Formally claim the space station. Go over all specifications of the station itself.
[3] Legally, the station, and the small, dead planet that is orbits belong to Maxwell Media Solutions. But, a swift call indicates that they'd be happy to sell both planet and station for a low, low price of .5 Acredits.
[8] The station has been remodeled so many times it's hard to tell the original purpose, the lead-filled gun-turret in the center looks to be a mass-driver gun, used for bombarding enemy ships. Those domes attached to the side that were once filled with fuel are now filled with water, along with their own little eco-systems.
A small -massive to a human- ring around the top of the massive barrel was once a STL transmitter, back in the days before the Interfeed. The walls of the station, bearing thick racks that once held guns, now hold wires, some sparking and loose. Gashes mark the walls in places, looking to have been inflicted by claw.
Head for Voandrath, Order all ships to follow me and to set down in the shipyard on the planets moon.
Then order 5 of the captains to go to the surface and look for any information of use to me or anybody who might be interested in hiring us.
[~] You arrive in Voandrath and set down on the moon, no one batting an eye-lash as you register your rag-tag fleet.
[3] Despite your captains best attempts, they find nothing of interest, even in the lower, more cluttered parts of the massive port-city, no one has any jobs of interest or worth.
[~] However, you soon receive a contact from someone...their face masked by static, voice garbled.
"If you're looking for a job, head to Isis System. Third Orbit in. Come alone and by yourself. Five Acredits pay, when you get the job done."Then it flickers off.
Call for help and try to stop the bleeding by bandaging it. If it is not enough, try the shirt.
[10] You hear boots tromping down the corridor after your call, a few Kevlar suited men and women with guns scanning the area, before blinking at you and the other two.
After a second, the draw out bandages, handing them to you, before one sets off in a brisk jog, calling over her shoulder.
"I'll get the medics!"
[8+1] The extra bandages help stem the massive amount of blood gushing from the wound, covering you hands and several places on your clothes. The man himself, young, with brown hair and green eyes staring dully into the distance, his hand clenching around the woman's by his side.
[7] After a few moments of applying pressure, a medical team with a cot arrives, picking up after your work. The young woman and young man follow their friend on the stretcher, the woman still holding his hand.
[6] You stride out, still trying to chase after Versen, the harsh light of the sun automatically making a sweat break out on your pale skin as it is half muted by the oncoming night.
[9] A fire burns in a nearby plaza, the smell of burnt flesh wafting up from the smokey pyre, quite a few corpses, three which look human, before the skin is melted off, and a number of other, stranger, reptilian corpses sit burning.
You sneak a little closer, and notice Versen standing behind a kneeling man, his arm length sawn-off inches away from the back of the other man's head.
The man is pale, shivering, praying with a rosary hung with a patriarchal cross, his arm is missing, the stump covered with a blood-tinted bandage.
"...please forgive me father, for I have sinned..." he speaks, softly, head bowed. Versen stands behind, saying nothing, a bandage across one side of his face, his armor tore with large gash marks.
"You fought well, Corporal Redion...I'm sorry it had to come to this. God take you."Redion nods, putting the rosary aside and closing his eyes.
Blam.Return home! Or...to Hellstal.
The trip through space is boring and slow, the broken down fleet lumbering behind you, pieces of wreckage occasionally drifting from it, trailing behind or impacting other ships. They sent into a stable orbit around Hellstal, avoiding the large amount of ruin and wrack that drifts around the planet like a macabre cloud.
Every ship is accounted for, the Hiveship covered by several normal ships, which seem to have no purpose there unless to be sacrificial lambs for any slaughter that may occur.
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