Crimson Flame

[Slavik]

The cruise engines halted and the titan slowly glided towards the huge meteorite known as Thira he thought to himself '€œthey will never find him here'€. The comms burst to live all of a sudden, docking clearance was granted. The ship slowly drifted into a docking port. The cockpit slowly opened with a slight hissing sound.

They all made it and mister Warner was safe, safe on thira Colony. A place not known to the coalition, not known to any of the many enemies the nation has. Whilst most preparations where already made on Thira there were still things to be arranged, a short briefing with station security and the commanding officer reassured him that there was nothing to be worried about.

'€œThere is an apartment ready for our amigo senor, under continuous surveillance. It is on deck five, right next to the security office and the Operation rooms, far away from the few prying eyes that this base has.'€

Hopes were high that Ben Warner had plenty of usefull information for us. The hope was that Nation would be able to deal a heavy blow to the coalition. Let us hope we can end the useless bloodshed that the Coalition has brought to our people, both on Crete as well as on the immigrants of Gran Canaria. '€œThis deal better be worth the investment we made'€ he thought to himself. The Corsairs had lost several highly experienced commandos on the raid deep into Libertonian territory.

As he walked towards the gunship that had been put down in the docking bay he extended his hand to mister Warner. He stood out heavily between the slightly tanned dark-haired Corsairs. '€œWell senor Warner, you made it, to most peaceful place in the Nation of Corsairs. They will not be able to find you here, even if they would have contacts within the fleet. '€œLet'€™s give you some rest first before we talk about business, si? But first a drink, and a proper one at that.'€

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once known as Richard Farbridge, OBE and Ronaldo Benitez