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Rizzo
Between Nebulae approaching System 87 F
The space between the nebulae was dense with heavy gas and dust. An astrogation hazard by any standards as there was no good way of moving through the purplish haze quickly. A slow approach was the way to effectively and safely navigate the cloud in space.
The joint venture of the USO's Sky Guard and FSCorp's shipping fleet would with any luck be a massive success as there was viable way out of the nebula, only the passage where the density was not as great surrounded by gasses dense enough to strip the shields of all but the strongest of ships. Sensors would be easily deceived in such a cloud, the jammer buoys embedded in the thick, icy gasses. Further down the channel three Caravan Heavy Freighters(Prosperity Dawn, Blue Caribou, and Belle in Red) laid in wait, submerged in the gas as they waited for the moment to spring their trap and stab their enemies in the back.
Further down the corridor hung a single dull silver power armor centered with the gaseous walls. Spectre, once the Anthedon of a proud Patrician was now the monstrosity of a renegade spy who's intentions were as cloudy as the nebula.
One intention remained perfectly clear, the man wasn't going to ask anybody to do a job he wasn't willing to do himself.
However, while Candon Suites seemed alone in the corridor his allies were indeed close, for to his left and right lay two Broadsword Light Cruisers submerged in the nearly solid clouds. Also submerged were landlines spanning the distance between ships for communicating clearly while smothered in the blankets of frozen gas.
At long last the jammer bouys detected gravitational disturbances, the enemy was close.
"Spectre to all units," Candon called, "the enemy approaches. Check in."
The space between the nebulae was dense with heavy gas and dust. An astrogation hazard by any standards as there was no good way of moving through the purplish haze quickly. A slow approach was the way to effectively and safely navigate the cloud in space.
The joint venture of the USO's Sky Guard and FSCorp's shipping fleet would with any luck be a massive success as there was viable way out of the nebula, only the passage where the density was not as great surrounded by gasses dense enough to strip the shields of all but the strongest of ships. Sensors would be easily deceived in such a cloud, the jammer buoys embedded in the thick, icy gasses. Further down the channel three Caravan Heavy Freighters(Prosperity Dawn, Blue Caribou, and Belle in Red) laid in wait, submerged in the gas as they waited for the moment to spring their trap and stab their enemies in the back.
Further down the corridor hung a single dull silver power armor centered with the gaseous walls. Spectre, once the Anthedon of a proud Patrician was now the monstrosity of a renegade spy who's intentions were as cloudy as the nebula.
One intention remained perfectly clear, the man wasn't going to ask anybody to do a job he wasn't willing to do himself.
However, while Candon Suites seemed alone in the corridor his allies were indeed close, for to his left and right lay two Broadsword Light Cruisers submerged in the nearly solid clouds. Also submerged were landlines spanning the distance between ships for communicating clearly while smothered in the blankets of frozen gas.
At long last the jammer bouys detected gravitational disturbances, the enemy was close.
"Spectre to all units," Candon called, "the enemy approaches. Check in."