"Sir, two pirate vessels closing in on the Liquidator."
Sarian Rifter looked at his forward viewscreen before he yelled his orders.
"Launch hellhound missiles and move in on attack vector!"
The Retribution gracefully turned to face the two intruders, preparing its primary weapons. The two vessels were moving in on the freighter at breakneck speed, but not so fast as to maneuver a missile. Both ships were incinerated in a single, large blast.
"Thanks Sarian, but I think you underestimate us."
"Oh, why?"
"Just because I pilot a freighter doesn't mean I'm not defenseless."
"So that's why I'm being paid to escort you, huh?"
Sarian's voice showed a hint of sarcasm. He quickly told his officers to make the jump to hyperspace and to alert him when they were two hours away from their destination.
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Laying on his bed, in his cramped quarters, Sarian's thoughts were of his past.
It hadn't always been like this. No, he could still remember when he tried to make a living legally. He had always wanted to have his own ship so he had signed up as a pilot for the Federation Navy. He was part of Omega Squadron, and he was assigned an Anaconda. On his first assignment, he got a short briefing from his squadron commander. The full briefing was then sent to his ship. It read:
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Omega 3
Proceed to Alphara System. Refuel at SD1. Rendezvous with Omega 4 and proceed to SD2. Report to Docking Bay 89 for debriefing.-W
I guess he doesn't like to write in complete sentences, mumbled Sarian. Sar, (as he was now called for short) hadn't gotten enough sleep. Nevertheless, he climbed into his ship and awaited the commanders orders.
Five days later, he was at SD2's bar, quietly sipping an Aldebaranian ale. Suddenly, a high ranking officer rushed in," Get to your ships, an Auroran fleet approaches..."
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