The Line

[Nine]

Division 9 Action Reports---Division 9 Dossiers


[color=#FF9966]Agathon's liberator moved gracefully towards the LPI impound yard in Illinois. He passed many ships, many transports which had been captured by pirates (and then retaken by the police), many captured pirate fighters and a few captured gunboats. Most were not in working condition as their former owners resisted capture but a few still could fly.

He approached a dry dock where the LPI's latest project sat.

Originally the plans were to gut the ship and figure out some weaknesses to use against its former owners in the future but things had changed... With the war moving along strongly resources were dwindling. More and more ships and equipment were being diverted to the Navy.

Unfortunately the pirates also took note of this and police patrols were being tested more and more. Orders had come through to get every ship that could fly in space, something that kept the LPI engineering crews extremely busy... a new LPI exclusive bomber would soon enter service... designed purely from parts of wrecked Liberators and Guardians.

Agathon had another thought...why not use some of these impounded ships to determine where the influx of pirates was coming from...perhaps even used for surprise assaults or raids on pirate bases or on supply lines. A line must be drawn, to stop further incursions.

Unfortunately, while mechanically the ship seemed quite capable of flight, the LPI pilots didn't quite seem to understand how it flew.

Deputy Chief Agathon, we've been expecting you came a voice over the communication array

Requesting priority permission to land Agathon spoke into his headset with authority

Request approved, landing bay 1 is clear

His ship slipped into the open bay, the large doors closing behind him. As he waited for the bay to pressurise, he began his shut down routine. The support crew moved in, dragging a large ladder over to the Liberator and raised it to allow Karl to descend to the deck before they secured the ship and prepared it for its later flight out.

Without so much as a word he left the docking bay and headed for the main hangar. Through view portals strategically placed along the corridor, he could see where the ship sat. It was surrounded by numerous engineers all seemingly scratching their heads. Once he reached the end of the corridor he was confronted by a large door, sealed for security..

He stepped into the arch and keyed his access code into a pad. The arch then came to life emitting a blue light as its bio sensors scanned him, confirming who he was. The door hissed open and Karl stepped into the cavernous hangar.

He walked up to where a lone Rogue Gunboat was docked and climbed up into a docking hatch. A few engineers took notice and scurried about, pretending to be hard at work.

So, how about we get this pile of junk running? he spoke up as he reached the ship's bridge.

Well... we think we can have her up and running soon but..a nervous engineer began to speak we needed to hobble together a lot of parts from various ships to get this one working.. we'll need to do do some tests

Then run the tests, are the computers up and running?

Yes, well not the original, we had to replace it with one of our own, it was far too damaged

This was troublesome, while a working ship would be an excellent asset for undercover field work, they still had no idea where the smuggling routes were exactly or where any pirate bases were. Though, he had an idea as to how he could get such information.
Ensure this ship is in running order as soon as possible and have someone prepare one of the captured bombers he ordered as he left and headed back to the docking bay where his ship waited.

Once clear of the station he turned his Liberator towards the dangerous minefield which surrounded Attica Supermax. There was someone there he needed to talk to, someone he'd specifically had transferred from Sugarland just the week before.




Attica Supermax was the most secure prison in all of Sirius. Hell.. ask any LPI officer and they would tell you its the most secure station in all of Sirius. Nobody escapes this station, nor has anyone successfully attacked it from the outside. To reach it, hostile ships must run the gauntlet of weapons platforms, Liberators, a Battleship and numerous stations. Even if they manage to reach it, they are confronted with a wall of impenetrable mines, with a labyrinth of passage ways, many of which are dead ends. Only a few select officers truly know the correct path in.

Karl landed his Liberator on the deck of the station and as per procedure another officer immediately flew it out of the mine field. Procedure stated that no ship was to be docked on the station at any time, another ship would come pick up Karl later.

He moved his way down the cell blocks, all was quiet. Most prisoners here were in permanent isolation, sealed behind massive steel doors. He approached the cell he was interested in and signalled for some officers to open the door.

He stepped into the cell and looked down at a lone outcast sprawled out on the floor.

What is his condition? Karl questioned the guards

Not good Sir, the doc says he's dying from his cardamine addiction One of the guards spoke up as he kept his rifle aimed at the Outcast, ready to fire at a moments notice.

Clear the room

Sir? the guard was puzzled, this was completely against procedure.

You heard me he waved off the guard but don't go too far

Karl just wanted the guards out of listening distance. Not that he needed them, this pathetic outcast would be of little trouble. It was doubtful he could even stand.

After the guards moved out, Karl walked up to the outcast.

They say you are still alive... you must be strong, how long has it been since you last had some of your Cardamine?

The outcast made no noise

Come on surely you have something to say, tell me, what system do your smuggler ships pass through?

You... you actually think I would tell you? spat out the Outcast between laboured breaths.

I think if I give you proper incentive you will, tell me.. does it hurt? You must be in agony right now.. craving for just a little bit of Cardamine before you die. Your whole body screaming at you for it... if you tell me what I want to know.. perhaps I can help you with that pain?

The outcast was quiet, obviously thinking... it was true he was in agony, nobody could understand the pain of Cardamine withdrawal, except someone who had gone through it themselves.. only for an Outcast it was fatal.

Come on, tell me what I want to know, make it easier for yourself, you know you will come crawling to us soon if you don't die He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Cardamine inhaler. He tossed it on the floor just out of reach of the Outcast.

The Outcast seeing this reached out, trying to get a hold of the inhaler. His fingers clawed at it, nearly getting a grip when Karl's boot came down on the Outcast's hand. His scream of pain attracted the attention of the guards who made their way into the cell, worried.

Stand your ground! he yelled at the guards, who cautiously backed off.

Now.. tell me where do your ships come from? he whispered to the Outcast.

Cor...Coronado the Outcast struggled to say.

Karl smiled and lifted his boot off the Outcast's hand but before the Oucast got a hold of the inhaler, picked it up and put it in his pocket.

Thanks, I'll come back to visit after we check that out He walked out of the cell.

You promised! the Outcast yelled furiously before he gathered the strength to fling himself at Karl. Recklessly with no regard for his own safety or condition he threw himself forward. His lust for the Cardamine clouding his judgement. Before he reached Karl he felt a sharp pain as a stunner hit him in the neck. He fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Haha... the dog still had it in him, he just needed a little bit of encouragement.. Karl looked down in pity at the man. Lock up the cell, make sure nobody enters

Karl left the guards to their duties, he had what he had come here for. At least a start anyways. They would start their search for the Outcast smuggling routes in Coronado, near Cortez.

He waited a bit as a ship was dispatched to pick him up and take him back to One Police Plaza, where he would brief the crew selected for the mission.

---

<span style="color:#FF6666">Division 9... &quot;Just as every cop is a criminal...&quot;</span>

Dossiers | Action Reports | Into the Lion's Den