The Uli Rouge

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On the dark side of Gran Canaria, a coiled serpent lay in wait.

Mission control, this is special operative Willow, do you copy?

Willow, this is control. You have arrived? Hows the Cloaking Device working out?

Indeed, I have, and this Cloak is a piece of junk; I had to shut it off getting here because it almost vibrated itself off my hull.. What has he Don sent me out here for?

The redheaded Outcast man known only as Willow twiddled his thumbs, tapping his boot continuously against the Rudder Pedal. His was a generic tragedy of orphanage, Cardamine, and the secret wars of Outcasts. Hessian parents dead in raid at five, life pod picked up by the Don, and so on.

Thats a secret.

Very funny, control, I have soiled my flight suit in my hysterics. I came a long way out of my way, straight through Corsair territory, for some odd errand I know nothing about. Fill me in or I will fly straight back to that little gunboat you have stashed in the ice field and torpedo it into oblivion.

Fine. And they told me you were a fun guy.

My lady just got blown up a week ago, I apologize for my impertinence. He growled sarcastically. Now do tell me what Im doing here.

This planet is the source of the Kalisti Gold. The Don, quite simply, wants it removed. Permanently.

The Don does realize that this is a job much more suited to several Dreadnaughts, yes?

He said youd say that. The Lord has put anything you can think of at you disposal. Control sighed pitifully. I wish I had you job.

No you dont, kid. Sounds like a job for an Antimatter Scourge. Maybe an AQS bomb. I suppose even several very large thermonuclear weapons would do the job. All of which any novice can use, provided he has a fast enough fighter to run away with.

Thats where you come in. Theres at least one Phantom down on that planet, and a dog thats been involved in some interesting going-ons. Even better, Fiona DeLunas at the target area. They considered sending in a Ghost, but decided they might not be able to resist the temptation to take her out. Thats not in yet. We need her computes raided, and we want you to get everything you can on the Phantom. If at all possible, capture the dog. THEN bomb it into oblivion. Of course, none of us were ever here. Leave no trace.

Nice, Snorted Willow, slapping the cockpit glass. The purple sheen outside began to waver. No, no, no! Work, you piece of junk! he kicked the side of the cockpit, and the cloak miraculously re-stabilized.

Hop to it. The Don awaits your requisition forms.

Send in for an AQS Bomb. Cleaner, more controllable than the Antimatter Scourge. Radio me when it arrives.

Will do.

Beginning manual re-entry. Willow Out.

Interesting. The agent said to no-one in particular. From behind his seat he pulled three ancient and trusty weapons, known by the Elves as an M14 Sniper rifle, a Semi-Automatic Colt .45, and a Rapier.

The cloaked Saber slowly dropped out of its orbit, flipping its nose skyward and beginning its long, slow path down to terra firma.

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Quick comment - we thought that Panzer was the Leader, Swift. -Agmen

Which Dreadnought was that?

One of your nine.