Right, time to go.
Chapter 23: Well, it was something different...
So, I'm hopping 'round the Universe looking for people to pay me for cleansing the Universe of personas non grata and I see this huge ATF fleet in Scale Plate Green, headed for X347 to do some arse-whooping. I think, 'well, we've all seen a few Xenon in our time, why not go see some more - and this time we'll have the backup of a massive fleet of the most advanced ships in existence.'
So, into X347 we go and lo and behold there's treasure already, among the wreckage of a Teladi patrol is an abandoned Osprey - no sign of crew - with semi-functional shields and a few backup weapons installed. I claim it with the expensive Teladi claiming doodad and send it off to PTNI, out of the way.
Once the ATF are in order, they make a charge towards the X347 mainframe station, swatting any flies that annoy them along the way. I decide to stay well out of the way in case of friendly fire.
And who's commanding this operation? Why, none other than my old acquaintance Toomanytitles Ishiyama!
'Major General Rai Ishiyama here. Glad to see you're willing to help, pilot!' is his attempt at a greeting.
'Quite a fleet you have here. Think it'll be enough?' I shoot back, eyeing the four Xenon K class destroyers to the South of the sector, currently oblivious to the ATF forces.
'Maybe. Don't tell any of the captains, but we're not expecting them to hold out if reinforcements show up,' is the rather worrying reply.
'I'll guard the flank, then. Take out any frigates trying to get you from behind,' I offer, setting course for a Q attempting to do exactly that to the fleet's carrier.'
'Good. What do you have in the way of fighter support?'
'Hands off, you. I've got the one pilot and he's working for me. Pyren's good, but you're not sacrificing him to the Xenon - you know as well as I do the chances of survival out there.' I'm damned if I'm sending one fighter pilot out there on his own...
'Very well. Major General Rai Ishiyama, out.'
So, I get to work, ambushing the sneaky Q trying to flank the fleet and taking out a pod of corvettes way off to the East, when the scanners light up blue - the Odin in the fleet just launched its compliment of 40 fighters, which go to join the vanguard attack squad of five Vali class corvettes.
It's not long before the Xenon station goes boom, and I'd like to think I had a decent part in helping the fleet. I certainly helped my bank account - I end up with a few millions' worth of missiles and a 3Mcr Advanced PPC cluttering up my cargo hold.
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Checking the scanners again, the sector is more or less empty of homicidal toasters. With a bit of luck, the reinforcements Ishiyama was scared of won't be coming...
I send Pyren out to hunt down straggling Xenon fighters, and he manages to take out a few Ls and Ms before I call him back to plan our next move.
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I find the Ks have been alerted of our destructive presence and are moving in on our position.
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Moving over to the Ks, tagging as many as I can with my PALCs in order to lead them off to the ATF fleet for deconstruction, I notice the two massive clouds of red coming from the sector's gates. Party's not over yet, then...
I hit the boost to bring me back to the ATF faster and leave the angry destroyers in the dust just as the fighter swarm from the West gate hits the Terran fleet, which is already taking very heavy losses to its corvette fleet, and is missing half a Tyr - wait - make that a whole Tyr... not looking good. Ishiyama's already screaming at everyone to jump out, but the ATF battleships stand their ground, destroying fighters as quickly as possible while Xenon reinforcements keep streaming from the gates.
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I try hard and fight valiantly with the ATF fleet beside me, but the swarms of angry Xenon fighters begin to target me and I have to jump out to the tune of exploding ATF ships and Ishiyama's sound but saddening advice.
The jump device takes its sweet time to charge, and I listen to the countdown while keeping an eye on my shield integrity:
Jumpdrive 10%, shields 80% and falling quickly under the fire from tens of fighters.
Jumpdrive 20%, shields at 70%.
Jumpdrive at 30, shields dropping faster - 55%.
Jumpdrive at 40, shields down to 50 as I manage to engage the strafe drive.
Jumpdrive at 50, shields at 45...
60-40
70-30
80-25
90-10, as the Xenon manage to get a lock on me again.
Jumpdrive activating, shields at 5% and still dropping.
shields - 0%.
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Jumpdrive finally kicks in, after what seems like years of watching my flagship melt, and I'm away, with a wormhole between me and the machine hordes. No significant hull damage, fortunately - nothing my mechanics can't fix. I knew the 50k price tag per head on those guys would pay off.
On my downtrodden way back through Scale Plate Green, I notice a small Teladi force of M6es and M8s headed to reinforce the Terrans - rather too late, I fear... Anyway, there're a few missions around to build stations in the locale and clean up a few pieces of scum, so I do my bit to help the locals before heading off to Thuruk's Beard to answer a fleet application - from a Split.
Seems my message of honour is getting through...
Interestingly, the applicant is a female Split by the name of E'den - rarely seen on the space lanes due to outdated Split tradition. She'll have an interesting background for sure... Also, I have no knowledge of a family with a 'den branch. Code name?
Anyway, she's waiting in the inner section of the trading station, off-limits to all but the Split, so I just show the guards my 'honoured strong arm of Rhonkar' ranking papers and get ushered in.
Thuruk's Beard being Thuruk's Beard, the inner sanctum of the station is quite deserted - a few slaves (another dinosaur policy of the Split - domestic robots are cheaper and more efficient than slaves in every way, not to mention better for the public image) here and there running maintenance jobs for some of the residents, but otherwise, few visitors.
I wander around for a while when I notice a figure in the corner watching me. I walk over to find that it is in fact my applicant, E'den. We exchange greetings and I take her back to my ship - the Mani, 'Sting'. I evaluate her skill as we walk.
'Can you fly?' is my first - and most important question.
'Depends. I can't fly without a ship!' an... unexpected answer, to be honest, but that's women - roundabout answers all the way...
'What ships? Fighters? Freighters?
Battleships?'
'Freighters don't fly, they wallow. Battleships are so... boring - your crew does all the work for you. Fighters... they're so much more personal.' OK, no straight answers forthcoming. Either way, we arrive at the docking bay and pass all the defence fighters - mostly Mamba M3s, far larger than my Mani. Every one we pass, I'm asked,
'Is this one yours?'
I remain silent until we reach my little yacht, upon which I pat the edge of the wing and foolishly start spouting stats. She looks less than thrilled.
Of course, that opinion changes when the
Unreasonable Negotiations looms in the viewscreen.
After landing, I show E'den to her cabin (the best onboard, debatably) and give her the data on ships in my fleet to mull over.
Then I remember Justin, who'd said to assign him to whatever ship I wanted him in. Well, even though I said the Griffon would be free, it would be a temporary posting - once my shipyard finishes REing all the samples I've given it, the Griffon's the next to be dismantled - then built again en masse, of course.
Oh well, the Griffon it is. Justin's job now is to offer antfighter support where needed and to act as a pickup for captured fighters that pique my interest.
So, after all that excitement, I restock on energy cells and jump over to Empire's Edge to search for the entrance to Yaki space to open negotiations on asteroid prices.
***Now with pictures, after much hoo-ha with Imageshack!

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