The Rogue Officer

[Wolfs Ghost]

Chapter One

Tayport Station, Dundee


"It can't be."
"Sure as hell looks like a stolen Templar."
"But, why the hell would he come here?"
"Because Colin Breen gave him permission to use this base."
"Pathetic. A rogue Armed Forces officer on our station!"
"What can we say, the chaps got guts."

Over hearing the conversation, Austin gradually walked past the two men bickering back and forth to each other, he smiled slightly as they stared in disbelief upon his arrival. It's been a week since the Armed Forces has declared him rogue, and his life was just beginning.

Mysteries after mysteries. It amused Austin deeply as friends were revealed among enemies, and enemies among friends. Who knew that the moment he went rogue and fled Bretonia that people would offer him sanctuary, especially amongst the Mollies, and interestingly enough amongst the Kithe family. Though Austin had a feeling that would end up a terrible mistake, he even agreed to ignore them, for now.

He paused just outside his Templar and turned around, seeing questioning glances and hostile looks coming from nearly everyone. The expressions on their faces were similar to those that he received on the Armed Forces battleships. It made him feel quite at home, at least home away from home.

So, a week has passed since his official declaration of desertion even though he didn't desert the Armed Forces, or the Queen. However, since no one really understood what went on in his mind no one really knew why he left. He's heard rumors that it was because he was growing tired of the Armed Forces, other rumors were that it was due to his sudden court marshal.

He shrugged to himself and reached up for the bulkhead and began to climb up into the cockpit. He cleared his thoughts as he flipped a few switches and turned some knobs. These thoughts had to escape his mind as he had some important business to attend to on Freeport One in Omega-3. Within a few minutes, his vessel was drifting out in the rocky asteroid field of Dundee. It was a dead run past two Bretonian Police stations followed by a long cruise to the Cambridge Jumphole, then a few clicks until his arrival at the Omega-3 jumphole, then the Freeport.

He leaned back and pressed a few buttons, which brought up his tactical heads up display on the visor of his helmet, everything was clear for now. Just the way he prefers it, as that was the way he wanted it now. A thin sad smiled appeared on his lips as he closed his eyes and let his ship carry him to Freeport One.

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