Part 1 ID corporation fighter.
In orbit around Venus
February 3 2173
The freighter smoothly glided through space. Bright lights shone
from its front, lighting up the scared dented hull of the ship in
front of it. Elony sat in the pilots chair, and flipped on the
channel. "This is Dutchest freighter to Colonial 3. Do you copy?"
She stopped holding down the talk button, and silently waited for
a response, glancing uneasily at the pilot. "This is Colonial 3.
We copy." Elony flipped the channel on again. "This is Dutchest
freighter to Colonial 3. Do we have permision to begin the parts
transfer?" A brief silence ensued showing that the message
was traveling across a large gulf in space. "This is Colonial 3 to
Dutchest freighter. You have permision to proceed." Elony
reached a sigh of relief. She flipped another switch on the board
marked Line 3. "Command to Line 3. You have authorization to
begin parts transfer to Colonial 3." The ship shook as the pilot
docked it with Colonial 3. "Beginning transfer." acknowledged
the transfer commander from the back of the small ship. Boxes
after Boxes of who knows what were loaded through the airlock
into Colonial 3. "Transfer complete."
Imperial Designs (ID) main building. New York city, New York.
February 3, 2173
ID smiled while looking out the large glass window in the office.
His smile was quickly replaced with a frown from what Celeste
said. "Your last fighter was a flat out failure. If it keeps going like
this I'll cut funding." ID was standing at the window. Celeste was
sittig at the long conference table behind him. "You'll what?" He
asked in astonishment, full well knowing the answer to his
inquiry. "Didi you not hear me? I said we'd cut funding to the
Snypet." ID raised his eyebrows. The Snypet had been a
complete failure. Celeste continued. "In fact if your next fighter is
a failure I will cut funding on your entire company." ID spun
around. Celeste didn't stop. "You have to have a plan ready by
the 23. I might meat you around then, so work fast." ID knew he
had to work fast.
New York city, New York February 3
Derek Elbairy stood in the dark room polishing his gun. A flash
of a smile came across the assassin's cold features as he saw
the copper barrel of his Slug Slicer gun shine. He loaded
another set of Slug Slicers into the compartment and slammed
it shut. The copper barrel automatically shut. There was a sharp
hard knock on his door. He set the gun down on his desk, after
all this was his business office. He pulled his Marksman 235
Destroyer pistol from its holster. He held it ready and opened the
door a crack. There was a dark figure in a cloak standing in the
hallway. Derek admitted him into his office, still keeping his
Destroyer leveled on the person's chest. "What is it?" He asked
in a raspy voice. "The cloaked figure began. His tone was even
and controlled, but he did not take the hood off. "I have a job for
you." Derek raised his eyebrows. "What is it?" he asked. There
was no reply. "What is it?" he asked again, but this time more
forcefully. The figure pulled a picture out from under his cloak.
He set it on the desk. "Do you know who this is?" he asked
Derek. "Yeah I know who he is." The dark man smiled under his
hood. "Then you know what I want you to do." Derek smiled for a
moment. "There is a fee if I'm to do this. You know?" The other
man moved around uneasily as if preparing to make an
important speech in front of a large group of people. "How about
a million Solarcredits?" Derek looked at him in wide eyed
amazement. The figure pulled a map from his cloak. "This is the
building plan." Derek examined it. "When will i do this."
"The 23 of this month. Come to the east gate at midnight. I will
be waiting for you. None of the security systems will monitor
you." Derek nodded. The dark figure walked out the open door,
leaving the map and picture on the desk. Derek closed the door
and continued shining his copper Slug Slicer gun.
