You will notice that english is'nt my native language
but i'll do my best.
Chapter one
A busy bar filled with split youth sharing war stories and drinking more then they can handle. A lone argon man sits in a corner and stares at his drink. He had a look on his face as if he'd lost everything and was thinking of only one good reason to stay alive. Two clearly drunk split walks over and starts arguing with him.
One sezura later they hit the floor.
The argon man looks at the split barkeep clearly yelling at him and pointing at the door. He walks out and rounds the corner to stop and lean on a stacked group of crates. Suddenly a gun press at the back of his head. The gun fires and all is silent.
Antigone memorial, a quiet sector in Argon space. Most people just fly here to learn of Argon history and some come to remember the painful past.
The traffic is kept down due to the danger of collision with the many asteroids, but most people just stay out to let the dead rest in peace.
Out here, behind an asteroid orbiting close to the nearby planet, a ship is seen.
A split heavy dragon floats silently with a spacesuit right next to it facing the planet.
The suits comsystem comes to life with the deep voice of an argon man.
"Sir? Hey you teladi reject! Are you coming in this jazura or am i gonna have to come out and get you?"
"You can always try you paranid halfling." I couldnt help smiling at the exchange of insults i just made with Ferras, my next in command. He was as big as a paranid marine and was an expert at most close combat situations. We often made jokes that if he we sent him out in a spacesuit against a Xenon fleet he would take them all out using only his fists and bad jokes.
"Well enough with the sweet talk, we just recieved a message from some argon agency." He snapped into a serious voice as fast as a teladi sells his own mother.
"Argon agency? Give me a mizura and stay the hell out of my space fuel"
"What? Whats that? I Cant hear you! Oh thats some good fuel" The com cuts off just as he starts to laugh. I fired up the thrusters and slowly drifted towards the hatch. I climbed inside and muttered to myself. They can invent jumpdrives and weapons of mass destruction but they can't invent a smaller spacesuit.
The air filled the room as i closed the hatch and the chamber opened up
to the inside of the ship. I walked towards the bridge and greeted some of the crew on my way there. We had a crew of twenty, six of those were highly trained marines ready for any challenge. I knew all their names and backgrounds. Mostly because i grew up with half of them. And i don't trust anyone so i study the backgrounds of all the new recruits.
"Captain on the bridge, stand up and salute you maggots!" He knows how much i hate that. Ferras looks at me with an evil smile on his face.
"At ease swamprats! So how's our new generator performing?"
"Better then expected, we have already installed two extra shields and upgraded our existing weapon generator." Scott, my oldest friend and best damn engineer in argon space. We grew up together on a tradingpost in orebelt. Our parents wanted us to become miners but we ran away and joined the argon academy together. Our parents were on a transport heading for our graduation when pirates shot down the transport looking for goods. We swore to get revenge on all pirates and we did.
"To sum it up, we now got 5x200Mj shielding, enough energy left to fire PPC's and a load of spacefuel ready to cleanse our thirst." Scott always looked serious even when joking. He loved poking around with machines and there was nothing he could'nt do with a plasmacutter and a computer.
"Well then, keep testing it to be sure. I'll go back to my quarter and see what an argon agency would want with this heap of junk filled with drunks." Scott looked at me like he was offended. Not because i called him a drunk, but because i insulted his ship. We found this ship together but he repaired and modified it. I smiled at him and for a split sezura he smiled back.
Just five steps from the bridge i stood outside my quarters. The door slid open and i took one step inside the dark room and stumbled when i stepped on something.
"Damn it! Lights!" The lights flickered to life and revealed a small room with only a bed, chair, desk with a computer and a mirror. I looked down on my trophy from the academy. I picked it up and read the inscription. "Best shot." I shook my head and put it back up on my desk. Someday i have to nail that thing to the desk. It keeps falling whenever we make a sharp turn.
The com beeps and Ferras voice is heard.
"Making a couple of sharp turns to test our new toys, hold on to your panties ladies." If he finds any flaws during these tests Scott and Ferras will argue for atleast a tazura. Ferras will start by teasing Scott about his mistake and Scott will accuse him of flying like a drunk paranid. I know them too well.
The computer lights up and i quickly navigate to my messages.
Terracorp? What would they want with me?
Hello Aron Kellar!
I'm contacting you from terracorp HQ. I work for the Argon Secret Agency and i'm in need of an experienced pilot with his own ship without markings. This mission will take place in paranid space and we can't risk losing reputation with them. If you are captured or killed the argon goverment will deny your existence. I will stay at Terracorp HQ for one wozura if you choose to accept. I go by the name Calon Marald.
Message will delete in 5 sezura.
**Message deleted**