You may have to stand alone...

[Sandoval]

The gunship Sandoval, slowly, nosed her way through a dense asteroid field, her positron shroud deflecting pieces of broken planet to either side as she passed. Her Captain, Javier Castillio, paid no attention to the micro collisions, as he was more concerned with the Cryer Transport passing by just outside of scanner range. Sandoval crept forward, silently...

'€œLooks good,'€ Castillio said to no one in particular.

In an instant it was over. The Captain of the Cryer Vessel did not call for help, he simply cut his engines and waited for the Outcast to approah.

'€œSmart...Very smart,'€ Castillio began, '€œNow, dump that cargo, we can't have your product competing with ours, Captain.'€

Without fanfare or comment, the Cryer complied, spilling it's bay into space like a disemboweled whale. Javier allowed a hit of a smile when he issued his next order. He was smiling because he knew that the pilot would do as he was instructed, even if it goes against his whole purpose for being here.

'€œDestroy the cargo and you may leave'€, Javier said evenly.

The Cryer vessel opened fire on it's former cargo, it's civilian turrets blasting them to oblivion. Javier saluted the pilot, who's compliance kept him alive this day, and sipped his cup of Kusari green, enjoying it's light body warming his own. Sandoval engaged her powerful engines, springing her forward toward places unknown to the departing transport. Javier knew he wouldn't be reporting anything until he got well with in the protection of Liberty.

In the black, trouble has a way of finding a person and help is not always available. Sometimes you may have to stand alone...

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