Venator Extended Reports

[Marcus]

An encounter with Intelligence, Bretonian Intelligence.
--Background, Report, Tobi Reaper--
"Tobi Reaper reporting in

Today I happened to run across a Keeper cruiser in my bomber, I
kept away from calling for back up since you don't want to try to
handle one of those alone, firstly a BHG gunboat came then shortly
after several BAF and a IAB showed up. At first I was think great,
the more help the better, but instead of killing this thing they
engage in talks between the BAF and this keeper. I started
wondering what the hell was happening, personally I think these
things should be shot on sight rather then talking to the damn
things. Later on the keeper went into Edinburgh we followed, now
numbering about 3-4 BAF and 2 IAB, after about half an hour of
talking they got the keeper going towards a jump hole out of
Bretonia. After reaching the Jump Hole the Keeper just sat there
for about 10 minutes, toughly puzzled by the Bretonian's
leniency, I happened to mention about having to make a report about
this, for the Venator database. Apparently this didn't sit well
because I got threats from the IAB of making me disappear or
killing me, but I felt it was necessary to do this so. After the
keeper went into the hole I turned back towards Dublin and
stationed myself at graves station. So after I make this report I
shall be making my way to liberty space."



--New London Orbit, VPS-Aurelia, Officer Daniel Hunt--
"Greetings VPS vessel" Daniel looked up from his controls,
Bretonian Intelligence, just the people he was hoping to NOT to
meet.
He nodded, "Good morning Timberwolf" naming the ship that had
hailed him.
'€œRight. I wish it was as good as you seem to want it to be'€œ.
Daniel winced inwardly, no mistake what they were after now. He'd
just been talking to Tobi Reaper, reporting that a BAF had tried
to arrest him. Figures that this would happen on his watch,
dealing with Intelligence was the kind of thing a mercenary tried
to avoid.
Evenston, can you please go patrol?" Naming the only other ship in
comms range.
"I'm waiting for a friend" replied the pilot
"Go wait for him someplace else this is now a secured area"
"He's a gunboat of the Armed Forces."
"And I'm an Agent of the Military Intelligence, Section Five, Now
move it!"
"Let me pull out my handbook...'€ Daniel sighed, so much for
training these days. Looks like the Armed Forces don't teach their
cadets to respect the Intelligence agency anymore. Can't blame
them, haven'€™t seen much in the way of intelligence in their war.
"Sir" the other IAB piped up "Your hand book doesn't cover the
IAB"
Daniel watched as unfortunate pilot flies off
"Now that that is resolved" Turning his attention back to Daniel
Daniel coughs, hiding his moment to open a comms channel back down
to Headquarters.
"Captain" he continues '€œwe have a rather large issue regarding one
of your operatives by the name of Tobi Reaper."
"Yes, there does seem to be some..... Misunderstanding......with
him"
'Remember your training Daniel' he thought 'Never admit to
ANYTHING'
Daniel quickly types a message to Senator Marcus as the IAB is
distracted by a passing patrolling gunboat.
--MESSAGE, IAB TROUBLE IN SPACE, TOBI REPORT, WILL DELAY AS LONG
AS POSSIBLE--
Daniel eyes the other IAB ship, flanking him to the side, after
years of combat experience he found himself carefully eyeing the
ship'€™s configuration.
"Do you understand the importance of your Royal Charter to your
continued operations? And for the record, everything that has been
said here has been recorded" The threat brings Daniels attention
back to the ship in front, he'd replying automatically as the IAB
rattled on already know information about Tobi's 'problems'.
"Oh we do, through understand that some of us...like by simple
self...are just mercenaries or freelancers"
'Play the dumb merc card Daniel' He thought. The government always
looks on mercs, easier have them continue believe what they will.
The unfortunate pilot with the handbook goes past with his
apparent gunboat friend; Daniel takes the distraction for the IAB
to check the incoming message from Marcus.
--PROBLEM SOLVED--
Finally, now to palm this off to someone with a higher pay grade.
"Perhaps..." He looked behind him, pretending to seem seeking
escape '€œYou would rather talk to a higher ranking Officer?
"I would. Preferably a manager or CEO"
That arrogant prick, VPS has been operating in Bretonia for nearly
a year and he hadn't even bothered to read up on the command
structure.
"Err, Senator Marcus or Imperator Williams would be who you want."
"Can you contact them?"
'Good', thought Daniel, 'Time to get out of here.' No such luck
unfortunately, they wanted him to stick around. He'd have to be
present on the HQ when Marcus took it out.
"Righto, I'll pull him away from whatever he's doing..." Like he
wasn't already informed of the whole thing....

--Back on Planet New London--
Daniel hurried at a half run up to the HQ's docking port. The
liner was docked at one of New London's many spaceports, typically
mooring at one of the most 'prestigious' ports. The Wright family
was one of the wealthiest 'noble' classes of Bretonians; Daniel
had been quite surprised to find out that Marcus had been running
ore shipping in Dublin. Most of the high class brats lived off
their allowance.
Dodging out coming dock crew he went through the airlock and
headed towards the upper decks. As he entered the bridge he
spotted Senator Marcus leaning back in the Captains chair, before
he could address his superior he was swiftly interrupted by
Marcus: "Intelligence problems eh Daniel? And you seem to stay so
far away from it....?"
Daniel sighed, recognizing Marcus usual bantering tone. Coming
from a 'proper' upbringing Marcus tended have a relaxed approach
to Government problems, never having a lack of resources to fight
them.
The ship shuddered as the docking clamps disengage, consoles lit
up as the ship came under its own power. Daniel felt a little
uneasy at how quiet the ship was, the rich liked to travel without
what Daniel considered as the comforting rumble of engines and hum
of the power core.

--New London Orbit--
As the ship cleared the Docking rings, the IAB were still sitting
there, right where he left them.
Wasting no time a comms channel from the IAB came though:

Clearing his throat, Marcus cuts in first "Ahhh, Greetings
gentlemen"
"Sir, as I imagine you know already, we are with the MI5"
'Arrogant prick' Daniel thought again, least the other IAB, Iron.
Fox, had the decency to begin with a 'Good Evening'
"Senator" He continued '€œdo you know of the issue regarding your
operative Tobi Reaper?"
'€œYes, Daniel has been filling me in all the way the HQ here."
Marcus said "Though I've been keeping track ever since I got a
report of a BAF member attempting to arrest one of my members"
"As I also imagine, the operative in question also posted a report
containing classified documents. Can you search your database for
reports following Tobi Reaper's last one?'€ Daniel frowned. How
would he know if it'€™s the last one, the encounter was several days
ago...
"Yes of course" Begin Marcus, pulling out a hardcopy of the report
"I've just been pulling out his latest reports..." That'€™s Marcus,
always ready.
Daniel grinned as Marcus sent over a copy of the report, not the
report that Tobi had made. Earlier after lift-off Marcus explained
that he'd gone into the report files and removed the original and
replaced it with a false document.
As the IAB were going over the report Daniel saw Marcus signal
towards the door; he obviously wasn't needed here anymore.
Nodding gratefully Daniel walked off in the direction of the
Liner's officer'€™s Mess.

--HQ Officer'€™s Mess--
Marcus found Daniel on a bar stool working slowly through a small
glass of Whisky, an empty glass already in front of him. Sitting
down beside him Marcus ordered his own drink.
"So how did it go?" Daniel asked, glancing at his boss.
"As expected, all charges dropped and a message in the report
section about a faulty file to cover any tracks for those that
might have seen the original." Marcus sighed and continued
"Blasted pilots, messing around with the IAB. Do me a favor and
next time you see one fly the other way eh?"
Daniel nodded "Always do boss, always do"

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