An Ol' Man's Memory: Katarn Dragonbourne RP

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"Aye... FINALLY!" Katarn draws out a sigh of relief when the Logos at last breaks through the cloud after a third of an hour going at a straight line all throughout the time...


But he couldn't appreciate his joy for long: almost immediately after the ship left the borders of the cloud he witnessed the shape of a large ball lined with many sharp spikes loom over and appear before the ship's viewing window as the gas started to clear.


The old veteran didn't have enough time to react, for the ship was going at cruise speed, which left only milliseconds to react to the imminent collision. Instead, Katarn braced himself onto the nearest object he could find, the Navigations console, and hoped for the best.


As soon as the ship was just a few meters away the object burst outwards with an extremely-powerful force that rippled across the entire section of the ship; despite the shield array was able to absorb most of the blast from the object it made a few systems around the ship spark from the sudden shove of force; the old veteran's brace was even too little to absorb the blow, shortly thrown down to the ground and onto his back.


When the veteran came to after a few seconds passed the ship's Engineering Console was screaming with panic at the shield array being only at 10.5% integrity. He quickly went to Navigations and deactivated the Cruise Engines and rerouted power from the latter and switched power back to shields and scanners in preparation for another impact.


Katarn shakes himself to get his bearings back, then heads to the bridge viewing window to get a closer look at what he was up against...


... He found something more deadly...

[color=#3366FF]~~~DANGER: MINES DETECTED~~~

A whole minefield was right in front of him, spread out by tens of kilometers on every side. The old veteran's heart skipped a beat, and he managed to swerve the ship backwards to avoid getting closer to the mines, "... Maker slap me and give me te me papa... What be this...?" He was slack-jawed and dumbfounded by the monumental scale of the minefield, its borders almost too far for the eye to see, its contents all jagged and extremely intimidating for any would-be venture to risk.


The old veteran looked around to see if there was an open passage into the minefield, and sure enough there was: it was small at best, only a few hundred meters in radius, which was only just enough for a train like the Logos to pass through.


Katarn, seeing the grand opportunity for thrill and danger, let out a devilish grin at the minefield, his eyes now alighted with a fire for risks, "... This should be FUN, HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!" He laughed boisterously as the Logos prepared itself for the passage ahead.


A few minutes pass into the passage located within the minefield, and the Logos was going along at relatively-slow cruise speed. Katarn remained vigilant should the ship ever veer off its manually-pinpointed waypoint course and come colliding with a few mines; his heart was beating excitedly; his breath was getting more relaxed; his eyes narrowed down from the concentration needed for the mission.


Eventually, against all odds the Logos manages to get through the open passage and into open space...


... Hah! No minefield be even a close match an' be hinderin ol' Katarn Dragonbourne, HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!...


The old veteran quickly looks around to find for any notable landmarks in the area, and soon he finds a station just a few minutes away. He plotted course towards the station to investigate and get his station-legs back...

... 19 minutes later...

The bar on Palermo station was relatively quiet: the Corsair raids seemed to be mitigating for the moment, and so there wasn't much use in being vigilant for the time... A slow day on the bar it was...


All of a sudden, Katarn bursts through the doors, interrupting the peace of the occasion, his clothes still doing their job of making an impression upon the Outcast pilots and inhabitants there. The old veteran walks towards a table and calls out for a Black Grog to be delivered by one of the waiters there.


The Outcasts talk amongst themselves at first, until a few more enter the bar with seemingly-upset faces. They approach their other brethren and whisper as they look at the old man minding his own business... Shortly afterwards one of them decides to approach Katarn and said in a hidden scowl, "... You are not welcome here..."


"... Oh? That be rude, lad... What be makin ye say that, all o' a sudden?" Katarn raises an appraising eyebrow at the reasonably-armed Outcast grunt, his grin becoming wider from the sudden greeting.


"Your ship is holding a bunch of artifacts, yes? You have been dealing with the Corsairs, have you not?" He takes out a shiny and well-maintained pistol and places it on his side of the table, "... You are not welcome here... You will come with us, whether willingly... or..." He cracks his knuckles, darkly looking at the old man, "... by force... if necessary..."


The veteran narrowed his eyes and inspected the Outcast grunt from top-to-bottom: then he eyed the whole room, which was now filled with eyes staring directly at his direction, all openly revealing their inner-hatred on the man.


... Aye... This be not safe fer someone like me, heheheh...


In a split second, the veteran stands up and upholsters his two exotic pistols with both his arms in one sweeping movement, the trench-coat flapping outwards and revealing a full arsenal of grenade-and-ammo straps on his vest that were once hidden from view, and the trench-coat inner pockets sporting an almost dazzling array of equally-armed pockets and weapons.


... Seems a change o' place be in order...


"... Young lad... I be not wishin te fight with ye... but..." He took off the safety in his pistols with his thumbs, which made the two weapons start humming to life, "... If ye insist in givin an' ol' man a fun time... then..." He grinned maniacally at the grunt, who was now starting to sweat from fear, "... I be willin te oblige..."


In another split-second the veteran did a round-house kick at the grunt, the force sending him flying off to the other side of the room: in that same instant whilst he was still flying mid-air Katarn unleashed a volley of dead-on bolts upon the grunt on his legs, arms, then torso; even before the Outcast soldier hit the ground he was already dead.


Another split-second later the veteran placed his guns back in their holsters, dug deep into both sides of his inner trench-coat pockets with both hands, and in one sweeping maneuver he threw a couple of handfuls of spikey grenades everywhere around the room, and after which activated a personal molecular shield around his whole body.


Before the rest of the patrons could react from the grunt being downed they were immediately showered with thousands of razor-thin needles that flew across the entire room, which although looked deadly were too short to do serious harm and only incapacitated all of the patrons' limbs and pressure points, leaving them unable to fight back. The needles that came upon the old veteran were simply shrugged off and did no harm upon him.


Katarn left the room in a quick dash back towards his ship, trails of particle-bolts and curse-words right behind him from security trying to deal with the intruder. ... Heh... These Outcasts be lots o' fun, HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!...


The veteran finally got to his ship and quickly disengaged the Logos from the mooring point, and as he activated the cruise engines a wave of Outcast fighters were headed straight for the train with guns ablazing.

Suddenly, the Outcast gunshots stopped altogether. The old veteran looked at the scanners to find that a wave of Corsair Bombers were already starting to bomb the station, which prompted his pursuers to disengage from the chase, "HAHAHAHAHA!!! Yeah! Ye better be runnin off back te yer mamas', HAHAHA!!!"


The Logos, with nowhere else left to go, decided it was high time to get back... Katarn plotted a course back to the Theta jump hole, then he sat back on the captain's chair and fell fast asleep...

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