So I made an RP like post on the subreddit, have a look.
Keep in mind, it was TOO long for 1 post, so I had to break up the parts and put them in the comments.
Enjoy: http://www.reddit.com/r/EliteDangerous/ ... he_empire/
Enemy of the Empire
Re: Enemy of the Empire
Because I love ya'll, and I don't want it to get buried I'm going to combine all parts here.
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The asteroids lumbered about like gods at a dinner table while all the tiny servants buzzed about the hall, giving and taking plates of goods. These plates, however, were the holds of various ships that were either filling with minerals or being exploited for those minerals. The massive rings around Sifjar AB 1 were a well known place to find Copper and Indium, and they'd been used by the local factions as currency generation for years. Through time the rings became more and more barren until the only rings left with goods were hugged tightly to the planet itself. This still didn't stop pirates from jumping in and wasting hours filling their hold only to get caught right outside the warp in point due to the planets gravity slowing their FSD.
Cold began to nip at the suited man within the cabin of the frosted over Delacy Viper, the panels infront of him completely dark save for the radial scanner that pinged out across the belt and gave feedback on the various ships within its rocky field. The visor of the suit showed a rhythmic pulse of condensation as the pilot sat watching the radar. Blip by blip he waved his had across as he scanned each one through the viper's internal scanner and those that got close enough had the delightful experience of the warrant scanner giving them a quick pulse.
One blip seemed to never resolve though, and it moved through the belt with almost titanic speed as small pops and booms were heard through the sound emulator program within the cabin. Then, without a warning that blip seemed to turn and find its way towards the cold viper and the asteroid it was latched onto. Minutes passed as the slow and unresolved signature got closer and closer, the only good thing was that the asteroid that the pilot had landed on was due to rotate towards the signature in a few seconds and he'd be able to get a view of what had been lurking about the 'roids.
Slow and steady the asteroid turned, allowing the pilot's eyes to finally catch a quick glimpse of the wireframe painted cobra with one red and one black skull on its "wings". Tapping the scanner's control panel, the pilot tried to zoom in on the unresolved signature and dial up the scanner's power without increasing his own signature but the image was still fuzzy to the component... but it made no different.
A squawk blurted over the comms channel, the audio comms coming alive, " Commander Mel Corium I presume?"
Mel's visor lit up as the internal lights let off a gentle -wwuuuun- as they turned back on, " You assume correct. Might I have the pleasure of knowing whom I'm speaking with?" his gruff voice spoke back through the comms, a small shiver running through his words as the cold of space had begun to chill more than just his ship's windows.
" Commander Kroll...of the Empire, " the voice hesitated on the last half, almost as if the other pilot had to think about it and decide whether to say it or not. "
The amount of power that Kroll was putting towards communication was enough for Corium's scanners to grab a lock and give a basic readout of the ship. "Upgraded thrust, increased power pool which meant a decent distributor, and the ability to keep so cold on the scanners means he's probably got the best powerplant money can buy for that ship," Corium thought as the scanner continued.
" Commander, I do hope our meet will go without cause for alarm. I'm simply here dealing with some... unsavory types that some well off Senator doesn't care to deal with any more, " spoke Kroll in a cold tone with a hint of laughter towards the end. It was no secret that there were a few independent pilots out in this system trying to flip control of the military outpost nearby towards control of the Empire. The Mobius Platform was well placed within the system to allow refuels, rearms and selling off holds before making the trip to the Imperial station.
"Of Course Commander Kroll, as long as you're doing things by the books, " Corium was attempting, poorly, to stall time till the other commander reached the point of distance that the warrant scanner could hit and read back before he could boost off, " However... I'm seeing more than just Hand Gang members dropping off radar.. a few traders are missing too... and a Type-6 mining vessel."
" Ah, yes... the lunch box. Well... seems my employer had more use for his cargo than he did, " that harsh voice spoke again... the accent was placeable now... he was definitely not from Imperial space. The scanner was prepped and ready by this time though, " So I helped the miner in releasing his goods to a ... how do we say... better cause. "
The scanner twined up and began electronically pinging Kroll's computer, " Ah, seems you're curious to what the miner dropped? Maybe we can make a deal you and I, " he said. Corium could almost feel the devilish smile on the other end of the channel.
" No need," said the viper pilot," You've got more than enough of a bounty to pay off what ever lose may occur from destroyed cargo!" The Viper's internal systems sparked on with life as the landing gears de-clamped from the metal asteroid and the engines roared to life like a feral lion with prey in it's sight.
" Shit! Bounty Hunter!" Kroll yelled out. The scanner display on Corium's hud showing the bright 6 figure number next to Kroll's ship information. " Better hope your insurance is paid Hunter, because you're not getting my payout!"
The Cobra's cold signature came to life along with the Viper as the two ship's hardpoints came unlocked and their arsenals were shown. The Cobra was indeed a pirate, three multicannons and a gimballed beam laser on the top side. But Corium wasn't packing lightly at all, the shadow from the asteroid slowly rolled off the ship to expose the black and yellow paint with two class 1 beam lasers on the top, but the surprise was on the bottom... when he rolled over the class 2 torpedo pylon was clearly in sight along side the plasma accelerator.
Corium's Viper wasn't dinky at all as the A Rating engines pushed the ship along the belt with the cobra behind him. The beam laser from Kroll's ship gained its lock and began covering the top side of the viper's shielding in hot energy, but it was short lived as the viper pilot ducked behind an asteroid and full pipped the engine into full reverse as the cobra blew past the asteroid and the viper in an attempt to catch up...leaving Kroll in the front and Corium firmly on his rear.
Twin beam lasers scorched the backside of the cobra's shields for a moment before the shields became over exhausted and they pealed away from the cobra's now vulnerable hull. With adrenaline rushing through him Kroll deployed a timed burst of chaff that caused the lasers to roll off and about the ship hitting nearby asteroids instead. Corium wasn't a fool and expected such, unlocking the Cobra from the computer he was able to manually fire the lasers back into the ship's ass, causing the thrusters to misfire and send Kroll rolling in the reverse direction he intended. Though Corium was skilled, his opponent wasn't some harmless sidewinder beginner, he disabled the flight assist and let the ship twist and roll him out of the asteroid belt, but with his nose now facing the Viper.
A grin was almost visible from Kroll's face under the visor as he re-locked Corium's ship and sent a hellstorm of bullets and beam energy at the viper's front. The bullet didn't seem to dim the shielding around the viper until the hot blast of beam energy started to collect with it. Corium twisted in his seat to slap the Emergency Cell button but clearly remembered he'd used the last one after being rammed by a federal Condor during another battle. Sweat rolled down his face under the helmet as he threw all pips into shielding and lined up the aiming reticle for the plasma accelerator with the Cobra.
"Shields Offline" said the AI calmly as Mel Corium began to panic, the multicannon's only taking a moment to reload before they'd start pelting his own hull and would eventually turn him to a frozen meat pie in space. The Reticle dot was aligned to Kroll's top right, where the FSD is, in his cobra and the targeting computer confirmed that the FSD was selected. With a flick Corium's finger presses the button to send the ball of hot plasma off the rails and at Kroll's ship. The slow moving plasma didn't seem to make its mark as Kroll simply rolled and continued in reverse, full pips in engines. Those multicannons... they finished reloading and were now nailing Corium's ship. The integrity number started dropping fast.
A moment of pure clarity came as Corium looked down to his ship's hull, as the number dipped under fifty. He knew if he did nothing then he'd die, if he ran.. he'd die, if he tried to jump out... he'd die... Then it hit him, Kroll's got Chaff.... and he was pirating for cargo, which meant he had to have had a scanner for that to make sure he was getting holds worth his time, which meant he didn't have point defense....It echoed in Corium's mind for what seemed like forever, ' NO POINT DEFENSE!" he yelled out as he threw the rest of the distributor energy into his engines and pushed forward on the cobra.
The targeting computer's locking tone dialed in and gave a clear high pitched tone as it locked Kroll's ship, he'd been trying to reverse fast enough to evade Corium that he'd forgotten to put energy back into his shield matrix, leaving them offline.
"Rifle," Corium spoke as the AI confirmed, " Rifle One."
The Torpedo left the tube and flew its course, and the next second the audio comms were filled with Kroll's scream as the torpedo slammed directly into his cockpit, and exploded. The cracked cockpit glass behind the Info hologram signed bright blue as the indicator arrived for the collected bounty on Kroll's behalf.
The trip back to Herschel was long and hard as the ships overall integrity was less than 20%, leaving most the modules heavily damaged or malfunctioning. The moment those landing clamps made contact was the moment Corium could breath again. The engineers and mechanics moved to his ship and began their work as he departed to head to the local security office on the station.
The door to the security office slowly closed behind him as he entered with the ship's AI tablet in hand. He'd been scrapping he bottom of the barrel for a while now, looking for a big score, but finally got something that would help him greatly. The security officer gestured for the commander to sit down and get on about what he was here for.
" Claiming the bounty of Commander Kroll, ship scanners showed he had a bounty within the Imperial systems with a net worth of 836,000," claimed Corium as he handed the ship's kill log to the officer.
" Kroll... Kroll... Ah, here it is. Hmmm... Give me a moment. " The Security officer looked through the files on his display as Corium leaned back in the chair, waiting. "Says here you've got a rather large fine with the Federal Systems, care to pay it off with the bounty from Commander Kroll?"
" No thank you, my concerns with the Federation are far far far down on my lists of giving a fuck," Corium retorted, he indeed had a rather large payout in his name for the Federation and he was surprised the officer didn't simply shoot him on sight for it, " Just want the payout from Kroll and the I'm back to my ship. "
Two others entered the office while Corium was dealing with the officer but he didn't care to acknowledge them, he wanted his money and the he was gone. Unfortunately for Corium, he didn't acknowledge them," Commander, Mel Corium?"
" Yes?" he answered.
" We're here on behalf of the Empire due to the death of Commander Kroll, who was on a mission.. again.. on behalf of the Empire," spoke the man behind Corium, who had now turned around and noticed the regalia of the two that entered... they were Imperial Security, typically not seen outside their ships unless you fucked up while docked with a station.
" He's taken care of, no need to thank me. The man was out there killing helpless traders and miners and I was luck enough to encounter him and cashout on his bad luck," Corium laughed as he tooted his own horn.
" Commander, He was under order of Imperial Society to destroy traders and miners within the system regardless of his legality in doing so. In his destruction you have impeded Imperial forces during a military operation, you're under arrest," The officer said as he lowered his hand and placed it on Corium's shoulder.
"You're account is ready Commander, " The desk officer said as he hands back the AI tablet, " Sadly seems like you won't need it, oh well, " he laughs.
"Wait, you mean to tell me that I killed an extremely dangerous menace to society, yet Imperial Society hires criminals like that to do their work and when those criminals get canned... you go after the hunters?" Corium asked in a frenzy as the two officers lifted him from the chair, he fought for a moment before pulling his arms free, " I've got legs.. I can walk."
The three left the office but not before Corium grabbed the AI tablet. Walking down the halls, they past bay after bay of docked ships, heading towards a Imperial Clipper with the Imperial Society's logo painted on one of the doors. The Clipper was huge, but it wasn't a beauty to Corium like his viper was.. then he realized that his viper was docked only one bay past the clipper.
" So, what's on the agenda, you going to arrest me and send me to the senator to hash out a deal or something?" Corium asked before they got to the hallway that led to the docked clipper.
" No Commander, you'll be arrested, stripped of your Pilot's Federation affiliation and sent to the Sorbago mines as a slave," The tone of the man's voice was level and serious... there was no joking going on here.
Corium's eyes bulged for a moment at the thought of the Sorbago system, it was best not to mention that he was one of the pilots that brought heat on the Imperial capital ships in that system when the rebellion was alive. His feet felt heavy as his eyes lowered to the two guard's hips, and then their feet... counting the steps. The idea of slavery was never something he'd get used to... let alone HIM being the slave, so with a quick whip of his hand he nabs the left officers firearm and discharges it into the imperial man's leg leading into a heavy handed smack to the forehead on the other guard using the firearm as a blunt weapon. The second guard collapsed instantly to the ground as his internal clock got punched and the first fell to his ass in pain as he grabbed his leg. A stun baton was damn near in his hand which forced the commander to make the second shot fatal.
The two shots were loud enough to alert the station's own guard. Corium dropped the firearm and sprinted past the Clipper's docking passage to the hallway of his viper. His feet slipped a bit before he regained his balance and continued down the hallway, pushing past two mechanics on their way to fix the ship," Hey pal, watch it... that ship's not even ready to go yet!" one of the mechanics yelled.
" Does it have fuel and working engines?" Corium blurted as he continued running towards his ship.
" Well... yeah, but the hull is still shot to shit," the mechanic screamed down the hall only to have Corium scream back," Sounds good to me!"
The ramp to the door was already down, perfect. His feet carried him quickly as another passing guard tilted his head to listen to his shouldered radio. Corium's ass was up and in the viper within seconds, navigating the corridors that led him past the cargo hold, engine room, and the armory where he only stopped to check that the power relay to the shielding matrix was active and charged. Falling over the edge of the pilot's chair and whirled about and corrected himself, strapping into the chair quickly as the yelling guard outside could be heard through the open ramp and hallway, " Get out of there Commander, you're under arrest!" The sound of brass trumpets called home as the power to the ship cranked on and the loading ramp slowly lifted, the chunky guard trying to leap up to grab it before it latched shut. Trumpets that led into the voice of Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire played loudly though the cockpit as Corium smirked, " Good timing Johnny." he joked as the blue hue of the shielding generator did its job and coated the Viper in a protective shell. The Guard screamed into his radio, " LOCK BAY 4 DOWN NOW! HE'S LEAVING!"
" No time to play ring around the rosey ladies and gentlemen, here comes an unofficial Buckeyball run!" Corium laughed out as he released the landing clamps and slapped the vertical thrusters into a fierce burst of energy, the ship shuddered as it left the magnetic landing pad, " My Own ring of fire, shall me Johnny?" Corium asked his Viper as the engine purred and he eyeballed the scanner, several small Imperial fighters flooding through the docking bay doors. Jerking the ship off towards the next pad, Corium put as much into the engines as he could, the dual lions at the back of his ship roaring loudly as he wrapped around the inside of the station in a loop-de-loop fashion, three of the small imperial fighters taking careful shots at his shields. " Better make the goal before the ref gets mad," he spits out as his eyes catch the inner turrets of the station coming to life. A quick flip of the flight assistance switch leaves him spiraling through one of the support arms of the station's back side as he puts all power into his shielding and prays that the hull doesn't break in half as he twists the nose of the Viper to the side, catching the incoming railing. The shield blazes blue as it encounters the thick metal railing and catapults the Viper towards the center of the stations docking threshold. Dimming down the blue hue fades away to show the station's docking bay door in clear sight. Flight assist gets turned back on and the engines boost towards the stations docking slot, a small sidewinder being the only obstacle.
The sidewinder's pilots flails in his cockpit as the viper's superior shields simply knock him aside, causing the sidewinder to bounce off the letterbox wall and place him wide to an oncoming Imperial fighter which quickly turns into a kinetic missiles, causing the fighter and the sidewinder to burst into flames and explode. Corium's Viper is well outside the station by the time the station's guns lock and begin shooting. The shields hold well even against a few of the stations massive rounds that pound into it, however the smaller Imperial fighter's lasers are stressing it. Flicking assist off one more time, the viper twirls about and levels out with a fighter for only a moment before a hot ball of plasma collides with the smaller ship, turning it into vapors while twin beams cut the pylons off the last fighter. Assist on, align, and the Viper's gone.
The Imperial systems seem so far now, hundreds of light years away... yet the repercussions of that day still sit within the computer of the Corium's Viper. Beforehand, he considered himself an enemy to the Federation, but now... he was truly an enemy of the Empire.
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The asteroids lumbered about like gods at a dinner table while all the tiny servants buzzed about the hall, giving and taking plates of goods. These plates, however, were the holds of various ships that were either filling with minerals or being exploited for those minerals. The massive rings around Sifjar AB 1 were a well known place to find Copper and Indium, and they'd been used by the local factions as currency generation for years. Through time the rings became more and more barren until the only rings left with goods were hugged tightly to the planet itself. This still didn't stop pirates from jumping in and wasting hours filling their hold only to get caught right outside the warp in point due to the planets gravity slowing their FSD.
Cold began to nip at the suited man within the cabin of the frosted over Delacy Viper, the panels infront of him completely dark save for the radial scanner that pinged out across the belt and gave feedback on the various ships within its rocky field. The visor of the suit showed a rhythmic pulse of condensation as the pilot sat watching the radar. Blip by blip he waved his had across as he scanned each one through the viper's internal scanner and those that got close enough had the delightful experience of the warrant scanner giving them a quick pulse.
One blip seemed to never resolve though, and it moved through the belt with almost titanic speed as small pops and booms were heard through the sound emulator program within the cabin. Then, without a warning that blip seemed to turn and find its way towards the cold viper and the asteroid it was latched onto. Minutes passed as the slow and unresolved signature got closer and closer, the only good thing was that the asteroid that the pilot had landed on was due to rotate towards the signature in a few seconds and he'd be able to get a view of what had been lurking about the 'roids.
Slow and steady the asteroid turned, allowing the pilot's eyes to finally catch a quick glimpse of the wireframe painted cobra with one red and one black skull on its "wings". Tapping the scanner's control panel, the pilot tried to zoom in on the unresolved signature and dial up the scanner's power without increasing his own signature but the image was still fuzzy to the component... but it made no different.
A squawk blurted over the comms channel, the audio comms coming alive, " Commander Mel Corium I presume?"
Mel's visor lit up as the internal lights let off a gentle -wwuuuun- as they turned back on, " You assume correct. Might I have the pleasure of knowing whom I'm speaking with?" his gruff voice spoke back through the comms, a small shiver running through his words as the cold of space had begun to chill more than just his ship's windows.
" Commander Kroll...of the Empire, " the voice hesitated on the last half, almost as if the other pilot had to think about it and decide whether to say it or not. "
The amount of power that Kroll was putting towards communication was enough for Corium's scanners to grab a lock and give a basic readout of the ship. "Upgraded thrust, increased power pool which meant a decent distributor, and the ability to keep so cold on the scanners means he's probably got the best powerplant money can buy for that ship," Corium thought as the scanner continued.
" Commander, I do hope our meet will go without cause for alarm. I'm simply here dealing with some... unsavory types that some well off Senator doesn't care to deal with any more, " spoke Kroll in a cold tone with a hint of laughter towards the end. It was no secret that there were a few independent pilots out in this system trying to flip control of the military outpost nearby towards control of the Empire. The Mobius Platform was well placed within the system to allow refuels, rearms and selling off holds before making the trip to the Imperial station.
"Of Course Commander Kroll, as long as you're doing things by the books, " Corium was attempting, poorly, to stall time till the other commander reached the point of distance that the warrant scanner could hit and read back before he could boost off, " However... I'm seeing more than just Hand Gang members dropping off radar.. a few traders are missing too... and a Type-6 mining vessel."
" Ah, yes... the lunch box. Well... seems my employer had more use for his cargo than he did, " that harsh voice spoke again... the accent was placeable now... he was definitely not from Imperial space. The scanner was prepped and ready by this time though, " So I helped the miner in releasing his goods to a ... how do we say... better cause. "
The scanner twined up and began electronically pinging Kroll's computer, " Ah, seems you're curious to what the miner dropped? Maybe we can make a deal you and I, " he said. Corium could almost feel the devilish smile on the other end of the channel.
" No need," said the viper pilot," You've got more than enough of a bounty to pay off what ever lose may occur from destroyed cargo!" The Viper's internal systems sparked on with life as the landing gears de-clamped from the metal asteroid and the engines roared to life like a feral lion with prey in it's sight.
" Shit! Bounty Hunter!" Kroll yelled out. The scanner display on Corium's hud showing the bright 6 figure number next to Kroll's ship information. " Better hope your insurance is paid Hunter, because you're not getting my payout!"
The Cobra's cold signature came to life along with the Viper as the two ship's hardpoints came unlocked and their arsenals were shown. The Cobra was indeed a pirate, three multicannons and a gimballed beam laser on the top side. But Corium wasn't packing lightly at all, the shadow from the asteroid slowly rolled off the ship to expose the black and yellow paint with two class 1 beam lasers on the top, but the surprise was on the bottom... when he rolled over the class 2 torpedo pylon was clearly in sight along side the plasma accelerator.
Corium's Viper wasn't dinky at all as the A Rating engines pushed the ship along the belt with the cobra behind him. The beam laser from Kroll's ship gained its lock and began covering the top side of the viper's shielding in hot energy, but it was short lived as the viper pilot ducked behind an asteroid and full pipped the engine into full reverse as the cobra blew past the asteroid and the viper in an attempt to catch up...leaving Kroll in the front and Corium firmly on his rear.
Twin beam lasers scorched the backside of the cobra's shields for a moment before the shields became over exhausted and they pealed away from the cobra's now vulnerable hull. With adrenaline rushing through him Kroll deployed a timed burst of chaff that caused the lasers to roll off and about the ship hitting nearby asteroids instead. Corium wasn't a fool and expected such, unlocking the Cobra from the computer he was able to manually fire the lasers back into the ship's ass, causing the thrusters to misfire and send Kroll rolling in the reverse direction he intended. Though Corium was skilled, his opponent wasn't some harmless sidewinder beginner, he disabled the flight assist and let the ship twist and roll him out of the asteroid belt, but with his nose now facing the Viper.
A grin was almost visible from Kroll's face under the visor as he re-locked Corium's ship and sent a hellstorm of bullets and beam energy at the viper's front. The bullet didn't seem to dim the shielding around the viper until the hot blast of beam energy started to collect with it. Corium twisted in his seat to slap the Emergency Cell button but clearly remembered he'd used the last one after being rammed by a federal Condor during another battle. Sweat rolled down his face under the helmet as he threw all pips into shielding and lined up the aiming reticle for the plasma accelerator with the Cobra.
"Shields Offline" said the AI calmly as Mel Corium began to panic, the multicannon's only taking a moment to reload before they'd start pelting his own hull and would eventually turn him to a frozen meat pie in space. The Reticle dot was aligned to Kroll's top right, where the FSD is, in his cobra and the targeting computer confirmed that the FSD was selected. With a flick Corium's finger presses the button to send the ball of hot plasma off the rails and at Kroll's ship. The slow moving plasma didn't seem to make its mark as Kroll simply rolled and continued in reverse, full pips in engines. Those multicannons... they finished reloading and were now nailing Corium's ship. The integrity number started dropping fast.
A moment of pure clarity came as Corium looked down to his ship's hull, as the number dipped under fifty. He knew if he did nothing then he'd die, if he ran.. he'd die, if he tried to jump out... he'd die... Then it hit him, Kroll's got Chaff.... and he was pirating for cargo, which meant he had to have had a scanner for that to make sure he was getting holds worth his time, which meant he didn't have point defense....It echoed in Corium's mind for what seemed like forever, ' NO POINT DEFENSE!" he yelled out as he threw the rest of the distributor energy into his engines and pushed forward on the cobra.
The targeting computer's locking tone dialed in and gave a clear high pitched tone as it locked Kroll's ship, he'd been trying to reverse fast enough to evade Corium that he'd forgotten to put energy back into his shield matrix, leaving them offline.
"Rifle," Corium spoke as the AI confirmed, " Rifle One."
The Torpedo left the tube and flew its course, and the next second the audio comms were filled with Kroll's scream as the torpedo slammed directly into his cockpit, and exploded. The cracked cockpit glass behind the Info hologram signed bright blue as the indicator arrived for the collected bounty on Kroll's behalf.
The trip back to Herschel was long and hard as the ships overall integrity was less than 20%, leaving most the modules heavily damaged or malfunctioning. The moment those landing clamps made contact was the moment Corium could breath again. The engineers and mechanics moved to his ship and began their work as he departed to head to the local security office on the station.
The door to the security office slowly closed behind him as he entered with the ship's AI tablet in hand. He'd been scrapping he bottom of the barrel for a while now, looking for a big score, but finally got something that would help him greatly. The security officer gestured for the commander to sit down and get on about what he was here for.
" Claiming the bounty of Commander Kroll, ship scanners showed he had a bounty within the Imperial systems with a net worth of 836,000," claimed Corium as he handed the ship's kill log to the officer.
" Kroll... Kroll... Ah, here it is. Hmmm... Give me a moment. " The Security officer looked through the files on his display as Corium leaned back in the chair, waiting. "Says here you've got a rather large fine with the Federal Systems, care to pay it off with the bounty from Commander Kroll?"
" No thank you, my concerns with the Federation are far far far down on my lists of giving a fuck," Corium retorted, he indeed had a rather large payout in his name for the Federation and he was surprised the officer didn't simply shoot him on sight for it, " Just want the payout from Kroll and the I'm back to my ship. "
Two others entered the office while Corium was dealing with the officer but he didn't care to acknowledge them, he wanted his money and the he was gone. Unfortunately for Corium, he didn't acknowledge them," Commander, Mel Corium?"
" Yes?" he answered.
" We're here on behalf of the Empire due to the death of Commander Kroll, who was on a mission.. again.. on behalf of the Empire," spoke the man behind Corium, who had now turned around and noticed the regalia of the two that entered... they were Imperial Security, typically not seen outside their ships unless you fucked up while docked with a station.
" He's taken care of, no need to thank me. The man was out there killing helpless traders and miners and I was luck enough to encounter him and cashout on his bad luck," Corium laughed as he tooted his own horn.
" Commander, He was under order of Imperial Society to destroy traders and miners within the system regardless of his legality in doing so. In his destruction you have impeded Imperial forces during a military operation, you're under arrest," The officer said as he lowered his hand and placed it on Corium's shoulder.
"You're account is ready Commander, " The desk officer said as he hands back the AI tablet, " Sadly seems like you won't need it, oh well, " he laughs.
"Wait, you mean to tell me that I killed an extremely dangerous menace to society, yet Imperial Society hires criminals like that to do their work and when those criminals get canned... you go after the hunters?" Corium asked in a frenzy as the two officers lifted him from the chair, he fought for a moment before pulling his arms free, " I've got legs.. I can walk."
The three left the office but not before Corium grabbed the AI tablet. Walking down the halls, they past bay after bay of docked ships, heading towards a Imperial Clipper with the Imperial Society's logo painted on one of the doors. The Clipper was huge, but it wasn't a beauty to Corium like his viper was.. then he realized that his viper was docked only one bay past the clipper.
" So, what's on the agenda, you going to arrest me and send me to the senator to hash out a deal or something?" Corium asked before they got to the hallway that led to the docked clipper.
" No Commander, you'll be arrested, stripped of your Pilot's Federation affiliation and sent to the Sorbago mines as a slave," The tone of the man's voice was level and serious... there was no joking going on here.
Corium's eyes bulged for a moment at the thought of the Sorbago system, it was best not to mention that he was one of the pilots that brought heat on the Imperial capital ships in that system when the rebellion was alive. His feet felt heavy as his eyes lowered to the two guard's hips, and then their feet... counting the steps. The idea of slavery was never something he'd get used to... let alone HIM being the slave, so with a quick whip of his hand he nabs the left officers firearm and discharges it into the imperial man's leg leading into a heavy handed smack to the forehead on the other guard using the firearm as a blunt weapon. The second guard collapsed instantly to the ground as his internal clock got punched and the first fell to his ass in pain as he grabbed his leg. A stun baton was damn near in his hand which forced the commander to make the second shot fatal.
The two shots were loud enough to alert the station's own guard. Corium dropped the firearm and sprinted past the Clipper's docking passage to the hallway of his viper. His feet slipped a bit before he regained his balance and continued down the hallway, pushing past two mechanics on their way to fix the ship," Hey pal, watch it... that ship's not even ready to go yet!" one of the mechanics yelled.
" Does it have fuel and working engines?" Corium blurted as he continued running towards his ship.
" Well... yeah, but the hull is still shot to shit," the mechanic screamed down the hall only to have Corium scream back," Sounds good to me!"
The ramp to the door was already down, perfect. His feet carried him quickly as another passing guard tilted his head to listen to his shouldered radio. Corium's ass was up and in the viper within seconds, navigating the corridors that led him past the cargo hold, engine room, and the armory where he only stopped to check that the power relay to the shielding matrix was active and charged. Falling over the edge of the pilot's chair and whirled about and corrected himself, strapping into the chair quickly as the yelling guard outside could be heard through the open ramp and hallway, " Get out of there Commander, you're under arrest!" The sound of brass trumpets called home as the power to the ship cranked on and the loading ramp slowly lifted, the chunky guard trying to leap up to grab it before it latched shut. Trumpets that led into the voice of Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire played loudly though the cockpit as Corium smirked, " Good timing Johnny." he joked as the blue hue of the shielding generator did its job and coated the Viper in a protective shell. The Guard screamed into his radio, " LOCK BAY 4 DOWN NOW! HE'S LEAVING!"
" No time to play ring around the rosey ladies and gentlemen, here comes an unofficial Buckeyball run!" Corium laughed out as he released the landing clamps and slapped the vertical thrusters into a fierce burst of energy, the ship shuddered as it left the magnetic landing pad, " My Own ring of fire, shall me Johnny?" Corium asked his Viper as the engine purred and he eyeballed the scanner, several small Imperial fighters flooding through the docking bay doors. Jerking the ship off towards the next pad, Corium put as much into the engines as he could, the dual lions at the back of his ship roaring loudly as he wrapped around the inside of the station in a loop-de-loop fashion, three of the small imperial fighters taking careful shots at his shields. " Better make the goal before the ref gets mad," he spits out as his eyes catch the inner turrets of the station coming to life. A quick flip of the flight assistance switch leaves him spiraling through one of the support arms of the station's back side as he puts all power into his shielding and prays that the hull doesn't break in half as he twists the nose of the Viper to the side, catching the incoming railing. The shield blazes blue as it encounters the thick metal railing and catapults the Viper towards the center of the stations docking threshold. Dimming down the blue hue fades away to show the station's docking bay door in clear sight. Flight assist gets turned back on and the engines boost towards the stations docking slot, a small sidewinder being the only obstacle.
The sidewinder's pilots flails in his cockpit as the viper's superior shields simply knock him aside, causing the sidewinder to bounce off the letterbox wall and place him wide to an oncoming Imperial fighter which quickly turns into a kinetic missiles, causing the fighter and the sidewinder to burst into flames and explode. Corium's Viper is well outside the station by the time the station's guns lock and begin shooting. The shields hold well even against a few of the stations massive rounds that pound into it, however the smaller Imperial fighter's lasers are stressing it. Flicking assist off one more time, the viper twirls about and levels out with a fighter for only a moment before a hot ball of plasma collides with the smaller ship, turning it into vapors while twin beams cut the pylons off the last fighter. Assist on, align, and the Viper's gone.
The Imperial systems seem so far now, hundreds of light years away... yet the repercussions of that day still sit within the computer of the Corium's Viper. Beforehand, he considered himself an enemy to the Federation, but now... he was truly an enemy of the Empire.
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