Colin flipped through the IDs, each an old face, an honourable one. The fathers of the Mollies today. This worried him a little bit, especially in conjunction with the message on the datapad. Was this the return of the Union? Was it some sort of threat, a declaration of return? If he recalled correctly, the Broadsword used to be a UoG ship before the Republic had been founded... or something. Mollies weren't good at keeping history. Had they stolen it because they thought it was theirs? Breen paused in his thoughts. Who are "they," anyway? The UoG are gone, dead, left, scattered. None are left now. None. But who...?
It had to be leadership.
There were all the IDs, and whoever it was had hacked through Arranmore like he'd designed the systems. Probably had, realistically. That meant it could only be one of the old councillors...
Phantom... Breen hadn't heard much about Phantom. He was probably dead and gone some place.
Ghostface... they'd got a transmission a few months ago, from Ghost. It looked liked he'd died...
Michael Carruth... he'd stepped down and left. He wouldn't come back to do something like this.
Patrick Quinlan... he'd disappeared almost a year ago, and hadn't shown his face since.
Daniel O'Shay...
Breen smiled.
Daniel was still around, the old rascal. He was currently retired, living on.....
Belfast.
Could it be? Could Daniel be the one behind this, for some reason?
Breen sat back in his pilot's seat and fished the odd gold coin out of his green coat's pocket. The solid gold, the shamrock, and the Werewolf. He'd seen one like this, ages ago. Back when he'd first joined... he'd been in Arranmore's bar, looking for Daniel. He actually asked Daniel where he could find him. That was lucky... well, over a single drink, he'd poured out his entire life story and why he needed to join the Mollies. Daniel looked surprised, Breen thought in retrospect, at the long story. Heh. And then he'd given him an identical coin, told him to talk to the secretary and show her that.... nobody else did that sort of thing.
The coin was Daniel's signature.
Breen pushed the hat back on his head, glancing out at the dark Chester system.
Northern patrols were quiet, they hadn't reported anything.
That meant somewhere in this system, there was a Broadsword with Daniel on it, and he had an agenda Breen couldn't fathom. That meant quite literally that the chase was on.
He called in to Arranmore, told them to bring the Landsverk up to cover the Dublin side of the Chester hole, sealing off the system. he flicked the rows of switched in his control panels, boosting his Discovery Scanners up to maximum as he punched the throttle, shooting the massive fighter toward the planet.
