Rob sat down in the seat of the Dolphin, still disturbed by the meeting he was witness to. Still no time to think for the moment.
'Station command here, proceed to exit hatch', the monotone voice said.
'Roger'
There he was, boost extension on, arc to port side and veer almost vertically for two clicks. Rendezvous with the Barracuda and wait. On the rare occassion when he had the chance to fly it he loved it. Okay it was big and slow, but graceful in the way it moved. The sheer power of the engines, the huge cargo space behind him and the APSG.
The order was that no radio contact was to be made, so he sat in silence, thinking. Without thought he flicked the enviroment setting switch to warm, sat back and rubbed his hand over his face and through his hair.
On his scanner a Nova appeared, 'Twits', he thought, 'The NOVAEF, AMG, TUNCC and FACTS essentially had all caused this, how many of those gits had hijacked vessels, killed the pilots, not only the pirates but of other races as well. How many of these heroes of thier own imaginations had smuggled narcotics, alcohol and slaves. At one time they had been part of the greater community, making a little credit here and there where they could, and then of all things, take the bloody moral high ground and say, that all this is wrong. If all the pirates and mafia were guilty, then they were as much as, if not more so. Smuggling was one thing, murder was totally another'.
Well, the 'Old Man' was about to show them what it meant to really mess with the big boys'.
Rob noticed that the Nova was approaching, 'Oh boy, this is really what we need, some hot shot scanning cargo bays'. Well he had his orders, remain here until the signal was given.
The warning light flickered on in the cockpit of the Dolphin, "Scanned".
Well, what did have on board, looking at his manifest, 'Bloody Hell', 25mw and 125mw Shielding, B&G HEPT's, Missles, the list went on.
There it was the signal, two Goner ships coming into view on his scanner, power on and follow them towards the East gate. The Barracuda was above and behind him and five other Dolphins were all coverging on a point which had been set out.
The Nova was getting interested now, 'Leave us alone', Robert thought. 26.3k before the gate. The Nova was accelerating, no doubt getting ready for an attack from below.
24.7k, the first couple of shots flew pass his ship,'Amateurs'. And then a few hit, 91 percent shields. Arming Turret, 'Attack Target and return fire', 19.2k.
The Barracuda was just sitting there, not responding,' Bloody hell man, help me out here'.
Robert noticed in front of him a shimmering light, from the east gate, 'Ah, something was jumping into the sector, it bloddy well better be the support'.
The Nova stops firing, Rob chuckled, 'Now that's got his attention',
The sleek form of an Xenon K had just jumped into the sector and was gearing up for a bit of a fight. 'Please let it the Nova first', it was, as the GPPC ripped through the Novas shielding. It roared up and starboard, twisting and rolling to avoid the deadly display of firepower.
10k, Teladi Cloaking device on, 'I hope this works', and watched the scanner. The other Dolphins had vanished, but the Barra was still there.
Behind him he saw the flash of a ship exploding, presumably that pesky Nova.
War was coming, the invasion had started and the puny guilds would soon be no more.
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