Azumi waited impatiently at Sedina B-8. She had attacked five convoys so far, but she was forced to let two of the run unhurt. She was not about to get her Vulture destroyed before time. And the one ton crate in her cargo room made her Vulture react like a full moth. A lone ship exited from the wormhole, right on time. She hailed it immediately,
"You wouldn't hit a girl, would you? Blink blink"
NP turned his Vulture towards her ship and hailed her back.
NP: You have been recognised as a type three radar echo. Authorisation for immediate destruction has been granted. Cease all movement and be destroyed.
She smiled a predatory smile and hailed back.
"So, are you gonna bite or are you only gonna bark little doggie". With that she fired her Itani Mk III Neutron Guns across his ship.
She destroyed his ship seven times before she stopped flying back to replace the lost armour. And even then it wasn't until his third ship had been boomed that he succeeded in firing that last neutron beam into her ship resulting in a most satisfying explosion. He searched immediately and found his Xithricite box. He scooped it up and set his navigation up for home. He entered the wormhole as Azumi jumped in again. Now the traders passing B-8 would get no more free passes. He passed the information on the VPR channel. Contacts may be contacts, but he was after all, a member of PA.
Killdog Deathwad was poking around the wreckage parts, measuring and comparing. The pipe in his mouth was emanating obnoxious fumes of smoke, but that did not seem to disturb him at all. He would close one eye from time to time when the smoke got too bad. At other times he would take the pipe out and point it at one or another thing while thinking. Moda was sitting in his chair with Mick, slowly drinking a beer and observed as his carefully laid evidence was examined.
"Hrumpf, now that IS interesting" Killdog said, "if that is not evidence, I don't know what is." He grabbed one particular piece of shrapnel and motioned to Moda and Mick to join him. Killdog showed them the barcode on the side.
"Unless I am much mistaken, this is a piece from a sunflare rocket launcher. And as far as I know, I recall that this particular barcode is from a production run made for the Corvus military branch. Find the recipient, and you find one fake PA pilot." Killdog looked at Moda. "Now, you were about to get us some of that famous Helio Mists young man?" He smiled, the gold tooth he had implanted instead of his left upper canine flashed as he inserted the pipe on its usual place.
NP had his confirmation. He hated owing anything to anyone, but it wouldn't be long before he could repay yoda. He sent a secure message to Surbius with the information he had received. He answered with the information they had found from the wreckage which made NP nod. It all made sense. He reported his findings to MiexonBionic.
"Good. Time to end this charade" Miexon said, "I'll contact Ecka immediately. About bloody time to act instead of react"
""BREAK BREAK""
"CORVUS NEWS NETWORK with a special report on the TGFT versus PA was"
Our reporter in Dau is right now at a press meeting in TGFT HQ, where the top of TGFT and PA is declaring that the war was a scam, to draw out criminal elements that had attacked and destroyed the TGFT protected TPG convoy to Remley Orbital. Whether this attack had anything to do with the two hideous attacks on said station, they have not informed the public. The head of state of UIT has offered his apologies to TPG for the misunderstanding that has happened.
What happens now? This reporter is at a loss. The criminal elements that did this are still at large. Maybe BLAK is still lurking in the depths of space.
""BREAK BREAK""
The Anarchist was whistling. He was setting up what was going to be his biggest show yet. And right under the noses of the powers involved. This time he had made certain that nothing would interfere with his work. The timings were worked out perfectly, and he had even found an agreeable place to activate it from. The Paddy's Pancakes. They even served a decent pancake menu. Catastrophes always made him so hungry, and here he could watch and eat at the same time.
Arton received the urgent message on the way down to his fighter. Only the Council of Seven had the authority to flash an Urgent message directly to his PDA. He was slightly puzzled, but opened it at once. The message made him loose his cool for a couple of seconds. They wanted him to abort the last attack. Abort and clean up, the euphemism for eliminating The Anarchist. They had to be joking, he was about to finish his work and fulfil his quest. Something must have gone wrong. He checked CNN and almost lost it there and then. How the H*** had Ecka survived? He had made sure himself, that the TGFT commander would be killed. He started running for his ship. Abort? No way he would, not even if he had been able to. He had to run and stay low for a long time now. He sent a message to Fadhe and informed him to meet him at the usual place. Somebody was going to have to explain all this.
