Jeremy's worst day ever

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Stepping forward, upon orders from his superior, EV0-027 hooked his heavy gloved hand into the collar of the young man, pulling him back aboard the Storm. A nod to one of the other soldiers and the briefcase palm scanner was brought forward. 600 million credits flashing as a direct transfer. Waiting for the palm print to confirm where it was going.

Once the transaction was completed, the hatch cycled closed, and Hunter was surrounded by Coalition Shock Troopers.

The Storm disengaged from the transport, pivoting in space as it activated its cloaking device, streaking in tight formation with the other Storms away from the Rendezvous, the weaving patterns of the Storms were like the cups over the Bean, shifting patterns so rapidly it would be difficult for any to track, near impossible considering the Cloaking devices.

At the last moment, unseen by prying eyes, two of the Storms docked, and Hunter was rapidly transferred.

At the prearranged moment, the Storms broke formation, each heading down a different tangent bursting through the Tau-23 jump hole, and scattering into the night.

On board the Social Credit, Captain Thomas nodded to his guest, lifting a key and unlatching the cuffs.

"I would give you the standard spiel about escape... but this is a Coalition Storm, and an old one. There are no computers on this ship, and piloting one takes several months of expert training. So even if you did kill me, I am afraid you're going no where... You might as well enjoy your stay though."

Thomas led the youth forward to a berth, just behind the radio room, motioning to a seat at a battered wooden table, opposite a bunk.

"You will be permitted to transmit a message to your family and friends indicating you are being well treated. The messages will all be relayed by Freeport 6, I am afraid our destination is a little further off the beaten path than that, however I think you would appreciate that we are not monsters, and have no desire to keep you our prisoner, however we are not going to tell you our course, nor our destination yet, and since there are no computers here, and no windows except in the cockpit, I find it unlikely you will be able to relay our position."

Thomas fetched a lunchbox down from a storage locker, "eat, it isn't much some Stroganoff and some hot tea, should sort you out though. Bed is over there... shower back there." he motioned. "I have a change of clothes for you there... not an Order uniform, but some cover alls. They should fit you... don't mind the troopers either... best you don't head back to the Engineering section, they get... touchey about that."

He smiled warmly, "any questions?"

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