Viktor Reich

[Chucc]

Viktor gets a call at his apartment, its his dealer telling him that his ship has arrived. Excited, Viktor races to the Hangar.

"Here you go my freund, as promised. One Heimdall, fully equipped with basic cannons and a missile tube." Roger told Viktor as he came out of the elevator to the Deck.
Viktor looked for the first time on his new gunship. He was trained to fly all kinds of space vessels during his time in the Rheinland Military. He had never flown a gunboat in space, but he did fairly well back in the simulator.
How hard could it be?
Upon seeing the bridge of the gunboat Viktor quickly realized he would need a couple more people to run the ship smoothly. He was determined however to take it out at least for a quick spin.

A short time later, with his dealer friend helping him with controls, the newly named Workers Comp flies out of Ronneburg. Almost immediately a Corsair patrol flies by and starts to unload on the bigger ship. Viktor takes the Gunners seat and starts firing up the weapons console. It is a short time before he has cleaned up the small fighter patrol. He feels confident in his new ship, almost invincible.
Then on the scanner comes the blip that means a larger vessel is passing by. Taking a closer look he sees a Junker Congress ship, carrying a full load of cargo, of which he forgot to pay any attention to what it was in attempt to make his first stripe.

"Hello there, junker. care to make a donation to hip maintenance? Say a hundred thousand credits or so should hold me over just fine." Viktor tells the large transport, as he lets a Cruise Disruptor fly.
The response from the large ship is kind of amused. a Patient voice comes thru the comms, "How about you do a little escort duty for us to the next system, and Ill drop you a million credits. I'm just headed over to Leon."
"That works for me. Lead the way." Is the obvious reply.

Its a quick lesson for the green pilot of the gunboat, Leon is a Corsair Base in Omega 41. As the two ships get closer, Viktor starts to wonder if taking the deal was so wise after all.

"Well, here ya go, thanks for the escort." Comes across the comms, along with confirmation of a wired transfer of one million credits to Viktors account.
"Thank you and safe flying to you, I gotta get outta here. These patrols aren't impressed at my being here." Viktor says as he pulls away from the base and starts his cruise engines.

Needless to say, the patrols are also carrying disruptors and continuously use them to their advantage. As Viktor is trying to evade the fire of the swarm of fighters he is informed by roger of a Praefect Cruiser 'Typhoon' is within engagement distance. The large Corsair vessel closes the distance as the undermanned gunboat continues to evade the fighters hail of fire.

"What are you doing here?" Rips thru the common channel, the accent thick, from the Cruiser.
Viktor worries for a moment, as the Corsairs are the hated ememy of the Hessians. Knowing that he doesn't stand a chance against the monstrous Cruiser in his Gunboat with only the two people piloting, he is polite when he says, "I just finished escorting a smuggler. I was attempting to go back to my space but the patrols keep CD'ing me."
The confusion is almost visible, even over the radio when the inevitable next question comes.
"What base did they go to?" the faceless, nameless voice asks.
Turning red, even though he knows he can't be seen, Viktor replies, "Leon sir."
Viktor finally gets the cruise engine alive and it starts to scream just as the Corsair cruiser's pilot seemingly bewildered says, "You know thats a Corsair base right?"
"I do now. Have a good day sir, and I'll see you," Viktor flies as fast as the gunboat will take him back to Ronneburg and lands the gunboat, fearing the entire time that Corsairs will descend on his ship at any moment for that blatant disregard for animosity, and old hatred, and for daring to escort a Junker to Their base.

Feeling a little less sure of himself, Viktor heads to the bar to drink his nerves back to normal with Roger and see about finding a crew for his ship.

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Looking into returning, maybe.