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Thread: We Make Our Own Fate (Alvis&Rania)

Verity ignored the voices behind her as she typed as quickly as she could to encrypt her research. She had just exited out of the program when she felt something attach itself to her shoulder. Turning her head slightly to look at it, she barely got a glimpse of a blinking light before a jolt was sent right through her entire body. Her muscles stiffened as she stumbled forward into the wall, her hands struggling to maintain hold on the padscreen. Her legs gave out from under her as she struggled to maintain her thought process. But her data had been saved, encrypted, and that was all that mattered. Her fingers struggled to maintain their hold on the padscreen as the group of soldiers moved past her into the safe room while the one that had fired the pulse approached. Leaning down, Verity's fingers curled around the edges of the pad as the woman reached out to grab hold of her precious data, yanking it out of her hands. Verity's breath quickened as her eyes widened in shock at having all her hard work ripped from her grasp from what appeared to be a government soldier. Two other soldiers wrapped their hands beneath her shoulders and pulled her up to her weakened feet. Struggling to keep up as they half walked, half dragged the scientist into the room. Once inside, Verity was able to find her bearings as the pulse of electricity coursing through her veins began to run down into the floor, exiting her body through her feet as her legs strengthened enough that she could stand up straight. Straightening herself up, she looked to the soldier who began to speak about having a 'chat' with her, beckoning her to the second chair at the table. Glancing to her left and right, Verity took note of all the military in and outside the room before she took a few unsure steps forward. Sitting down gingerly at the table in the center of the room, she lifted her hands and rested them on the table in front of her, glancing around nervously at all the weapons as she tried to assert her civilian status, her unarmed being. Not speaking, Verity lowered her gaze as one hand began to pick nervously at the cuticles of the other. Tendrils of her hair fell over her face as her foot bounced nervously on the floor. Who were these soldiers? Why would they kill their own? Was this some coverup to make it look like they had been attacked to use the weapon? Was she no longer useful to the government? The questions filled her mind as she absently bit her lip in nervousness, terrified for her life as her breath quickened in her chest.
Thread: We Make Our Own Fate (Alvis&Rania)

Well, she'd sat down. He wasn't sure if her silence was due to fear or co-operation, or what. But it wasn't terribly important to him right now. He had to get a few answers, and he imagined that she might be forthcoming. My name is Matthias Roan. I'm the captain of the Independent Starship Fateless . We are in control of your ship, and the troopers on board are dead or under guard. So that leaves me with one big question. What exactly am I going to do with you? We don't often take prisoners, there's not much money in it. SO the way I see it, you can give me some information that's worth having, adn we'll leave you be, and depart once we have what we want from the ship. Or, you can give me a hard time, at which point I'm likely going to just shoot you, and then leave the ship after we've gotten what we want from it. So I'm going to leave how this goes up to you. He said clmly, frankly, no real malice or threat in his voice. It was like he was explaining what was for lunch. Roan had to wonder how this was going to go. he had to wonder at her age, how well she knew her history. Most people who had paid even cursory attention to the news over the last few decades knew his name, knew a lot of his record. Matthias Roan had been a colonel in the military, and had served for so long most couldn't remember a time that he hadn't been a regular feature in reports from the front lines. But then he had quietly 'retired' after an apparent fall out with High Command. His 'retirement' had not been so calm, so clean, and had resulted in his closest friends in the service leaving with him, and taking up the life of the pirate to keep on the move and keep themselves alive. As it worked out, they were good at it. Rumours had circulated, and Roan had to know what side of she might be on when it came to him, or if he was in luck, and she might not have heard of him at all.
Thread: We Make Our Own Fate (Alvis&Rania)

Verity's eyes rose from staring at her fingers as he began to speak to her, introducing himself to her as he began to speak of how they had commandeered the ship and had killed everyone else on board. He then went on to explain that he had no desire to keep her alive if she didn't provide some sort of information to them. She had been a prisoner on the ship for years, trapped within the research that could end up destroying worlds as she was forced to work for the intergalactic government. Something this man, wearing the government military uniform didn't seem to know as he demanded any useful information from her. And if she didn't prove useful....well, he left no question of what he thought of her. Verity's gaze returned to her fingers as she contemplated her fate. Was this just a trick? Some ruse to see if she would give up the research she had been working on so far out in space in secret? Being a prisoner since she was eighteen years old had removed any knowledge she had of anyone outside of the prison ship so she did not recognize the man before her merely his uniform, which was not a good sign in her eyes. Thinking through her options, Verity decided to give up some information that hopefully wouldn't incriminate her as a traitor to the government. Biting her lip, she raised her gaze once again, her voice shaking uncontrollably as she spoke. Don't go to Deck E, she warned quietly, her gaze matching his as she explained, There is enough nuclear material there to obliterate every being on board and it's rigged to blow without the proper clearance.
Thread: We Make Our Own Fate (Alvis&Rania)

Roan blinked as she spoke. He tapepd his ear, activating hte com there. All hands, clear away from Deck E, repeat, clear away. Await further instructions. He ordered. He waited the few moments before getting the acknowledgements before turning back to the woman. You see, that? That is the kind of thing that will make sure that you live a long, healthy life. I appreciate that kind of thing. He told her honestly with a nod. But his mind was racing. Atomics weren't terribly hard to come across in most cases, but were still rare enough that it raised questions. Why was this ship packed with them? It was a tramp freighter. Sure, it was a big one, but not the kind of thing that normally called for a nuclear response. Roan leaned forward, his elbows on the table, his fingers steepled in front of his face. So...why exactly are there nukes on this ship? And why are they rigged for E deck? He asked. At the mention of E deck being rigged, one of the soldiers in the hall set off at a jog down the hall, looking for a terminal. When he found one, he ran a cable from his helmet, and plugged into it. He called up data, and closed his eyes, letting himself fall into the link. Soon he was awash in the data stream, looking for anything on E deck, but making sure that he avoided any of the security trips that might be in place. What he found was a void. The deck was completely sealed off from anything else on the ship. He felt his gut grow cold. That meant a Black Bag operation.
Thread: We Make Our Own Fate (Alvis&Rania)

Verity watched in amazement as the commander ordered all his men away from E Deck. Biting her lip, still incredibly nervous about the whole situation, Verity's attention was brought back to the man as he commended her on providing him information, indicating that it had saved her life in that moment. And then more questions were raised and the interrogation resumed. Verity's legs shook beneath the table as her back hunched slightly as her gaze returned to her fidgeting fingers. It was silent in the room for a few moments as she thought about the information that she had. We're, she stopped for a moment as she peered behind her at the men who guarded the door and the corridors, We're a research vessel, sponsored by the Intergalactic Government... Her voice trailed off again as her hands moved from atop the table and down into her lap, her fingers trying to stop her legs from shaking. She couldn't think of any information that wouldn't land her in the electricity chamber if this truly was a test. There was nothing else she could give up without being indicted for treason. So she decided to stay silent, her breath catching up in her throat as she swallowed hard, terrified the commander would make good on his word and kill her.
Thread: We Make Our Own Fate (Alvis&Rania)

Roan nodded as she spoke, runing osme number in his head. Government research explained the troopers, but nto the ship. A tramp freighter wasnt the kind of ship you wanted to run research on. Sure, it was big, and had some space in it, but it would need a massive overhaul just to have adequate internal shielding and sensors. It raised yet more questions. His com buzzed again, adn he touched it. A quick burst of words came, and he nodded. So, one of my people had a look at the ship systems. So E deck is sealed off, completely isolated. That's not easy to do on a ship like this. Expensive, resource intensive to maintain. And you told me government mission. That makes this a Black Bag operation, doesn't it? Whatever is going on here, they don't want people to know what's being done. So... he leaned back in his chair. ...let's make things clear. I don't actually want to hurt you here. But I am a man of word, so if you screw with us, I'll have to make good on it. But really, let's be hoenst here. Is whatever you're doing out here really worth your life? Tell me what you're doing. Tell me what's on E deck. Help me help you . I just want to take enough to make a profit, adn then go away. And I can only imagine you want me to go as far away as possible, am I right?
Thread: We Make Our Own Fate (Alvis&Rania)

Verity lowered her gaze once again as the commander acknowledged her intel again. She didn't want to make eye contact with anyone as she almost cowered away from everyone around her. Then a beeping sound broke the silence and made an already jittery Verity jump nearly out of her skin as goosebumps appeared over her skin. Moving one of her hands up to grasp her opposite arm, she hunkered down as the man began to speak again, demanding to know her information, claiming that she wanted them away from her just as much as he wanted to leave her in one piece. Squeezing her arm, Verity lowered her hand as he spoke of helping her. Reaching into the pocket of her jumpsuit, Verity pulled out a simple white identification card. On it was a holophoto of her with a prisoner ID number above it and a ship name beneath it. Verity placed the card on the table and slid it halfway across the cold metal as she began to speak quietly. I am not a government contractor, she explained, five years ago, I stumbled onto some formulas on the weaponization of dark matter when I was researching the power grid uses of it. The military found out and tried to subpoena me into creating a nuclear black hole a destroyer of worlds. When I refused, I was arrested and tried for treason. Because of my research, the court deemed it a waste of talent to have me executed. So they put me here, forcing me to continue the research I had mistakenly discovered. So, the soldiers you killed weren't here to keep you out. They were here to keep me in. This ship is a prison vessel with one purpose to destroy.
Thread: We Make Our Own Fate (Alvis&Rania)

Roan waited, letting her do the math in her head. He'd found that most scientific folk could find the logic in cooperation faster than some. WHen she laid her ident card ont he table, and it went up, the first thing he noted was that the number on it started with a prisoner indicator. When she started talking, Roan felt himself go a little cold. There was a part of him, the military side, that knew that sometimes you needed to do what was needed to get the help you needed. It wasn't always pleasant, it was rarely well thought of, but it worked. But there was a difference between strong arming a response, and essentially intellectual slavery, and that's exactly what this was. He shook his head. You see, this is the exact sort of shit that made me leave the Core Worlds Alliance. Fuck sakes. So that means us leaving you here for rescue is not really doing you any favours then. And turning you loose elsewhere probably isn't much help either. He looked at the card again, making sure he saw the name there. Right then Miss Linyl. Let's make this quick then. How close was the project to finishing? How critical is Deck E to the project going online? And did you want me to get you out of here? This was not how this was supposed to go. It was supposed to be a simple smash and grab, adn it was rapidly looking like it had become a resuce mission, and with another, not-paying job attached to it. This was going to be great to explain to the rest of his senior staff.
Thread: We Make Our Own Fate (Alvis&Rania)

Verity remained still, her shoulders slouching as he began to speak of a departure from the military. It was the first time since she had seen the group of soldiers invade the ship that she had felt any sense of a fragile safety. Her legs began to slow in their tremors as she was able to press her feet into the floor beneath the table. Moving her hands back on top of the m metal surface, the scientist held the commander's gaze as he lamented the military's actions as well as her predicament. Verity knew that it wouldn't be long before the government found out about the attack from a lack of communication and they would undoubtedly come searching for her. However, she couldn't worry about that as a rescue was presenting itself in front of her. The project is in testing phases. The nuclear matter on Deck E is the supplies to create five beams to test on various worlds throughout the galaxy with different atmospheres and star proximities. They're scheduled to arrive tomorrow to pick up the first test beam and I'm scheduled to go with them to the testing field in the Noma system. If they come and find me still alive while everyone else is dead, I'll be sent to the electricity chamber, Verity explained, her fingers intertwining on the table as she spoke, still leaving out any mention of the failsafe to keep herself secure should the commander's speech still be a ruse.
Thread: We Make Our Own Fate (Alvis&Rania)

Roan shook his head. Answers that he wasn't fond of, but ones that made sense. That they were threatening her with a shock chamber was a rare thing. They weren't used often anymore, having found far more effective methods of doing things, but there was a certain element in the governemtn that was nostalgic for the simple brutality. His contact with such groups were another reason he'd taken his leave. He stood up, lifting his helmet, tucking it under his arm. Well Miss, I think I've got enough for the moment. I'd like to invite you to join me back on the Fateless . But being honest, I don't advise sticking around on this ship, since I plan to shove it straight into the singularity we're near to make sure that it, and all the research on it, goes down for good. If they're planning trying to run a sigularity basesd planet killer, then I think I might have an issue witht aht. And I think I might need your help sorting this out. So...what do you say? Interested in picking up a life of interstellar piracy for a spell? He asked her, a half grin on his face, the gesture taking a lot of the threat out of his bearing. He was going to do this, he knew. Take on the government a little bit more directly than just taking their stuff. He was going to basically be starting his own lttle war. And that was okay. He had been born for wars, he'd found that out pretty early in his life. The military had just been a way of making a living while doing it. And if he was being hoenst, he felt good doing it. Going back to war, picking a fight taht needed to be started, and doing it for the right reasons. Not just beacuse it was convenient, or because there was money in it. Granted, he was going to have to find some money in it to get his crew to help him do this, but that was a minor detail.
Thread: We Make Our Own Fate (Alvis&Rania)

Verity remained seated as the commander's expression changed at her revelation regarding her predicament and stayed there even as he rose from his chair picking up the terrifyingly painted helmet to tuck beneath his arm. Verity nodded at his offer. She most definitely did not want to stay on the ship if his intentions were to destroy it and everything on board. Standing up, she slipped off to the side of her chair and pointed towards the soldier who was still holding onto her stolen padscreen. My research is all located on a central server. If we are going to stop this, I need to get to the command room and download it onto my padscreen. Without that research, we have no hope of stopping it. They only need material to construct another one. With the information located on that server, I can find a way to destroy it before the testing process even begins. With the destruction of this ship, we will have time while they gather more material. Reaching her hand out, Verity opened her fingers in an offered hand to accept his offer. And I accept your offer of joining your crew. Thank you. And it's Verity. Miss Linyl sounds so old fashioned. The smile on his face made Verity relax a little more, the hint of a smile teasing the corners of her lips.
Thread: We Make Our Own Fate (Alvis&Rania)

Roan waved for the squad to fall out, and they started moving down the halls. The weapons they carried weren't primed at the moment, they knew the ship was secure, but they weren't letting their guard down entirely either. They were headed for hte command bridge, making sure that Verity would have the opening and time she needed to get the task done. Roan smiled at her statement about her name. Well, maybe I'm just an old fashioned kind of guy. he said to her with a bit of a wink. He was feeling a lot looser than normal, the kind of feeling he normally used to have when on a campaign. It was soothing in some ways. Direction beyond the day to day was rare in his current line of work. The door to the bridge hissed open, moving smoothly. The interior was not pleasant viewing. Apparently, the bridge crew had put up resistance, and the boarding team had been typically merciless in their dealings. There ahd been perhaps a dozen people running the bridge, and they were in various states of death along the floor. There was no standard armament for the lower tier of boarding party, they carried whatever they brought with them, or managed to acquire in their exploits. The truly good things they found tended to be purchased from them by Roan himself, and stored in the armoury. That variety was evident here. Most of the dead had holes burned in them, clear use of laser fire. But one was all but torn to shreds, showing that someone had a needler, unloading a hailstorm of ceramic needles into their targets. It was a particularly unpleasant way to die, as far as Roan was concerned. One was just a pile of broken meat, showing the use of explosive rounds. And one of them looked to be missing. Roan sighed, having an idea of what was up, but not wanting to deal with it right now. He went to the command console, and pulled it up. You should be able to get what you need from here. He called to Verity, also noting that there was no corpse to interfere with her work here.
Thread: We Make Our Own Fate (Alvis&Rania)

At the commander's mention of him being old fashioned sent a genuine smile to spread across the scientist's face. Verity had had very little comraderie as she was a prisoner and none of the guards had shown any interest in her outside of her research, leaving her alone and isolated much of the time. But now was not the time to lament on her years of loneliness for there was much more important actions at hand. Moving with the squad of marauders, Verity had to nearly jog to keep up as they made their way quickly to the command center. She had not seen many more bodies en route to their destination but all that was about to change. When the door to the command center slid open, a rancid stench emanated out of the cleared room. Immediately, Verity's hand went to cover her nose and mouth as she turned away momentarily. The reek was overwhelming and she had to take a moment before she was ill from it. But the stench was the least of her problems as she entered the large room. Bodies and pieces of bodies were strewn everywhere, blood spattered across all of the bleached white surfaces. Verity couldn't take a step without her foot winding up in some sort of bodily fluid and she had to maneuver her way across the room while avoiding the horrific scene of mass murder that had been perpetuated before their arrival. The scientist turned to retrieve her padscreen from the woman who had so ungraciously torn it from her before, while trying to hold her breath, she made her way through the masses of destroyed soldiers to the console. Reaching down, she pulled the connector cable from the screen to hook into the console itself. This is going to set off alarms in the principal server. It's an unauthorized download to an unauthorized device, she explained as she began typing frantically on the console screen to bypass the security measures, Once this starts, we will have an hour, maximum, to get the information and to get off this ship, Verity explained as she made her way through the various passcodes required to enter into the server hub. Once there, she began the download, watching the lit up screens carefully, keeping an eye on any interruptions to the download that would jeopardize everyone even more.