The once powerful Voragian Empire had fallen into decay and was finally usurped by the multi-gallactic Bengra Empire. In order to "adjust the Voragian populations" to their new masters, all the Voragian Armies and Fleets were destroyed, except for the Voragian Fifteenth Fleet, known as the Mighty Fifteenth and who were stationed, at the farthest end of the former Voragian Border, near the Dextra line, on the Lokarian Skirmish zone.
The Mighty Fifteenth, now without an empire to call home, were to be hunted down and killed by any Bengranian Space Battle Cruisers and Bengra Bounty Hunters.
The Lokarians, long time enemies of the Voragian, now, realizing the Bengra Empire had just moved in next door, were looking for mercenaries to fight for them. A nice price was put up and offered to keep their interests and their empire in place. Thus was born from the Mighty Fifteenth, the Voragian Privateers.
Captain Vortigen, expected heavy losses but the other options were pretty much used up.
Cremelyn Jones, Captain of the Mongoose, sat down next to Vortigen and ordered another round of Voragian Ale. Vortigen just shot a Garillian Spy and the body had yet to be removed, although the parts were being quickly scavenged by a couple of Dranic Salvenger’s robots.
“I need to to make it happen.” Vortigen said to Cremelyn and then continued, “We’ll run the gauntlet and hopefully can slide through the Gap at Sesma’s Nova.”
“You are not asking a lot are you, Sir?” asked Cremelyn.
“I know but, hey, its not Falcon’s Asteroid Ridge, is it?” asked as he smiled.
“You said you would never bring that up.” laughed Cremelyn.
“Never saw anyone lose a ship and their clothes on a space ditch before. You never did tell me who was in the cockpit with you, that day.” Vortigen laughed back at her.
“Bobby Ray McTavish.” She quietly said.
“Well, that explains it, then. He was always a walking Hormone!” he said, then looked serious, “Without the Star Beauty, well, … they just have too many numbers.”
“We’ll get her and we will get through, Sir.” Cremelyn said.
“Here’s to your mission, Captain. Good luck.”
Just then the alarms go off and a robotic voice over the intercom blares out, “Outer Perimeter penetrated. Attack imminent in twenty two Varminutes. All Privateers to their vessels. Escort to the Captain of the Fleet.”
“See you at the Base at the Edge, Captain.” Captain Vortigen said to Cremelyn, then to the newly arrived Escort, “Call Battle Stations and let’s get the fleet out to the Marne Rise. Fire up the Virgin Valkyrie, arm her solar swords, bring up her Coridium shields. Standard Ambush Formation.”
End of Chapter One.
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