Styria-class Galleon Queen of the Rim, outskirts of the Ganzik System
“I don't like this one bit,” muttered Captain Jevs.
He was nearly fifty standard years old now, and most of that had been spent onboard starships. He had seen governments come and go, but he had never seen anything like the Reavers before. For the first time in decades, he was fearful of his job. But he couldn't just quit, not with another one on the way back home. He briefly thought about his unborn child as the rocks tumbled about in the system's Oort Belt. His XO, a younger man, his junior by at least two decades, strode up to him in hand with a datapad.
“Last orders from high command, after they passed through it the ion scrambler,” announced Lieutenant Vladem.
Jevs eyed the orders hungrily, thankful more than ever that someone had enough brights to uncover and reintroduce the technology to the Confederation's infrastructure. While they were used infrequently, less the Reavers fully understand what was going on, they proved to valuable for times like this. His gray-green eyes quickly scanned over the updates. One particular item caught his eye.
“Kark that,” muttered the man.
Vladem frowned, “What are we karking, sir?”
“Commodore Tobias is en route to us with another convoy of Styrias,” said Jevs, handing the datapad back to Vladem, “and they're all outfitted as drone carriers.”
the younger man frowned, “But why? The Ganziks aren't hostile, they're more than thankful enough that we can still supply them...”
“I don't know why high command has got running in their heads,” muttered Jevs, “but it says that after we deliver our ores, our group is to be attached to him, and placed under his command until his operations.”
“But what does that mean?”
“Kark if I know, but I know Tobias. He'll keep us moving as sure as the gears turn...”
“I don't like this one bit,” muttered Captain Jevs.
He was nearly fifty standard years old now, and most of that had been spent onboard starships. He had seen governments come and go, but he had never seen anything like the Reavers before. For the first time in decades, he was fearful of his job. But he couldn't just quit, not with another one on the way back home. He briefly thought about his unborn child as the rocks tumbled about in the system's Oort Belt. His XO, a younger man, his junior by at least two decades, strode up to him in hand with a datapad.
“Last orders from high command, after they passed through it the ion scrambler,” announced Lieutenant Vladem.
Jevs eyed the orders hungrily, thankful more than ever that someone had enough brights to uncover and reintroduce the technology to the Confederation's infrastructure. While they were used infrequently, less the Reavers fully understand what was going on, they proved to valuable for times like this. His gray-green eyes quickly scanned over the updates. One particular item caught his eye.
“Kark that,” muttered the man.
Vladem frowned, “What are we karking, sir?”
“Commodore Tobias is en route to us with another convoy of Styrias,” said Jevs, handing the datapad back to Vladem, “and they're all outfitted as drone carriers.”
the younger man frowned, “But why? The Ganziks aren't hostile, they're more than thankful enough that we can still supply them...”
“I don't know why high command has got running in their heads,” muttered Jevs, “but it says that after we deliver our ores, our group is to be attached to him, and placed under his command until his operations.”
“But what does that mean?”
“Kark if I know, but I know Tobias. He'll keep us moving as sure as the gears turn...”