The fate of King Kong cabal

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++ Incoming ++
++ Source : Freeport 11 ++
++ Redirecting pulse ++
++ Destination : Fnordnet ++

++ Distress signal caught ++
++ Signal source [TAZ]King.Kong.Kabal ++

    ++ Data node ++
    ++ IKN-Zakkenayo::We will avenge our fallen ones..++
    ++ BHG|Gilgamesh'.Genji::now, this space if for the Core ++
    ++ %Attacked by numerous vessel bearing various flags% ++
    ++ Amatsu-Mikaboshi::one mind, one goal.. ++
    ++ IKN-Zakkenayo::Show no mercy ++
    ++ %Shields failure% ++
    ++ Tengoku.Kyoi::one purpose ++
    ++ Gerrit.Reuter::Zoner. You are in violation of Directive 8 mein friend. ++
    ++ Mikazuki::No mercy. Fine by me ++
    ++ Mikazuki::No mercy then ++
    ++ %Hull integrity failure% ++
    ++ Wilde.Zweifel::" they are unable to defend any of them...." ++
    ++ Wilde.Zweifel::" They are doomed to die...." ++
    ++ Wilde.Zweifel::" You have chosen your way....you have chosen your destiny...."
    ++ %Corrupted data detected% ++
    ++ End of node ++



++ Distress signal lost at 180:240:290 ++

++ Pods signals caught ++
++ Pods signals lost ++
++ Pods signals lost ++
++ Pods signals lost ++

++ End of feed ++

The vision of a ship, hunted by plenty of vessels...
The vision of that spaceship, destroyed...
The vision of the debris of what was once a fine and pleasant home for the member of his cabal..

Josh sighed and opened his eyes. Each time he was trying to rest, he was seeing the end of his beloved ship.
He sat up and took a look at the others members of the cabal.

Brother Reverend Magoun was shaking his head, reading aloud what appeared to be "the curse of greyface".
He could hear him whispering "...was sinful because it contradicted the ways of Serious Order. "Look at all the order around you,"...".

Despite the lack of light in the cabin, he could notice the bags under his eyes.
He turned his head and looked at Sheelah and Katelinn pressing against eachother to keep some warmth.

Josh suddenly shivered. That was right... It started to be so damn cold inside that bloody escape pod.

Looking back at them, he sighed again. He couldn't say if they were asleep or not.
He looked around to find the last pope... Lao...

"...And from that, he deluded honest men to believe that reality was a straightjacket affair and not the happy romance..."

Ignoring Magoun, he moved to the small astrogation room. He found him there, trying once again to boost the distress signal of the pod.
Putting his hand on Lao's shoulder, he said "Any good news?"
"I'm afraid not, Josh the Dill... It seems we derivated a lot due to the attraction of this dark star... And i believe we left since a while the regular navigation routes."
Josh sighed once again "Yes... That's what we were afraid of." He patted on Lao's shoulder a couple of times "Get some sleep anyway. You're here since a while. I will take the watch"

Lao stretched and reluctantly left the room, looking at Josh's face "Seems you need to sleep as well..."

Josh sighed another time and collapsed into the small chair.
He could still hear the brother reverend reading in a drone "...at that particular time, for absolutely no one thought to observe all the disorder around them and conclude just the opposite. But anyway..."

He then heard Lao saying "Damnit Magoun! Stop it already"

The man known as Josh the Dill, founder of King Kong Kabal, shook his head and thought about the bloody mess they were in.
He had no clue if the other members of his cabal survived... They had to leave the King Kong Kabal in emergency and even if his pod was the last to launch, he couldn't say if the others made it.

Two weeks... Two weeks they were in the pod, waiting for someone to catch their distress signal. They barely had enough supplies to hold one more week...

Josh looked at the makeshift job Lao did to boost the signal and almost grinned. He then tried again to reach someone
"Kallisti. This is Josh the Dill of the Discordian vessel King Kong Kabal. Anyone reads me? We need some help here..."

He stopped to think about who would receive this call. Would they be saved by fellow zoners? By an improbable Order ship doing some exploration far from the regular navigation routes?
He frowned. ...Or they could simply be found by some infested pilots... By slavers... Or by Corsairs who would just take everything they can and leave them here...

"Our fate is in Eris's five fingered hand" He whispered...

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