The Small pirate cruiser came out of hyperspace and slowed to impulse speeds for its final approach to the fleet of captured equipment parked in orbit around a cold, dying star on the edge of charted Nijayais space. Immediately, three Nijayais destroyers swung in, and took stations around and behind it, dwarfing the tiny, ancinet cruiser. After pinging its transponder, they ordered the cruiser to refresh its acess codes, or be destroyed. On board, the Comm officer paged nervously through his notes nervously, then turned to the second lietenant in charge of the prize crew.
"LT, they want us to refresh our codes, we're useing the newest ones in the codebook. What do I say?"
Second Leiutenant Caroline Picker had been an officer of the watch on the Barbarossa for years, and was Pharris's most trusted watch officer. She was always placed in charge of prize crews on the most valuable captures, because she was capable of handling ships through almost any situation.
"It fits with the story, we were separated at Ferapont, and we had to land somewhere to fix our hyperspace engine before we could return. Send it."
She watched out the window, they were so close to the Destroyer that she could see the captain staring at her through the Bridge's bay windows.
She smiled and waved, he waved back. Without turning her head, she told the helmsman, who was flying leftseat, to put a little more space between the ships. She sat back in her seat, as the figure slowly shrunk out of view.
The cruiser cockpit was cramped, but was shaped much like that of a commercial airliner, with two forward facing seats for the Pilot and Copilot, and a third chair in the rear for the communications/radar officer. Further back, in the cramped engineering compartment, there were two engineers, but the ship only had bunks for four people.
The cruiser flew between the massive stardocks, the comm officer furiously snapping photographs with a camera, making a mental count of the numbers and classes of ships present. A fighter was leading the cruiser towards the landing bay on one of the larger shipbuilding facilities. The helmsman landed the ship gently, and lt. Picker took a deep breath, and got into character. She opened the hatch of the cruiser, and extended the ladder. as she was about to climb out, she shouted up to the flight deck.
"Keep those engines warm helm, I may be back real soon."
She was met by two guards, who took her gun and lead her to a lift, which took her up to a suite that had become Carm's quarters. He was sitting in a chari, sipping some strong drink from a glass. As she entered, he placed it on the table, and smiled at Picker.
"Now, please explain to me why you are so late, and why you are in command of what used to be Loran's ship?"
"Loran was a fool. He was killed on board the drydock. We were lucky to save our ship from capture. Pharris' men were well armed."
"Is that so? then why are you so late in your return?"
"Our hyperspace engine was damaged in the fight. The engineer didn't realise until we tried to leave the system, at which point it was too late. It took days for him to fix it."
Carm looked at her, trying to judge her story.
"Well thank you for returning my ship. I think it would be best if you and your crew stayed here forw while so that we can sort out this matter completely. "
He smiled, as the guards approached her from behind. Immediately, She turned and tackled one of them, knocking him to the floor. She pulled his gun and put the handle of it to his temple. He screamed, and she turned and put a shot into the second guard. She turned, only to see carm running for a phone. She put a shot through it, then made a run for the door. she crossed the hallway and jumped into the lift. she got out at her floor and reacher the ship at the same time the guards did. She ran for the ship just as her helmsman emerged from the doorway with a machine gun. He proceeded to empty several hundred rounds towards the approaching guards, as the LT strapped into the pilots seat and took off. He shut the door as the ship left the hangar bay, pursued by several dozen fighters.
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A million kilometers away, Captain Pharris watched the ECM screens light up.
"Well, it looks like somebody's in trouble... Helm, let's go."
"Aye aye, skip"
The Andalosa leapt forward at lightspeed, and dropped out in the middle of the fray, right on top of the cruiser. Immediately, the anfti fighter guns started shooting, filling space with thousands of bolts of energy. In the confusion, the Cruiser made a break to Hyperspace as the Andalosa tore into the ships nearby. As the repaired destroyers arrived on scene, Pharris decided to make his exit. He fired a few volleys of Missiles, and left the system, following the cruiser.