Logan's Retribution

[Shotgun]

BRAUNSCHWEIG SYSTEM
- BATTLESHIP MOSELLE, DAY FOUR

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#009900]"Wake up Logan."

[color=#FF0000]"You again!"

"I hope we can have a conversation that doesn't include fists being thrown this time."

"Well that depends on the next ten seconds. Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Klaus Hauser, I'm the Captain of a small taskforce known as the Jaegers."

"My name is Logan. I like long walks on the beach, I love chocolate-vanilla icecream and my dog's name is bla-bla. Kinda similar to what you just told me."

"Indeed. Very well, I will get to the point. We fight for Rheinland, and we go behind enemy-lines in Liberty territory, shake up traders who support their local markets. Commercial raiding."

"A-ha. Now that sounds sweet and all but what exactly does this have to do with me?"

"Simple. You know Liberty. You were an ex-Liberty Navy pilot, and you have recently been working for the Outcasts. You know the patrol routes, trade-lane networks, underground jumphole passages..."

"Oh I see, you want me to go help your strudel-ass is that it?"

"Yes."

"And why do you think I will help you exactly? Now sure, I might have some problems with Liberty, the Navy in particular, and hell I love to go smoke every boyscout they send at me, but that doesn't mean I'm suddenly best buddies with you fellas. Last time I recall, I used to fight you bastards on the front-lines."

"Well. We saved you from rotting like a piece of sad meat in LPI-Huntsville. If you don't like returning favours, fine, but if you want to live, you will cooperate because else, you will never get that liquid cardamine your body so desperately needs. Yes that's right, we know all about it."

"No juice, no go yeah? Heh. You have a point."

"And don't even think for a second that you can simply walk away with a Wraith the moment we turn our backs only to run away to your Outcast friends. You will be armored up in a protection gear with special modifications. To put it simply, if you try to run, that thing will tear all your inner organs apart into a bloody mess."

"And they say Outcasts are inhuman."

"Security measures Mr. Willows."

"Right, we need to clear up two things here. First, how the hell are you going to get a hold of liquid cardamine and secondly, if you call me Mr. Willows one more time I'm going to show you a bloody mess."

"Right then... Logan. We have indeed a problem with acquiring liquid cardamine, perhaps I should contact the Junkers at Kreuz-"

"No, no, no! Man, you are talking about liquid cardamine. Not some street-alley whore they picked up from New Berlin. Junkers don't got shi* on liquid cardamine. If you want to get that stuff, there is only one man I know, The Doc."

"So this was the person you were calling out for during your shouting."

"What?"

"Nevermind. So how do we get a hold of 'The Doc'?"

"You leave that to me."

"Alright, but you will stay on this Battleship, no matter what. If needed, we will send one of our own men to pickup whatever he wish to send our way. Don't try anything stupid now."

"Geez, relax Captain Hardass, am I supposed to help your gang of losers or not?"

"Just get it done with."

"In the meantime, how about you do your duty and get me some whiskey."

"Yeah, yeah I will show you some whiskey alright."

"What was that?"

"Nothing Logan, consider it done."