goals.
York was interested in only one. William Patrick. York made a pledge that Kusari people will remember that name if he isn't among living no more.
Engines on Yorks little fighter were stretched to the very maximum. He was speeding thru empty space to rescue his friend. In all of this, York had some stretch of luck. Due to earlier combat in California his phantom fighter was lost, and news about his new one didn't reach as far to Kusari.

- Advantage of surprise - York thought

Incoming transmission:
- This is Fuchu prison. Freelancer alpha one state your intentions here.

- This freelance vessel. I wish do dock for restocking. I was attacked by GC not so long ago and i suffered slight damage.

- Very well. Dock approved. But you must dock on outer moor. You have access ONLY to Equipment room.



If base technician could see Yorks face he never would let him dock. His face was frozen in some kind of strange, grim smile. He was ready to kill.
As soon as bay doors were closed behind him, York fired his side arm. Guard and sales man both died instantly. Another stroke of luck...Equipment room was sound proof, so any of noisy repairs wont disturb base commander. At that time York didn't know that, so he moved fast. He opened bay doors again and this time he flyed his fighter inside. It was only way he could get Patrick out of there. He had only one space suit.

- Ok...and now hard part. Thru the vents - York was thinking out loud.

He didn't know where Patrick is kept, or even if he is alive for sure, so first thing he did, he hacked into base mainframe in search of any valuable information. There was no mention of Patrick by name, but he found one report about captured pirate that is still in sick bay.

- Where the hell is sick bay?....i sure hope so that this prison has similar layout to liberty ones.

In small difference, it did. York found sick bay but it had too small vent opening for him to get in. He needed to exit from vent somewhere else. Next big opening was in the kitchen. He stormed out of vents with big blast killing two chefs. Siren went off....guards were alarmed. He needed to move really fast now. He ran into the hall way shooting rapidly and hoping that his bullets hit targets. Three doors down the hall was the sick bay. Bullets were flying around his head ricocheting from the walls. One of them caught him in the shoulder.

- Heh. It is good thing i go to sick bay - York thought while laughing

He shoot the lock on the door while running and entered into sick bay with a blast. He was followed by the bullets. York dropped on the floor, sliding to the nearest bed. He turned it over and made a cover out of it.

- Nice of you to drop by - Patrick said while taking another side arm from York

- Yes. You just lay here while i do all the work. - York replayed while shooting.

- What do you say that we leave this party. I don't like the music they play for us.

- Heh..i am all up for it. But it seems to me that we will dance one last dance in the hallway.

Both of them started to fire like mad man and soon there were no guards at the door.

- I may found another was out for us. - York said...- You block the door till i make my magic.

Patrick closed the door, but without the lock that didn't make too much difference so he blocked them with some beds and other equipment.

- There. This should keep them for whole 5 seconds. -Patrick said

- It will be enough. - York said while he fired into small vent grill that he passed on his way here. - Bring me that small oxygen bottle.

- Hehehe...i should have know it. You always have such a nice ideas. - Patrick said while bringing the oxygen. - How do you know that blast wont kill us as well?

- I don't! - Go to the far wall and take cover i will be right with you.

When both of them took cover under that turned bed York fired upon small oxygen bottle in the vent - Hold to your balls!! Here goes nothing!!!
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- I still cant believe we didn't died there - Patrick said while there were crowling thru the vents.

- Shut up and move. We really don't have much time.

Soon they were in the dock bay.

- Will, you open dock bay while i start the engines.

When door were opened and Patrick inside the fighter York flew out bringing weapon systems online.
There were only few police fighters outside. They really were caught with their pants down. Few fighters was never big problem for Yorks powerful fighter. They blow up in flames soon after Yorks fighter left the station.



Unfortunately they managed to call for help. And help came fast.
Kusari Naval forces appeared. No other then Pride Of Kusari under the command of Captain Igor Svaldi, and escorted by two fighters.

York opened com link.

- Hello Igor, so we meet again. Last time we met was very unfortunate for you. Lets make sure that don't happens again.

- This is Naval Vessel deLuna. Stop and prepare to be boarded.

- So cold of you....

deLuna started to fire. Missiles were coming form every direction. York knew that deLuna was to much for his ship so he engaged two fighters. One fighter lost his shields and sustained small damage to hull when destroyers missiles finally managed to catch up with Yorks fighter. Both, Patrick and York managed to eject but Patricks pod was damaged and didn't went into cruise. Crow, badly damaged drifted out of sight. deLuna tractored his pod to its cargo bay. Patrick was recaptured.

- I will be back, Svaldi. You haven't seen the last of me.