C.S.S. Astrid
.2 LY from Kittery, Fomer Territory of House Davion
12 November 3069 - 1733 Hours
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"Colonel, we have a problem!"
I stood bolt-upright, and whirled on my heel toward the tactical officer.
"What
[ - Soundtrack - ]C.S.S. Astrid
.2 LY from Kittery, Fomer Territory of House Davion
12 November 3069 - 1742 Hours
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"The Agammemnon's closing to weapons range -
C.S.S. Astrid
Kittery, Fomer Territory of House Davion
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"This is Colonel Taylor Reese of the Crayven Corporation. Looks like you boys could use a hand."
The bridge crew of the stolen Blakist DropShip were a motley-looking bunch, but at least they were alive. Dressed mostly in prision garb and janitors' uniforms, they presented an appearence more in line w
"Of course, Captain. Consider it done."
As the Crayven commandoes assisted the surviving Legionnaires with their transfer to the Astrid, I motioned for Garland to walk with me. The conversation I wanted to have with him was one of a nature I didn't wish to impose on the already-demoralized survivors - and one that, by its very nature, was a subject that I approached even Garland with extreme caution.While Maxwell and Garland discussed the best route to take with our one remaining quantum jump, my comm unit chirped, and I quietly excused myself from the proceedings to answer it.
"Reese. Go ahead."
The unit cycled moment
Hashoush's Electronic Bazaar
Industrial Sector
Galaport, Galatea - April 10, 3071
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"You promised me the plasma manifold in two weeks' time! Where is it?" I demanded, leaning menacingly across the counter toward Nadid Hashoush, the proprietor of the massive, hardware-strewn warehouse which served as one of many hole-in-the-wall repositories for MechWarriors s
Hashoush's Electronic Bazaar
Industrial Sector
Galaport, Galatea - April 10, 3071
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"Colonel, now we have a problem."
A feeling of impending doom began to wash over me as I watched Harris' expression become intensely grim. I wasn't certain that I even wan
I mulled Harris' statement for several long minutes, along with the insane ramblings of General Caswell. It made perfect sense that the new CEO would be attempting a deceptive maneuver - I seriously doubted that he had any faith left in Harris given the current circumstances - Harris had effectively cast his lot with rebels wanted for a dozen or more mutinous offenses against the Company - I'd long ago lost count - to say nothing of
"So tell me, what can Clan Nova Cat do for you?"
The shock of the words quite literally made my head spin. I looked fervently from side to side, trying to reassure myself that no one within earshot had picked up on the trailing end of the sentence - or cared, if they had. My voice dropped to a husky whisper as I addressed Ms. D
"Now Colonel I understand you have a ship that is out of commission. What do you need to get her at least mobile and combat effective at best?"
I tilted my head toward Faina Devalis. It seemed odd to be on the receiving end of such a question. Usually, representatives of the Crayven Corporation found themselves catering to the
