Whiskey Thief: The Life of

Part 1: The Beginning of Whiskey Thief

I was born on a really great resort of a planet: Planet Curacao. It was a beautiful planet, much better then most I have seen. I was brought up in a rich family, my father owned a Franchise. At this point ,it wasn't too big, it was named: Cryer Pharmacueticals. Now it's a major Liberty firm. So the first major event of my life was when I found an old Racer sitting on one of the Space facilities on Curacao. It was sitting there since god knows when, and I thought, I might as well put some life in it. So I sit in the cockpit of the old racer, and I start it. It purrs very softly, as it was only brought from the dealers yesterday! So I lift off and head around the Atmosphere. It was very peaceful around here. No fighting, no convoys under attack, no pirates. It was too nice, but when I landed, things began to go south...

So I landed it back on the docks from where I took a joyride in it. I stepped out and all of a sudden, a crazy business rep gave me a punch in the stomach. I uttered a brief gasp of surprise as the wind was knocked out of me. The business was a Kruger sales rep. I looked up at him and said "What the hell mate?" And he replied with "You are going to pay for taking old Betsy out for a joyride!" He grabbed the collar of my neck and we wrestled each other to the ground. We exchanged punches and kicks before the other Kruger members came out and started beating on me. I could feel the blood pouring down my face. I was nauseous. I could see darkness...

I woke up in Hospital. With serious fractures to my arms, legs, and I had a retinal tear in my left eye. Luckily all of the broken bones and tears were fixed by high tech border hospitals. Luckily, I took the name tag off of the Sales rep and hid it in my pants pocket. The guys name was Steven flower. Now I knew who he was, he was going to pay. Him and his cronies. So I managed to loot some credits off of my parents accounts to buy a ticket to dublin, where I met up with an old friend: Dextor Hovis. He brought me an old Eagle with his old loadout: Some Phoenix Project Cannons, Havoc Missiles, an old Level 5 Amour upgrade. Very old load out but still effective. So I bought myself a Merc License from Planet New London, and set out as a Mercenary...

Part 2: The Next Chapter very soon

Part 2: The Next Chapter

[/b]So being a mercenary is a really hard life. There a lot of really hard bounties offering little cash on the very tough pirates and Mercenary's. There are very few that offer a lot of cash on people so I take those ones. One sent me specifically to Custodian near planet blood. The guy was as pathetic as an Ageira Starflier, as that is what the bounty was on. $15,000,000 bounty on a Starflier. So I headed to Planet Custodian to grab a California Twister, and who did I find? Dextor Hovis. I approached him and asked what he was doing in Custodian. He said it was Classified stuff. Order stuff. My eyes opened wide. "The order? The terrorist group?" "No, they are a Freedom Militant group devoted from ridding the world from "corrupted" political leaders and other corrupted things." I looked at him like he nurses do to people in the nursing homes when they see someone with Dementia or Alzheimers. "So you're working for a bunch of nutjobs then." He looked away, and said "No, I am working for a group devoted to ridding "Infested" political beings and other "Alien" things." I walked away. The guy surely is crazy! I looked back and saw him look down towards his feet. I looked back at the bar hoping to get another California Twister and I saw someone walk out from behind the Counter. It's him: Steven Flower. Thankfully he didn't see me, so I ran out of the bar. Back into my ship and took off.

Luckily this ship had mapped out all of Custodian. At the moment all I could care about is practise. Practise on the Outcasts. I know it sounds really bad, but they deserve to have their numbers decreased. So I head out to Helios and brought a Chimera, managed to buy a few guns off of a well known Freelancer. I gave him the Phoenix Project Cannons as repayment and enjoyed my brand new Ther'hons. I went into Omicron Alpha and slaughtered the lot of them. They didn't stand a chance. Even if it was 8-1, I was still to skilled. I took their escape pods, and made a demand at Malta. 100 of their men for 50 million credits. Of course they accepted. So I managed to nab 50 Million Credits for the exchange. What to do now? Farm Corsairs and do the trade again? Or extract revenge...

I headed back to Custodian with a plan. It was about 5 minutes before closing time in the bar for the blood pirate. I went into the bar with a very strong light arm. I shot Steven Flower in the shoulder. He fell on the floor heavily and I jumped over the counter and beat him until he was unconscious. "Payback Time" I muttered under my breath. I sent out a signal, and a few fighters took the roof off the bar, and we loaded up all of Planet Blood's finest Whiskey, and some rum, but mostly Whiskey. There was about 50 trains full of whiskey but I only had Five for hire by the Xenos, so we loaded up a remote storage in Sol, in the furtherest corners of the system. In a massive storage structure built by the Liberty itself. about 5 million tonnes of Whiskey was stored there and still is. That was in the news for ages and no-one knows he did it, which is the best thing. Not even Steven Flower remembers and I have been keeping a close eye on him since the day the heist has happened. It was the most successful heist in the century for me. But now a new adventure awaits. There was a massive Warp Anomaly I saw about 300 Hypermiles west from Earth. I asked around at the Deliverence what was behind there. One of the Order members said to me: "Aliens, full of Aliens mate. You wouldn't believe it. Then when you pass those Aliens, there lies the Coalition, our blood relatives from planet Earth so long ago." "Thanks" Still believing he was as crazy as Dextor. Oh no wait they are more crazy. So I head to Earth and book a room for a night. I can't wait to see how the next week goes.

Part 3: Dangerous Grounds coming soon

The reason why I haven't updated my story log is because

I will be writing again very soon guys

Whiskey Thief Out

Part 3: The dog, cat, and mouse.

After my quiet sleep on Earth, I awoke to a small riot as Liberty Navy settled down unto the planet. I couldn't quite believe my eyes. But I paid nothing of it and watched a bit of HoloVision (HV) I saw on the news that the President of Liberty has been kidnapped by Order operatives so they say after the Order visited the President the day before it happened. My mind felt pretty weird but intense as hell. I sneaked out of Earth's atmosphere, and began to travel to the Battleship Deliverence to seek the truth. I approached the Bartender and asked him, has the Order kidnapped the president. He replied with a cold "Yes". I was shocked by his response and his tone. I was so close to jamming raw energy down his damned throat. But I left. I left to head back to Earth. I decided to join with the Liberty Navy. Just out of pure spite. I was recruited as a Civilian justice seeker. I also told them where the main Battleship was for the Order so far. So then we travelled 300 Kilomiles to find the Deliverance. We found it and we were close to destroying the dastardly Battleship before a load of Capital ships all of sudden uncloaked right in front of us. All were Order. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a familiar looking Order Pilot launch from the Deliverance. Who was it? Dextor Hovis. I reacted with a sudden Impulse. I took a shot at A liberty Siege Cruiser. They yelled at me and almost threatened me, so I continued shooting at it, the Cruiser turned their turrets towards me and so did Multiple Liberty Defenders. They took shots at me, I dodged and blew up loads of Defenders and two Siege Cruisers before the Order joined in on the fun. The Order had no casualties apart from a Gunboat overloading from H-Fuel. I docked onto the Deliverance and told Dextor why the Order kidnapped the President. He sat me down in the bar near the counter.

I waited patiently before he told me the truth..."We kidnapped the president because she wanted to be kidnapped..." Said Hovis in a calm voice. "What the hell? Who in heaven's name would want to be kidnapped?" I said in a rather 'explosive' voice. He then explained a bit more thoroughly. "See, our blood relatives from Earth, the Coalition, are on the other side of the massive warp anomaly. Plus a load of bad ass aliens on the rampage on anyone who even dares to try cross their system. I didn't believe him. Not one word I believed. Then he showed me evidence. He showed me on his Holo-pad a dash-cam footage from an Order pilot who was missing for a few hours then recovered in a nearby system from the Warp Anomaly. It showed a massive Base surrounded by what looks like Lairs and weapons platforms. It was unbelievable! I guess I owed Hovis an apology. I had enough creds in my pocket to buy him a few rounds but he refused. He told me I was needed by the leader of the Order. Apparently I was to lead a group of eleven Order pilots. Instead of the Standard Anubis ship, it had been modified to a new series of Order ships. Otherwise known as the Deimos. I was also required to fly one. "The reward?" I asked, all I really cared about is the money. He said in a very 'rewarding' voice. "Two hundred and fifty million credits." My eyes nearly popped out of my skull. "Hell Yeah!" I exclaimed. "So when do I leave?" "Now." he said.I jumped into an Order Ship: Deimos. The equipment was very high-tech. Heavily advanced Reapers and Deaths Hand both MK9. The shield was a Super Champion one, new off the docks. It had a Sunslayer torp, and an Ultimate Thruster. Best one used yet.

I launched from the Deliverance with ten Order pilots including Hovis and a Liberty Security Force Member under the name of Barbara Jacobi. "Ah" I thought in my head. "Madam President" So we all headed to the warp anomaly and docked with the Stabilized thing. God only hopes we survive this encounter...

Part 4: The Treaties

Well um, words can't explain what happened recently except for "Daakjrnjkfjdfadfrh..." see, as soon as we dropped out of Rift, there were all of these blue things flying around. They were peaceful at first, then swarmed us like a swarm protecting it's hive. Their guns were pretty neat, incompatible to use however, and their hull was organic which I guess made it easier to kill them. As soon as we shot down a wing of 6, at least 4 more wings show up. We had to make a run for it. We managed to get near a warp gate. Affiliation: Hostile. Just as we were running pass codes through it, an Alien Strike Carrier designated: Slyvork. Then around 3 fleets of Battleships and Gunboats. A fellow Order Pilot decided to risk his life in order for us to get through in once piece. The guy forever more memorial led is called Jack Blinch. We never found out what happened to him after we jumped. When we came to, we were in a desolate system. It featured around 3 clouds, 3 planets and 1 sun. After the first few Kilo-miles, there was 2 wings of aliens and a strange big green one. I noticed that it was more powerful then the blue things. It had green plasma guns hanging off of the sides, and it had a strange face. "Ew" I exclaimed as it looked way too ugly. We managed to destroy them rather quick and entered the Warp Gate. This system was a large one. And it was also mapped in our Nav-Map. We have to go 120 K North. About half-way there, we were too close to a Coalition station, or at least it looked like a station apart from the fact it had a massive cannon at the bottom. It was apparently hostile and we believed it when we ventured to close to it. Around 3 of our Order pilots were lost with that.

We arrived at the Sovetskaya warp gate. Hostile but it was quiet. So we took it and we arrived in a massive system with a massive planet that could fit around a couple of thousand suns inside it. Just after we saw the scenery, Coalition pilots activated their guns and faced us. "De-activate your weapons, NOW!" Yelled a Coalition pilot. We did as we were told. It was pretty awkward the next few minutes as we were trying to explain we were the order pilots that have come to sign an Alliance Treaty. We arrived at a carrier of the Coalition Armada. A pretty powerful one I must say, couldn't believe how big and powerful it is. After Madam President spoke with the General of the Coalition Military, we were told this mission was a success! Sirius and Altair humans are now in an Alliance! But everyone knows if good comes so does bad and that is what happens now...Emergency alarms were activated. A group of unknown ships had appeared outside the Carrier, shot all of the surrounding Coalition, and disabled the turrets on the Carrier. They are now working on destroying it. I and several order pilots were in our ships ready to launch but a Commander intervened... "I think sir, you will be much better with our Gatling. Finest weaponry that Humans can buy." I looked at him and asked for details. As soon as I saw the details, I bought six instantly, then launched. Time to test out our new weaponry. As soon as I actually left the Carrier, two unknown ships started shooting me quickly. Their projectile almost reminds me of the Rheinland Hornviper and Stealthblade. Except for the fact that they obliterate shields pretty damn quickly. So I started to shoot a few, and saw the bolts come out of my guns. The damage it caused was phenomenal. I couldn't believe such a good weapon exists. As soon as the last Savage was down (Thats what we call them), we entered the Gorlowka Carrier for debriefing. The reason why the alliance was formed was to stand upto the tyranny of the Dom'Kavash and the other benign alien races, rumours are, that there are eight including the blue aliens and the big green ones. Now that we know what we are up against, maybe we can find out what makes them tick. But first, a nice long sleep...

Part 5: Rightful Wrongness

Well, we were now discussing what's happening to us now? Do we instantly move homes out of Altair and Sirius and move somewhere else? Does the Coalition make their new home in Sirius and we destroy every jump-gates and block every jump hole leading into Sirius? Do we perform a Scorched Earth operation and destroy all of our important stuff? No, we will not, we will stand up and fight like we did so long ago, except not against each other, with each other. We all left the Gorlowka and headed back home. As we were on our way back, we had a massive talk on the public channels. It was mostly about people's horrible duties that were stationed before them, like scrubbing the toilets of the Borodin space station. According to Borscht Sikorsky, that will ruin a man's life. However we were back in Styx again, hoping to travel through the Dimensional rift. All was quiet until this far, whereupon we were ambushed by battalions of Nomad Battleships, they were everywhere along with escorts of Gunboats and swarms of little blue ships with powerful lasers. Sure the fighters were easy until a new class of things appeared. They had the same colour but different framework. They looked more detailed with ends and points, instead of a blue, round, fuzzy, lovable creature. Well in this case, they were a swarm of stinging bees, but the other fast one's were angry hornets. We escaped back through to the safety of the Coalition in the Altair sector. Where we discussed our next move...

"So we're stuck here until the Coalition navy arrives? What freaking time will that be? In a couple centuries no doubt!" The president was getting rather angry and upset despite inside a Coalition General's comfy room with very soft padding's around everywhere. I was about to doze off to sleep before she opened her damned mouth. I really needed a drink so I excused myself to go to the Coalition HQ bar. I heard they served the best BBQ burgers in Sirius, not to mention the bourbon harvested from Planet Ningxia in Kalinin and processed at Bengbu in New HongKong. However they only served the beverage here. I ordered a taste of that brilliant Bourbon and took the best sip of my life. It had me after another sip, then a gulp, then a series of gulps. I just couldn't stop drinking this delicious, sweet and sour drink. After a couple, few, hundred of drinks, I ordered a BBQ Burger. This thing was so delicious, it made my mouth water at the mere smell of it. After a bite, I again lost control of how many I ate. Before I overdosed on Alcohol and burgers. A Coalition Sergeant waved me over to his table. "What's up Doc?" I replied in a burpy voice. "The Coalition are ready now. We have found another way to take you guys back home." I leaned over and said in his face, "Really?" I slumped back in my red cotton seat, and asked sarcastically "And how do you propose we do that? Find another big, white, magic portal to take us back home?" I laughed my ringers off expecting a nope and a suicide mission through Styx. But he said "Yes, we have located another Dimensional portal located in Yakutsk system. It's anomalies bring you back to an Alien Nomad system, but one jump over to a Corsair populated system. Omicron Gamma. Home to the Rebel Alliance clan, and Corsairs. I listened intently to his plan.

The next morning, I could barely remember a thing apart from way out through Yakutsk and blue, fuzzy aliens. I was mounted into my high-tech Deimos with Coalition gattlings, and nemesis missiles. This combination is that powreful, a powerful freelancer fears this cmobination and uses it against his enemies. Anyhoo. The rest of our comrades plus the President as our tag-a-long/VIP. We entered the void of the Yakutsk system. The Coalition led us here with the Kiew and basilisks. It wasn't long before the Dimensional rift was smack in front of us. We exchanged goodbyes, and went through the rift. Hoping we'd see each other again..

Alrighty then , but remember this is simply retelling the story it has been through, when Cantana was still in Focks mainly and Revan roaming around everywhere. Don't worry, it will get into the present :

Part 6: Dangerous Grounds

[/b]After the jump, we appeared in a strange system. It featured two planets, two suns, a weird asteroid field like the one in Alaska and a few jump anomalies. We appeared at the Omicron Gamma jump hole. We were admiring the view before a swarm of Nomad fighters appeared. We quickly took the jump into Omicron Gamma, whereupon we met the attention of an [RA] Pilot. He was exploring around the Amarus cloud when he stumbled unto us. "State your business, or you will be destroyed." Flooded a voice on the private channels. "This is Lt. Umpere Frestzy, of the Order. Your coalition friend said we might meet you here." A couple of moments went by. "Yeah, well why do you care?" "We need safe passage through Omicron Gamma. We are on our way to Earth." Another couple of moments went by. Instead of staying red, the designated battleship "Leviathen" turned it's affiliation to friendly. "Well didn't you say so? It's always cool to welcome order pilots saving humankind repeatedly." We were about to go by, before he spoke again. "For a small fee, you understand that right?" We gave him seventy million credits. "This should be enough?" "Oh yeah, this is plenty." He gave us an official escort and a couple of free drinks at a private disclosed base high up in the Omicrons. The base looks recently built, but not too great on the equipment side of things. Well we went to the bar and had a rowdy night of drinking, gambling, and bar fights, but it was never to last.

The next morning of fun was when I was exploring the public side of the base. However, I ran into a man under the name of Cantana Focks. He said he was the rightful son and heir of a deceased businessman, and second in command of the Rebel Alliance. He himself owns a Dreadnought under the name of [RA]Reaper. After an hour of mindless rabbling about space systems, he turned around and goes, "Look, I think your a pretty cool guy, and you're ok, so heres' this small warning. Get outta here. Some serious stuff is about to happen." I took his advice and led everyone else out as well. We thanked Cantana and Revan, the leader of the clan, and went on our way. We appeared out of Omicron Gamma, and started nailing in on some Hessian's. Earning the favour of the Corsairs so we don't worry next time, well after more chaotic havoc, we arrived at the Deliverence. We arrived unto the deck before Gasper Orillion. "I understand you have visited the Coalition?" "Yessir" I replied. "President Jacobi of Liberty has had an audience with the Coalition yet?" "Ask her yourself sir." "Alright, good work, I will upload your payment now." He started walking off and stopped and said, "I'll also be needing my ship back." Then he continued to walk off..

So as I was having a couple of drinks in the bar, there was a meeting happening in a meeting room in another Battleship. They were apparently talking about deep-space footage acquiring shocking footage which would completely erase the way we thought what was going on. Instead of the Dom'Kavash working with the other aliens, they were fighting against them this whole time. Masses of bad guy aliens fighting more bad guy aliens with bad guy aliens. This is a massive jamboree of alien bad guys fighting. Now we must decide, to stick with the Dom'Kavash or bring them down as well, and unite with the Invaders. Well this is a tight jam isn't it?

Part 7: The boy Scouts

So I was assigned a special position in the Order. I was to help out at a very new station built inside the Dyson Sphere. It was known as Icarus Station. I was supposed to stay there until a certain Freelancer arrives. I took the job, it was a twenty million credit job and it wasn't for too long, so I accepted. I climbed into the neat cockpit of the smooth Chimera, and made haste to the Dyson Sphere. I made it there after combating Outcasts and CSF along the way, but it wasn't too bad. As my ship entered the system, I could see the local aliens had abandoned it and also left behind priceless treasures. I saw a small station in the distance and headed that way. I landed on the base and was greeted by Order scientists. They were giving me jobs before I even stepped foot on the base panels on the floor. My first task was to explore within a three sector radius of the Dyson Sphere base for any hostile activity, my second was to explore the Dyson base for any docking bays or entry, and my third was to wait for further instructions.

I decided to start early on scouting out the perimeter. So I flew around with an escort of two Anubis's. It was smooth sailing until I got to my last sector..."My god, it's a group of haunts and a lich!" Exclaimed an Order pilot. "I thought this damned system was abandoned from these blue freaks!" Shouted a scared Order Pilot, well he should be scared, these things are probably enough to completely destroy the Liberty and Rheinland war machine with ease. Well we went back to Icarus Station and reported back to the Commander. "I see, we'll get the Order armada out this instant. In the meantime, your second task?" "Idling, am onto it now." I said. "Excellent, well get onto it will you? I have seventy billion credits worth of an item to manufacture." I decided to do my second task and have a look around the base to find any entry points. I only found one. Again I reported back to the Commander. "What? I am extremely busy, did you find an entry point in the big hunk of rock out there?" "Yessir, although it isn't advisable sending a search crew in there. It is full of hostile activity even after the wormhole sucked out of those beasts." I reported. "That's fine Freelancer, I have already arranged that. Freelancer Edison Trent will go there and explore every inch of that place. Top to bottom. Now leave me alone, don't you see I have work to do?"

After careful examining of the structure, I received an intercom message from Orillion. He told me my work is done and I must make haste to Battleship Deliverance. The Deliverance will make haste towards Planet Murmansk. We must have an Audience with the Dom'Kavash. So I entered the Deliverance and I felt a massive jolt going forwards. I couldn't even set foot on the base without lurching anywhere. I could feel the pressure against the wall. I was going to black out. Then it stopped. I was thrown out several meters from the wall and banged my head on the other side. "Damned Thing!" I stepped out with a massive pride and a sore head. I organised an audience with Gasper Orillion and asked him what is happening. "We have received a distress call from the Daam'Kavash. They are currently under siege by the alien races. One race having probably the best weapons that is compatible with humankind." When we were talking about more stuff about aliens, a siren alerted. Order pilots were running to their ships and launching. I looked outside the window, we were in a random Damm'Kavash system trapped by several alien fighters, shooting the Deliverance. "These are not Daam'Kavash" Exclaimed Orillion. "Where are we?" "An order navigator said "We appear to be in the Ryssk system." "You mean we are left at the mercy of these things" Shouted an angry Orillion. "For the meantime sir. Jump drive will be ready in half an hour." "Oh you useless son-of-a-Bi*ch." "Listen, you must take the defense of the Deliverance." You will lead a wing of sixteen Deimos fighters and fight for the Order for half an hour. I know you can do this. Don't let me down." "Yessir, I'll try my best." I stepped into my ship not knowing the Dangers happening next...

Part 8: The Merciless

A few days ago, I wouldn't believe I'd be fighting aliens with Order Deimos' and being stranded in alien spaces. Well, I believe it now. Several of us were flying around the Battleship defending against several unknown designated ships. One group of Aliens had exceptional guns. Very heavy fire and fast refire too. They took a lot of order pilots out. After a half hour of pain, sorrow and death, we entered the Deliverance with six different weapons from the aliens. "That's the only good thing that happened in this trip." Grumbled a rather hasty Orillion. Well, at least Weth is right around the corner. The jump drive was activated, and we set off towards the main battalion system of the Dom'Kavash: Weth.

Countless hours of waiting, made me tired. "What would be taking Orillion so long?" I thought. I entered the Deliverance bar and ordered a burger with some fries plus a drink. Then I heard a door open and close and a familiar voice saying "Good to see you again mate." I turned around and it was Dextor Hovis. We sat down at a table and was talking for ages which helped pass the time. Before long the door opened again and closed and in stepped Orillion. He told us to come with him. We entered a small Shuttle and boarded a massive, complex, organic Station. After seeing much beautiful exterior, I couldn't wait to see the interior...

"Woooow" This place is magical! Soft cushion-y floor, green walls with brown blended in it. It was awesome. We walked inside of a weird zone room. And what I saw was awesome! A massive alien that was floating was floating right in front of us. We spent over three hours developing an Alliance and a plan to rid of these aliens once and for all. I was to be on the Deliverance turrets and destroy whatever alien I can see in the Inner Core itself, that's right. The place where it has our superluminal black hole. And I was going to be commanding one of the biggest guns the Order has to offer. Soon there will be plenty of "big fat guns" to be installed on it, and I can't wait for this to happen.

Part 9: Faking our deaths[/b]

So as I entered the Deliverance control bay, only one thing was on my mind. These massive guns. Potent enough to take on any fleet that stands in our way. I asked the the pilots who are flying this ship when we are entering the system where holds three massive hypergates. "Twenty minutes, calm yourself down pilot, we will all probably die anyway. I'd like to unwind with classical music before I go off into the demons maw." Dextor Hovis appeared next to me from nowhere and asked if I was ready. "Ready as I'l ever be Hovis." He grinned and told the pilots to get on with it, and before long we were off into the Inner Core. Obviously I never got the memo that the Liberty, Bretonian, Kusari, and Rheinland fleets would be here backing us up. I felt a sense of excitement tingle down my spine, or was it fear? I don't know anymore, all I care about is shooting up a ton of aliens. We appeared next to the 21st Order Fleet. I heard a quivering voice coming from the bridge. "Oh.. my.. lord.." I looked out of the window above the bridge and saw tons of enemy contact swarming around the fleet. "Finally! Some action!" I yelled out with glee. I locked onto a nearby alien gunboat and fired a few missiles and pounding it with big fat gun lasers. It wasn't long before they were all gone. Only one ship was hit during that battle and it didn't sustain must damage luckily. It was an Order missile cruiser. We heard a message intercom from an Edison Trent saying he was heading over to the Rheinland fleet to scout around. Apparently they were missing when they came in. We saw him and two other pilots leave. Both Liberty security officers. As I saw them leave, something appeared. And it wasn't pretty...

Two Battleships designated as Warrior race appeared right in front of us. A small but fast volley of yellow-orange projectiles starting taking down the Order fleet like flies. I tried to shoot down one of the Warrior Battleships using the BFG's (Big fat guns) But all of a sudden two out of four of it's claws lit up and a beam starting ripping the Deliverance to shreds. "Hold on!" And a half of the Deliverance fell off. Then the other two of its claws lit up and the beams hit the still functioning part of the ship. We were all goners, before an emergency message hit saying, "Clamber aboard onto the Lifeboats! This be yer only chance!" We all climbed into the escape pods and we were shot out into space while the Deliverance lay in space waste everywhere. We saw the once all powerful Order fleet, get ripped apart entirely by two Battleships. When we knew again, we were gone, a tractor beam beamed us into a familiar battleship close to the Deliverance model. It was the Osiris...

"Everyone to the bridge! Everyone to the Bridge now!" This message was getting tiring. We all had to run to the bridge of the Osiris. Whereupon we saw about a hundred Order pilots try to fit into the Bridge. Orillion stepped out and went to highest ground saying. "Pilots, today humanity and allies are doomed. Our mechanism has been damaged while in battle with the warriors and Dom'Nepesh,however, we have one only viable option. We must ourselves die in order to let others live. We must fly into the Black hole itself and jettison the antimatter bomb. "Everyone was muttering quietly, but I knew what they were saying. "We have to do it." "For the people who live." "We can't save out bacon and let everyone else rot." Orillion looked at me then back at the crowd. Those who wish to stay with the ship. Be my guest, those who wish to live and tell the tale of their brilliant comrades, you may fly any ship that's still here. Go!" I didn't know what to do. Stay behind and have people tell about my tales of glory, or live and tell those tales about the others who stayed behind. I decided to choose the cowardly way out. But before I went into a Deimos to live. Orillion talked to me. He revealed to me secrets I didn't want to know, but had to be known. He told me about the Order's real agenda, he handed me notes on which to unlock even better weaponry then those aliens guns. He also told me he knew about those massive lasers that the Warrior's had. He also had the research to use and manufacture those. He realised how close we are to the Black hole and then he said, "Time to go for you." And he practically pushed me into a Deimos ship, I could feel the event horizon pulling us in. 'Go! Now!" He yelled out. I launched from the Deliverance. "Damn I'm so close, only 10 Kilomiles away!" I activated the Cruise engines and headed for the nearest possible lifeform alive. It wasn't long before I stumbled into some Coalition. They said they were going to give us a free ride. So I hopped into an old class Battleship from the Alliance originally but had been taken over by the Coalition: The Reliant, and we set off home.

Part 10: The aftermath

After several months of deciphering Orillion's coded folders covered with glittery gold, I was starting to become depressed. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, or drink enough until I managed to unlock the folder's encryption. I heard a buzzer on my dorm door. "Come in." I say rather flatly. In the doorway stood fellow Dark Phoenix Merc, AZ09. "Mate you still obsessing over that folder?" He asks with great concern. I nod. "Oh hell man, you're losing it. How am I supposed to go away to Elite Piloting Training knowing you're on the verge of killing yourself over these damned folders?" I could tell the tone in his voice was annoyance. "It doesn't matter what you think AZ, but Orillion gave his secrets, and everything to me. You wouldn't understand." I say quietly. "Fine be like that, but if you rot while I'm gone, it's not my fault." He begins to leave but pulls back to me and says. "I hope you make the right decision kid." And walks off down the hallway. I sigh. Maybe he's right? Maybe he's wrong. I don't know anymore. I know what will keep m mind off things. Killing some Outcasts.

Well that did me a breather. I went back into the Dark Phoenix HQ where all my research and equipment are kept. I went into the lobby and found dead men everywhere. "What the hell!?" Many Dark Phoenix staff and members who I've grown fond of over these months are now dead. I recognise |DP|Mothra, |DP|QuicKSnaKe, and |DP|Potter. All of the others I didn't really know. However, I walked over to an unfamiliar dead body. It had a Snake Insignia surrounding an axe. "Coalition Rouges." I mutter quietly. I walked a few paces, when I realised. "Orillion's Folders!" I mindlessly run over to my door where I find my dorm trashed. My research and my equipment tainted with gunshots. And Orillions folders are gone...

I searched the rest of the HQ and found a few more alive members, |DP|Denne, and |DP|Dented. All alive and well, barely. "We tried performing a defence situation, trying to defend the rest of the base, but these Coalition Rouges had Plasma sidearms which ripped apart several of our valued members at once." Reported Denne. "Yes, what Denne said." Says Dented "I will travel to Manhattan to discuss our situation. He walked off very quickly. I presumed he is frightened by what happened. Denne walked quickly over to me. "What the hell happened and why were they here?" I demanded from Denne. "They were here for this." says Denne as he pulled out a small green trinket. which had frequent purple glows dash over it. "Well what is it?" I ask. "This, this is a weapon of mass destruction." Says Denne. If I made the right commands, this trinket could end this whole sector of the galaxy no sweat." Denne says. "Why are you telling me?" "Because you are the only person I can trust. Now we need Orillion's folders. I need you to go to Sovetskaya and request an audience with the Senate of the Coalition Strike Force. We need those files if we wish to revolutionise Mankind. Once there, you must 'persuade' the Senate to organise a recovery team to extract these files from whatever Coalition Rouge base possible. You can't let me down. You can't let us down." He walks back off towards the Hangers. Now what should I do?

I found out what to do. I took a Reliant Carrier with a fighter escort of 6 of the finest |DP|Mercs there are. We travelled all the way down to earth. We apparently had to buy the bribe from a Coalition Diplomat. Of course, we managed to make it all of the way to Gurm when we were ambushed. A fleet of Coalition Rouges lay waiting there. Presumably a blockade meant for the Coalition itself. We managed to fend off the attackers, and we made our way to Murmansk in Sovetskaya. We used the mooring bays for landing on the planet. We were due at the court for 10:30. The time was 10:25. "We aren't late at all!" said |DP|DeePSilveR with glee. "Calm down, don't be too happy." Finally I walked into the High court of Murmansk, only to see a man acting as the main Ambassador for the whole court. I couldn't believe it. "Hovis?"

Part 11: The Judge, the jury, and the executioner.

..."Hovis?" I say very puzzled. His eyes suddenly jerked open widely. "Sa..? I mean so.. Whiskey Thief? Your callsign?" I think for a moment. Maybe I shouldn't blow his cover. If he is here, it must be important. "Yes. I am Whiskey Thief." I say. "And your real name is?" Asks Hovis. He knows me too well. Only he knows my true name. "I do not feel at Liberty to divulge my name to you Judge." He gives a small smile. "Fine then, let's get down to it. Whiskey Thief, you are hereby placed under arrest until further notice, upon Act 76B: High Treason. It appears people have seen your Insignia upon a ship venturing too close to a Coalition fleet. Soon afterwards, you both disappeared." "What!?" I say bewildered. This is not what I had in mind. I came here to find any information leading to my stolen work. Not to be arrested! "You can't do this!" I shout as I am being dragged off by several Coalition Military personnel. I saw the |DP|Staff outside of the Courtroom. They saw me being dragged by Coalition Military into a secluded transport awaiting departure to Mangaraskk Maximum Security Prison. "Oh this is not good." Says DeePSilveR.

I must've spent close to a week in this Security Cell. The bars aren't even bars, they are Laser beams designed to cut into Flesh. The food here isn't even food. Maybe for pigs but not for me. The water is a murky green colour but somewhat nicer then most water you find in Sirius. On my 7th morning, I wake up to find my bars switched off. I quickly stand up in caution. I grip my spoon from yesterdays dinners, to my defence. I walk over to the edge of the cell and find four Coalition Rouge agents waiting for me. "Whiskey Thief?" They ask. "Yes?" I say. "Come with us." And with that they ran off down the corridors.
Of course, I proceeded to follow. I see them at the edge of the corridor picking some sort of lock in this safe. "Uhh I thought I was being rescued." I say. "Your research is in here Commander." One of them turns to me and says. "What? My research?" "Yes, we came to stop the Coalition Navy from stealing it, but then the Dark Phoenix Mercenaries signalled us as hostile and then the Coalitoin came to finish us off. They hid their bodies while they left us there so you guys would think it was us." They explain thoroughly. "Wow, I had no idea." I say. They keep working until finally, the safe was open and the research was back in my hands. "Here you go Commander! Orillion's old Folders and Documents. I looked through the documents. There was heaps of missing stuff added back in here! Like a Gyro Destabiliser. And a Time portal! "Where did you guys get this stuff?" I ask. "From an old Coalition Sleepership. The Coalition planted this research in hopes of no one ever finding it. They were wrong." Instantly, a siren broke out. I heard guns cock behind me. I slowly turn around.

"Hovis?, Oh not again."

Part 12: The Betrayal

One other member that was forgotten in the last two parts was |DP|Metatron, a really skilled Inner Core hunter, dedicated to reducing the Hostile Alien's forces. He was renowned for being one of few people to hunt and kill many aliens Solo. Anyway, he was escorting The Whiskey Thief to Murmansk but disappeared soon after. One of our other members presumed he was taken into custody too, after drinking too much Vodka, and crashing a stolen LXA-ZXLADA into a Coalition mining operation although this was never proved...

So now I was currently in a small troop carrier directed to a small hideaway in New Hong Kong. The hideout was called Sretensk Hideout. Apparently this was the first base established by the CR (Coalition Rouges) but was later abandoned. Now it has been taken back over by the CR, but only as a small depot and supply station for the CR raiders. "So whats so special about Sretensk?" I ask. "Sretensk Hideout was home to the first three Coalition Rouge Elders. They were sadly killed, but their memorial's are held deep within the rock layers of Sretensk. Also there are stashes of lots of credits, and even secret weapons of mass destruction. However, it's just silly rumours spread by old veterans to influence young cadets to join the cause.." I was going to ask something but then backed down. It was a few more minutes before there was a massive jolt in the transport. "What's happening?" I ask. "We are under attack! Probably by those damned Coalition Navy again." says a Coalition Rouge Officer. "Attention everyone! There's a colon leak in the shuttle. Please make your way to a nearby Lifepod quickly!" Immediately we all reacted. We all swam into seven different Life pods, as that was all that were here. We sped out at the speed of light and I looked behind to see a massive flash of light and debris spread out. And then I thought I saw something in the distance. It looked large and ..alive? It couldn't be a Dom'Kavash Gunboat, they are currently in a ceasefire with us. Whatever it was, it scared me deeply..

After several hours of rationing food, I was tractored in by a vessel. I was sure it was Coalition Design, which I'm not surprised as we are in Coalition territory. Thankfully, they let me keep my side-arm with me. I holstered my small laser pistol and aimed it at the opening of the pod. The door opened and in walked a group of Coalition Rouge personnel. "Whiskey Thief?" The leader of the officers ask. "Yes? You are?" "I am Lieutenant Novgorod of the Coalition Rouge Resistance. It appears you have found our small Cruiser." I looked around and it was indeed a Coalition Cruiser. A rather powerful one at that, classed as the Ramases heavy cruiser. It's interior however was lacking. "Lucky for you.." The Lieutenant begins, "Your destination is right next door. It's that massive jumbled up rock and Capital ships." Thanks I tell him. "Hey don't mention it, anything to help out a friend." Then he walks off. I manage to get a nearby Orbital shuttle ticket to take me down to the Hideout. The ticket was cheap, only seven credits. What a steal!

After the five minute trip, I entered the docking bay, whereupon a nice looking Iguana was kept. I approached an Equipment Dealer. "Hello! Do you know where General Vladimir's Office is?" I ask. "Yes, he is right down that corridor. If you turn right, you should see a sign labelled 'Warning'. He is just in there." She explains. "Thanks!" I walk off down that direction. I open the door..

"General? General Vladimir?" I ask cautiously. He turns around to face me. "What? What do you want son?" I explain to him my whole situation. "I hear you have some folders for me sir?" "Hmm.." He seems to be thinking. "How do I know you ain't some Coalition spy huh son?" "I don't know sir, you just have to trust me on th.!.!" A massive klaxon alarm sounded and the whole base rocked to life. Everyone was launching their ships and ready to protect it against the enemy. "What is it General?" I ask. "I don't know son, it seems to be a small group of Freelancer's. They appear to be on an intercept course. Their mine priority is probably, Hostile." I look outside the window. "I can barely recognise the others, but there was one I could visibly see. As plain as day, I could tell who it was. "No, not |DP|Metatron"...

"Right fly boys, you know the drill, shoot first, ask question's later. Says Metatron. "Sir!" says a freelancer. "Yes?" Metatron says. "What's our plan sir?" The freelancer asks. "You boys distract the Coalition Rouges, while I make a torpedo run for the station." "Yes sir!" confirms the Freelancer. They break off and attack the Coalition Rouges. He interlocks his private channel with an unknown figure. "Right boss, The Whiskey Thief is definitely on that station, permission to eliminate him?" Metatron asks. "Yes, permission granted boy." says the unknown figure. The Whiskey Thief, must not survive this encounter. If he does, I will make sure you will pay"...

Yeah.. umm.. I am sure it was that dodgy Indian food at that damned Prison base.

Probably explains why the whole ship blew up though.. No investigation needed

Part 13: Bounties, bounties, and oh, more bounties.

I was still on Sretensk when they made that torpedo run to the station, Most of the Mercenaries were dead, but so were the Coalition Rouges. Only two was left. |TSH|TribbsTrunk, and |DP\Metatron. Both are highly skilled men with high skills in Dogfights, Alien hunting, and Faction killing. I decided to launch to take on |DP|Metatron in a Dogfight. Loser dies and his armada goes home, if he wins, he proceeds. So here we are. Two Dark Phoenix members, battling it out in a rusty blue/brown cloud, in front of the Coalition Rouges, and |TSH|TribbsTrunk. Even though he was skilled at Dogfighting, I was even better. I quickly zapped him with Coalition Gattlings to take down his shields, then I CD'd him to make his Hull almost destroyed. Then he reloaded! First rule of Dogfighting: Never reload in a duel. Then he came at me with fast green little projectiles, which almost completely nailed my shields with a few shots. I turned around and launched my devastating combo. Two nemesis, one Paralyser, and One Nova Torpedo, quickly morphed his ship into a volley of red, then orange, then white. And all was calmed once more. |TSH|TribbsTrunk quickly flew back to a Shipyard not far from here. Then an intercom message popped up: |TSH|TribbsTrunk has placed a $100.000.000 bounty on |DP\Whiskey_Thief's head, lasting for a whole month. Target is preffered Dead, or not alive." Then the intercom message ended. "Wow." I say. I'm a wanted man." I quickly dock back at Sretensk to discuss what happens next.

"Right son, you are to board a Coalition Transport Classed: Shavrov. It is waiting at Lanzhou Shipyard and it is bound for Yakutsk. There is a warp anomaly which takes you to..." "Yes I know, I have done it before General." I interrupted. "Right, so your folders will be hidden in your suitcase. We will drop you off in a Haidar. And just in case someone notices, we will create a diversion for you to slip through. Once you are in Yakutsk, there is a small fighter in the Shavrov loading bay. Take it, and take the anomaly. Hopefully it will send you through to Omicron Gamma. Close to your home." Explains he General. "Wow, thorough." I say. It wasn't long before I was already shipped into a Haidar fighter, ready to board Lanzhou Shipyard with a dozen Coalition Fighters being my honour Guard. We arrived at Lanzhou too quickly and all hell broke loose.

Within seconds, the Haidar fighter had lost it's shields, had it's weapons disabled, and it's hull was buckling. Outside, I could hear the sounds of screeching missiles, guns flashing, and pelting projectiles against the armour of many ships. "Right Freelancer, In you go." He takes me to the boarding bays, and I get of there. "Thanks." I say to the pilot. "Hey don't men..!.." The ship was engulfed in Flame and then exploded into several pieces of shrapnel. One hit my arm. "Argghhh, Damn!" I head to the Hanger and watch the battle. There were few Coalition Fighters there, but there were several Coalition Rouge fighters. There were now gunning the Trade Lanes, and any Civilian who dared come any closer. Then a Coalition Fleet appeared, and completely obliterated half of them down. The rest of the Coalition did their best to disrupt the fleet, but to no use, they then ran back off to Sretensk. And then I saw my ride. The Shavrov class Transport. I look back at my bounty on the Neural Bounty Net. "Wow I'm expensive." I sneak onto the Cargo bay departing for the desolate system of Yakutsk. "I'm almost home...."

I've always wanted to know what it is like when I'm in the loosely closed cargo bay when we jump from system to system. In my experience, not very nice. Firstly we stretch which I didn't realise, then I vomited. Badly. In the jump, it seemed to be floating. "This feels weird." I say doesn't come close to what I was actually feeling. When we stopped, the projectile vomit that erupted from my gob ended up several feet in front of me. Anyway, we were in Yakutsk and was headed toward the Warp Anomaly.Why this transport was headed to Sirius Space is anyone's guess, but it is a free ticket that was handed to me personally, so I took it.

It took us a whole damn hour to get to that damned Warp Anomaly. Still clutching those folders in my hand, I hung on for dear life while we went through the Anomaly. For some unknown reason, it didn't make me upchuck at all. In fact, you could barely tell it even went through. But anyway, we arrived in this unknown system and quickly sailed through to Omicron Gamma. "Only two more systems, and I'm home." I could taste the welcome back Rum. But the trip once again, was cut short. Two [RA] Vessels were welcoming the transport. "Welcome Home, Transport 2. We will be ready to escort you to the Station, over." Said the [RA] Vessels. They must not realize the intercom droned into the Cargo Bay. "Ok [RA] Reaper, Formed on you." I sat back down in the cargo bay. "Oh damn, not back at this base again."

So, whilst the Coalition Transport 2 was being repaired at Tripoli Shipyard, I was wondering what sort of agreement the Coalition Navy, and the [RA] Clan had. I managed to sneak away from the Cargo Bay and sneaked maybe four feet away before a familiar voice chirped in my ears. "Hey! What have we here." Grrrr, I was so close to being undetected but I turned around and saw the guy. "Ah, it's the Silver Tounged Devil. For some reason, we were talking 10 feet from each other. Too far away for my likings, but ah well. We spoke about why I couldn't call, about some work I had, apprently, but I cut him off as soon as he mentioned those folders that were magically stuck to my clutches. After a few minutes of small talk, The Silver Tounged Devil asked for his second in Command, Admiral Onasi to provide me with a safe escort to Sigma-17, and some of his finest rum. I could tell Admiral Onasi didn't like this, and I wasn't a fan of Rum, I'm more of a Whiskey person, but. a drink is a drink. I thanked Silver Tounged Devil and Admiral Onasi, and soon I was boarding Admiral Onasi's secondary Vessel, a Reliant Class Carrier, modified to be a fully capable Battleship, en-route for Sigma-17. For sure, I knew I was going back home.

After two days of journeying to Planet Kurile, I thanked the generous Admiral for the ride back. "Yeah no problem." He began to walk off whereupon he turned around and said "Oh and thanks for not drinking my Rum." He gave me a small smile. "That's alright, not a fan of Rum, if the Silver Tounged Devil offered me some Whiskey, then It'd be a different story." I gave him a small wink then he walked off. Anyway, while I was at Kurile, I decided to explore the planet. I never managed to get the chance to explore. So, I rented a small safe for a week and put my folder's in there. God pray they don't get taken again. I'd probably kill the company who I rented the safe from if somebody, and explored most of the main continent on the planet. However, I came across a sort of weird phenomena. A large white light was found inside of this random hole in this secluded island of the Planet. I don't know what the hell was happening here, but it's something to check out with the rest of the clan. I managed to hail |DP|DeePSilveR who happened to be in the system at the time to take me up to the Secluded Clan Base. After we landed, I thanked the pilot. "Don't sweat it! Now, I need to find a man about a dog." He walked off. "Well that was weird." I thought. I didn't think you could buy a dog on the base? Something I must definitely look up. I began my Journey to the Clan Leader's Office. I knocked twice on his door. "Come in." Says a rough patchy voice. I walked into his office. The office was kept so clean, I was filled with so much Envy. "Listen Denne, I stumbled upon this weird white light on planet Kurile. I don't know what the hell it's about. I think I might require a second eye on this thing". He eyed me down for a second. "a'ight, let's go check this out."

For an hour we searched Kurile and observed this weird light. "What the Hell?" exclaimed Denne. "Yeah I know right?" I say. "Right we better head back. I'll inform the Science branch about this. They'd know more about this then either of us." We were halfway toward the Base, when a group of unknown origins told us to head to Planet Kurile. We followed their orders. There's no way two fighters could withstand the might of a full fleet. One Reliant Carrier, and seven Predator class Very Heavy Fighters. After we arrived at Planet Kurile, they arrived to the both of us. "Administrative Clan Leader Denne?" They ask, Denne looks back at me, then faces them. "Yes?" He asks. "You are hereby placed under arrest for entering a restricted area." Denne's eyes widened. He faces me and has a scowl on his face. "Did you plan this?" He asks. "No! Of course not." He let out a sigh. "Fine, let's go then." Right before he headed off, he told me. " There should be a datapad on my desk in my office. I need you to grab it, and look for me. When you found me, give it to me. This is important." he says. "Yessir!" I say before he is taken in the Reliant Battleship. Wow, I was looking forward to another month of relaxing.

However, already on the base, was an unknown figure. Scrounging around for the Folders of Orillion's secrets. Little did he know, it was still on the safe on Kurile. However, he found something much more valuable: Denne's Secret Datapad...