Venator Extended Reports

[Revius]

An Encounter with Greater Intelligence.


--Dublin: 20K from the Battleship Hood, Carrier Fidei Defensor: Hangar 1-C, Senator Cletus Morales—

“Come on lads, that reactor should have been reinstalled yesterday!”
The voice of the Chef engineer reverberates in the Carrier’s vast ship hangar, as Cletus makes his way towards the commotion he cannot but be impressed by the work of the grease monkeys; at the center of the room was a large vessel, ‘Gunboat class I’m guessing’, barely recognizable as most of its hull plating and propulsion system was stripped.

Walking past various personnel he finally approaches the leader of this madness; a large burly man but with the airs of a dock worker: greasy hands, sweat dripping down his face due to the apparent proximity to laser wielders and wearing a blue overall.
“Busy day Donaldson?”

The man quickly turns around in what seems to be an attempt to run down an overly inquisitive worker, but as he sees Cletus’s face he quickly stands up straight.
“Aye sir, one flyboy comes back with this boat barely hanging together, and of course we get the extra work. I’m tellin’ ya those guys don’t realize how much work goes into maintaining these babies.”
Not one to underestimate the work the engineers put into the company, and seeing the confrontational tone of the man Cletus quickly responds:

“Yes, I do realize that there is some kind of superiority complex running rampant in the Flight Branch but you must admit that they do risk their lives each time they go out those bay doors.” Not backing off Donaldson insists “Yeah I do know that, but that doesn’t justify their behavior. Especially now that we’ve moved to the carrier, it’s a lot more Spartan than the New London docking ring, and we actually have to live aboard for months. Let’s not even talk about the additional risks, my boys and I have been talking about sending a request to the head honchos for a raise.”

‘God’ it seems that what was supposed to be a routine checkup of operations has become much more complicated. “Ok Donaldson I’m all for that but you know that the Head offices might take some time making their minds about that, I still need you focused on your job 100%.”
Calming down, the chief engineer continues in a gentler tone “I just want you to understand that we’re just as important as any ace pilot out there sir and…”

As Donaldson was about to finish his sentence a voice chimed in Cletus’s ear set: “Mr. Morales we have an
incoming transmission from one of our pilots.”

Interrupting the engineer’s speech Cletus replied to the comm. officer “Who is it from and what is the content of the message?” after a short interval the officer answered “Its crewman Reaper, it seems he is having some problems with the Bretonian Intelligence Agency, he seemed very serious about it sir”. ‘The IAB? Again? This is starting to become ridiculous’ “Tell him to slowly converge on our position and set a course to the Hood”.
“Yes sir, Course set.”


--Dublin: 2K above the Battleship Hood, Carrier Fidei Defensor: CIC, Senator Cletus Morales—

Signaling the Comm. officer Cletus mentally prepares himself for what is no doubt going to be a very tedious experience. “ Officer Raynor, patch me through to crewman Reaper” activating the central display the officer quickly answered “Yes sir, comm. systems activated we are getting audio and visual”.

The central display quickly showed the Image of Tobi Reaper, seemingly agitated and confused.
“Erm we have a problem here” ‘No kidding’ “So what exactly IS the problem crewman?” Genuinely confused Tobi replied “The IAB wants me on charges of something and I have no idea what they’re talking about”.
‘Well this is just perfect’ “What are the charges exactly?”
Before he could answer the Defensor’s comm. systems picks up a transmission from a group of rapidly converging IAB ships.

“Get out of Bretonia now, after of course Timberwolf deletes all information you might have saved”.
Tobi again seemed totally unaware of anything he could have done to anger the Agency: “What information? I have no idea of what you are talking about.”
‘Come on Tobi you must have done something’

Trying to diffuse the situation, Cletus ordered Officer Raynor to broadcast to all ships in the vicinity:
“ Stay calm Tobi, just answer the gentleman's questions.”
As Cletus was going to demand explanations, the lead IAB ship sent a transmission to the Defensor directly.
“Captain of the Defensor...illegal bringing a capital ship of that size to Bretonia?”
‘Illegal? Bretonia? After ample warning and by restricting the vessel to IMG space, their pushing it!’
In a greatly declining mood Cletus broadcasted back: “This is IMG space if I'm not mistaken?”
The lead vessel did not wait before transmitting : “OUCH! Wrong words, this is Bretonian space. No one signed nor agreed to that little assessment yet.” A statement further reinforced by another IAB pilot “ Indeed. Bretonian Space.”

‘Well those negotiations couldn’t be cloudier, especially since the BAF have been starting to enforce said space division.’
But again, not willing to create a diplomatic incident or to damage the recently acquired Defensor; Cletus simply agreed. “Really? I was not aware of the state of negotiations. I will gladly be escorted out of Bretonian space.”

As the IAB had finished wiping out Tobi’s databanks they turned their efforts to the Defensor.
Turning towards the XO, Cletus inquired “Daniels how much of the docking and repair logs hasn’t been backed up?” Daniels, always the stoic simply responded “The last 48 hours sir” ‘Well that certainly won’t please Donaldson. Heh, I hope he doesn’t start a strike or something.’
“The EM pulse has ceased” nodding to Raynor Cletus addressed the XO “So how much was wiped?”
Grunting Daniels handed him his mobile computing device to him “As you can see I just tried to access the database….And there is nothing. The navigation and various life support systems were unaffected as well as the weapon systems, although I’d like to run some recalibrations later.” ‘Well it could have been worse’

“Understood, Officer Raynor please signal the nearest Guarda ship that we are going to move through Molly space to Omega-49 and tell crewman Reaper to follow us, he’ll dock his ship to the Defensor after we complete the jump.”
“Will do sir.”



--Omega-49: Barrier Nebulae, Carrier Fidei Defensor: Commander’s office, Senator Cletus Morales—

“Well Marcus, it seems like you have another problem on your hands.” On the screen Marcus seemed, for once, deeply annoyed “This is the second time the IAB pushes us around, and again the focal point is Tobi Reaper.”
‘The hermano seems to attract problems that’s for sure’
“Well this is out of my hands now, I’ve got enough problems dealing with what that EM pulse did with our databanks. Anyways how is it going over there? Is the movement of our vessels to the carrier still underway?”

His problems seemingly disappeared Marcus answered “Yes, actually the whole of our flight branch assets should be reassigned to the Defensor in less than two weeks…”
As he was finishing Marcus turns towards a voice off screen “Sorry Cletus, I have to go, duty calls *haha*”
“Wait Marcus what about the rotation of the engineering staff…” before he could say three words the transmission was cut.


‘Well I guess I’ll send Daniels talk to Donaldson. Yes, that’ll be a test of his legendary stoicism.’