FRONTIER Peaceful Waters

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  1. Kastor Griffin

    Kastor Griffin Legitimate Businessman

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    Slow Zone
    In front of the Providentia Gate

    Independent Freighter Pelican


    "Prepare for transition friends. Gate contact in three...two...one..." screens, audio and light glitched and blinked as the Pelly slowly pushed itself through the Providentia Gate. Kastor felt a cold shiver run down his spin, he'd gotten used to that, happened everytime they transition. He didn't mind going through, unlike Amelia, who sometimes threw up afterwards. Luckily not this time.

    They were spit out on the other side, like spoiled food you accidentally took a bite off. Kastor pulled up the sensors and visuals of their surroundings. "Damn, whats all dat shit they're buildin' 'ere?"

    "Looks like stations to me, prolly making sure no one entering their system without getting pounded." Said Asher through comms.

    "Sure are paranoid."

    A notification popped up on their screens, indicating they were being hailed. "Speaking of the devil."

    Darby accepted the request. "This is Providentia Gate Control. You have entered the Providentia System. Please state your business and transfer your flight plan immediately."

    "This is the freelancer freighter Pelican. We've been contracted to serve as a replacement freighter for the Sue Fox."

    Kastor hoped Providentia wouldn't give them any trouble. Their papers were official and should allow them to traverse the system in order to make their delivery, but he couldn't say that it hadn't happened that a system refused to let them enter, and Providentia was definitely one of the more hostile systems he had visited so far.

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  2. William Buttersworth

    William Buttersworth Director of PS&E, Captain of the Revenge

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    Bridge of the Ranger - En Route Providentia Gate - Providentia System - Frontier​

    The Ranger was a "White Horse" corvette, not new but not old. It was launched for the first time a whole month before Sol gate opened and joined the first exodus of vessels from New Providence Station. Since then the vessel and its crew had spent a its life patrolling and exploring the Providentia system. Keeping track of any vessels trying to sneak in, stellar phenomenon and the odd artifacts which seemed to be activating across the planets and moons in the system. So far none had posed a threat, simply glowed with the unsettling blue colour associated with the Protomolecule and its long gone builders.

    Currently, the Ranger was docked to the Daedalus, the massive support cruiser of the former Rescue Fleet, now being steadily retooled as a deep space exploration vessel. They had spent the last week hitching a ride on the vessel to take advantage of its array of epstein drives, able to push harder and faster than many vessels manufactured by man. Not that they needed to move fast, they had one more stop on their way to the gate and then after relieving the corvette currently stationed there, a long three month shift standing guard just beyond the edge of the ring, safely out of sight to any who entered. The idea being if a threat was detected, at least one armed vessel could intercept within minutes.

    Captain Álvaro Brooks stood on the bridge, reviewing the most recent updates beamed to them from both their new homeworld, Providentia Prime, and the "Doorstop", the slang word for the station network they were building around the gate. The network, once complete would theoretically be able to disable or destroy all but the heaviest hitters in the Sol Coalition, allowing them valuable time to prepare a response. Brooks and his crew ere on their way to relieve the Rook, another corvette which had spent the last three months playing guard dog behind the gate. He was looking forward to meeting them again, he was good friends with the Captain of the vessel and they had been at opposite ends of the system for too long.

    Going over the mission plan for the day, they had a single stop left. The day before, they had performed a brief meet and greet with the Frigga, a Martian Freighter en route for Prime. The Martians were touchy, having never seen a Providentian Corvette armed and up close, however besides some attention on the coilgun bay, which remained firmly closed, the interaction occurred without incident and the Frigga continued its journey starward.

    Their next stop was an inspection of the independent freighter, named the Pelican. The vessel was supposedly crewed by belters which relieved Brooks. Martians were tiresome, being constantly on edge. At least with the crew of the Pelican he could drop the act for a short time, maybe even speak a little Lang Belta. "Disengaging from the Daedalus in three...two...one...Mark!" announced the Ranger's helmsman, a short man, for belter standards, named Diego. For a brief moment they were weightless as they broke away from the support cruiser and floated in the void for a moment, before the Ranger's twin epstein drives kicked on and Brooks landed back on the deck again.

    After an hour of burning the drives cut out. "We are approaching de Pelican, bossbang," Jamie, the comms officer announced. She had been on the crew for six months and still sometimes forgot their orders, to avoid lang belta whilst on duty. "Captain, not bossmang, at least for de moment. Sa sa?"

    Jamie laughed briefly as she flicked the telescope feeds to the main display. Outside, the Pelican was steadily growing from a pinprick of light with a blue drive plume jetting out the back, to a stout freighter. "Alright team, game faces on ya? Open a channel to them." He announced, doing up the top button on his uniform.

    "Pelican, this is the Providentia Security vessel, Ranger. Prepare to receive an inspection team."
     
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  3. Kastor Griffin

    Kastor Griffin Legitimate Businessman

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    They had passed port control two days ago, now they were making their way through the providentia system. Everything had went well so far.

    Right now most of the crew was sitting in the galley for breakfast, Asher had managed to make their moldy protein stocks look actually close to tasty by turning them into something that looked like eggwhite.

    Suddenly the ship switched to red light and a metallic voice announced "Proximity alert, Proximity alert."

    "Well then kiddos, lemme go see whats interrupting our delicious meal." Said Hindrick, grabbed his coffee cup and began climbing up the ladder.

    Kastor gulped down the rest of his coffee and followed him. On the bridge Hindrick had just reached his couch when Kastor poked his head through the shaft. "What is it?"

    "Scanners picked up a ship on intercept course, by the looks of it it's a Providentia vessel, still far out but I set the alert to sensitive.

    "Should prep for inspection then."

    ....

    An hour later everything that the Providentians didn't necessarily have to see was squared away and they were waiting to be boarded.

    Bryan, Kastor and Amelia stood inside the main cargo bay, waiting to greet their new friends.

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  4. William Buttersworth

    William Buttersworth Director of PS&E, Captain of the Revenge

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    Aboard the Ranger, docked with the Pelican - Providentia System - Frontier​

    With a hiss the airlock of the Ranger swung open, revealing the short umbillicus it had extended across the void. At the other end, the airlock of the Pelican was still shut, however alert lights blinked around it showing it was part way through its cycling procedure. Captain Brooks took a step forward and disengaged his magboots, floating serenely out from the airlock and into the tube. Behind him, two marines, or the equivalent of marines, followed him out. Each wore body armour and weaponry purchased from Mars. They looked intimidating, however they kept their faces visible and their rifles stowed. No point in being unpleasant, the crew were supposed to be belters after all.

    As Brooks floated steadily down the tube, he stole a quick glance out the portals in the umbilicus' flexible skin. The void stared back, pin-pricked with thousands of stars. It reminded him all too quickly of how little currently separated him from a violent death and he decided to instead focus his attention on the airlock ahead of him. When they reached the half way point between the two ships the airlock of the Pelican let out a short but loud alert tone and pulled into the hull, sliding off to the side. Within it three figures stood, their figures silhouetted by the internal lights of the ship. They continued to drift towards the vessel, with Brooks making a mental note to push off with slightly more force next time. He was not a fan of awkward silences.

    Soon enough his magboots drifted over the deck of the pelican. He clicked them together and was attached to the floor within second. After the two marines joined him on either side, he strode over to the three figures, extending his hand. "Welcome to the Providentia system. My name is Captain Álvaro Brooks and I'll be conducting your inspection today. My two associates here are Private Farah and Private Chang. They are here to expedite the process and nothing more." As the freighters crew introduced themselves he shook each of their hands in turn.

    "Alright, lets get this done. We'll need access to your cargo hold for starters." The Pelican crew lead the way, heading into the bowels of the vessel. Brooks was mildly disappointed by the fact much of the crew were not, in fact, belters. It was always good to hear news from back home in the Sol system, but then again Providentia was his new home. "So...Much been happening on the other side of the gate? You guys came from New Tycho right?"
     
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  5. Kastor Griffin

    Kastor Griffin Legitimate Businessman

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    Kastor didn't like officers of the law, no matter which faction, kinda came with the occupation, but he played nice. The ship had two cargo bays, the first one was directly connected to the upper airlock and the second one was at located near the engine at the very bottom of the ship. There were also a few rooms that had been converted to carry cargo.

    They led the men into both cargo bays, showing them that they had nothing to hide.

    "Eh not really. Business as usual. Tycho's nearly done constructin'. Not been to Sol in a while tho. Ain't no work there."
    he spoke in a casual tone while they went down to the lower cargo bay.
     
  6. William Buttersworth

    William Buttersworth Director of PS&E, Captain of the Revenge

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    Aboard the Pelican - Providentia System - Frontier​

    Brooks stood over an open crate, peering in at its contents. His eyes narrowed for a moment as he verified the barcode on one of its contents before slamming the crate shut again. "Looks like everything seems to be in order here." He motioned back forwards the way that they had come. From the schematics the Pelican had sent ahead, they had been showed around the two main cargo holds and several smaller rooms, the cargo seemed to be relatively standard although Brooks did find it odd such a vessel had been contracted for the job instead of the systems own merchant fleet.

    The system had ten enormous freighters running between Prime and New Tycho at all hours, hauling out uranium, lithium, iridium, palladium and gods only knew what else. On their return journey they hauled whatever the colony required. It would be another few years yet before the planet itself was entirely self sustaining, but it was getting there, and faster than most.

    Soon enough they had arrived back at the airlock. "Yes I've heard troubling things about Sol, that Mars seems to be collapsing in on itself, Earth forcefully relocating some of its people to new colonies. The outer planets being neglected in favour of the frontier. Troubling stuff."
     
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  7. Kastor Griffin

    Kastor Griffin Legitimate Businessman

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    Kastor was relieved the custom officer didn't try to scam them for a share in their winnings or attempted to impound their cargo for some reason. Now they were escorting the three men back to the airlock.

    "I make a rule for myself not to stick my nose into other peoples business, what earth and mars do doesn't concern me as long as they leave me alone." He responded, shrugging.

    If he was being honest he was a little concerned about the imminent collapse of the Martian Congressional Republic. The UN and MCR were much easier to deal with than the belters. Yes their taxes and tariffs were often hard, but it'd never ruined him. Belters on the other hand almost always tried to scam him for his cargo, of course they didn't see it as theft, for them they were rightfully taking what was there. His worst encounters had always been with belters who didn't think they should pay the price.
     
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  8. William Buttersworth

    William Buttersworth Director of PS&E, Captain of the Revenge

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    Brooks nodded along for a moment. "It should be...Mars is a wounded beast these days, its strength is waning...that is certain, but like all creatures pushed to the edge, they are far more dangerous, and unpredictable."He tapped his terminal, approving each inspection round he had been assigned. Both of the Marines also provided their inspection reports and pushed out of the airlock, floating back towards the Ranger.

    Brooks stood on the edge of the airlock, facing the crew of the Pelican. "Anything else to declare before we wrap up this interaction?"
     
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  9. Kastor Griffin

    Kastor Griffin Legitimate Businessman

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    Kastor just shrugged at the mans comment on the situation in Sol.

    "No Officers. What you saw is what we got." He gestured towards the crates in the cargo hold.

    "I hope you have a pleasant day."


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  10. William Buttersworth

    William Buttersworth Director of PS&E, Captain of the Revenge

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    Brooks nodded, satisfied with the inspection, and pushed off and out of the airlock. As he drifted back into the airlock of the Ranger, the doors slammed shut behind in while the umbilicus retracted. A short time later they were underway, heading towards the Doorstop at a leisurely 0.3g's.

    Brooks continued to watch the Pelican on the scopes until it was nothing more than a slightly brighter star, heading towards Providentia.
     
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  11. Youssef Davila

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    Orbital City Builder - Civilian Docks - Providentia - Frontier​

    Youssef shivered and pulled his coat tighter around his thin frame, zipping the front of it all the way up to his chin. The docks on the OCB were the same temperature as every other station in the steadily expanding human civilisation, a comfortable 22 degrees Celsius. It was still too cold for him, having spent the last month in the searing heart of Providentia Prime's equatorial desert. He figured he'd adjust back to the temperature around the same time he stopped finding dust and sand in curious places.

    He stood in front of a civilian docking bay with a stout vessel currently resting in it. It wasn't a huge ship, though at the same time it wasn't small...it was just right...He thought to himself. The display above the airlock showed its name as the Pelican, out of New Tycho Station. Next to its name pulsed a yellow alert with text scrolling along it: "CREW WANTED, INQUIRE WITHIN."

    He shivered again, and stepped forward to press the intercom next to the airlock. It rang for a few minutes and nothing happened, so it pressed it again and it rang out again. "Sabaka..." He swore under his breath, checking his terminal. No messages...He looked around at the other airlocks that lined the dock, other ships were constantly arriving and leaving but something drew Youssef to this one. He was about to turn and leave...but decided to try his luck again. He pressed the button one more time.

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  12. Kastor Griffin

    Kastor Griffin Legitimate Businessman

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    They'd stayed at the orbital station. Mostly 'cause they didn't have any new jobs and couldn't afford to leave the system just like that, they'd have to find a job that carried them back. Couldn't make any tours without money.

    Of course "they" meant Kastor, who else? So while his crew were out and about trying to have a good time, he looked for new crew members to fill the holes, passengers to take on and a job that'd put more money in their pockets. Something to keep 'em flyin' just a lil longer.

    He'd already turned down three wannabe adventurers who didn't seem to believe in the values of hard work and instead thought they could get a life of sex, action and glory on a ship like his.

    So when the bell rang again he didn't feel like amswering. Just another asshole, surely. When the bell rang a second time he reluctantly got up.
     
  13. Youssef Davila

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    The man who opened the airlock looked disheveled to say the least. Judging by his stubble and the dark shadows under his eyes, he'd been taking advantage of the ample entertainment options on the main concourse of the OCB. A small smile fought its way to the corner of his lips before he reasserted his cool, calm and professional demeanor.

    "My name is Youssef Davila, I have come to answer the advertisement you have put up about a new crew member."

    The man looked him up and down. At the rucksack on his back with a rifle slung underneath it, at the mans classic African style tattoos that covered much of his body and then settling on him robotic arm. Youssef waited patiently...wondering what was going on inside the mans head.
     

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