Mission to Polus May 3, 2019 22:07:45 GMT
Post by Logan Shivers on May 3, 2019 22:07:45 GMT
Logan Stood on the bridge of the Black Dragon. It had just come out of the shipyard with a brand new look. Fully restored, the battle scars of the past erased, and with a paintjob that would make it stand out in any fleet. The Faceless Hunter Alliance would not be one to hide away, this would be a strong, bold faction, and it would show it most in its flagships colours.
She was due a shakedown cruise, some war games in DS with other AMC ships and he was looking forward to it. After the months and months of virtual inactivity following the… erm…. “event” at Saarn, he needed to do something, he was getting itchy.
Having forces that were barely within your control fighting it out in your head was not good for your long term health, and Logan had been forced to take time to put those forces back under control. And not just barely under control, but strongly. It had taken time, effort and some blood on his behalf, but he was now back in equilibrium. Neither the dark, nor the light was ruling him and that was how it was best kept he had realised. Well, perhaps claiming to have realised it is a stretch. It had taken several Celestial Knights to pound it into his thick skull, but however it had got there, the message had finally stuck.
He had also woken up with a new look. The doctors had been tinkering again and replaced his damaged eyes with implants. Not full cybernetics but prosthetics. He had wondered about why the damn things glowed in different colours, but when he asked, the doctors were just as bemused. The implants should not glow in ANY colour, should not glow full stop.
He had declined further tinkering in his head, enough was enough. If he was going to have glowing eyes, they may as well be as divided as his soul. In fact, it was probably his damned soul showing itself in the damned stupid things.
He may not have been a lover of technology, but he had to admit these new additions had returned his sight to what it had been before the Carlac sun had tried its best to cook him. They even worked well in the dark, like his eyes used to. So although he would never admit it, Logan was one happy, if slightly metallic, reptilian.
Standing at his full height, with his spiked armour and all new f***ed up eyes look, he posed a terrifying visage. One that his men knew to treat with respect, with honour. But not because of his appearance, no, that would just make him shallow and pathetic. No, he commanded those feelings because of who he was, of what he had done, and for how he himself treated people.
Logans mind wondered as he stared out into the voids of space. The shipyard hub was far behind them now and it would not be long before they hit hyper, but for now, all that lay ahead of them was a vastness like no other, a deep black that had more depth in it than could be comprehended by a sentient brain, broken up only by the pinpricks of light that were distant stars. It was a sight that always helped him meditate. When he was on the “Asylum”, the Lictor Class that had been his home recently, he found that meditation always came to him much easier if he could stare out into deep space.
The bulk of a Hutt moved up behind him, breaking into his part meditation. He did not turn around, did not even change his stance. Hands still clasped behind his back he waited until the Hutt had stopped moving.
Sen Cavi, once the Negotiator of the Bone Collectors was now putting his talents to use as Logans attache. His somewhat questionable contacts in the galactic underworld provided him with a wealth of information about just about everything and anything illicit and the creature seemed to just have a knack for organising and liaising. If the AMC did not already have a talented High Ambassador, Logan would have pushed for Sen to be considered. Right now Sen was trying not to show how uncomfortable it made him when Logan could just sense that he was there… he had tried so damn hard to enter the bridge discreetly.
“A comm message has just come through requesting that we wait in this sector until a holo meeting is arranged between you and Proconsul Shri Bacca.”
“Shri? I cant imagine he would want to contact me personally about the refit AMC TECH have just done?”
“There was no hint of what the meeting would be about, only that it would commence in…. 29 minutes as of now.”
“At least I wont be in suspense for long. Set it up in the briefing room Sen, I will be there shortly.”
Logan smiled to himself. His face did not lend itself to it on the outside, however the skeletal cover of his face mask was a permanent rictus he supposed.
“I should have known as much.”
28 minutes later Logan entered the briefing room and stood behind his chair at the head of the table. Sen was the only other in the room and he ensured that the door was locked just in time for the holoprojector to come to life. The tall figure of Shri flickered into being and smiled a toothy grin at Logan.
“Greetings General, hope you are well? Are you happy with your new flagship?”
Logan nodded his head in greeting.
“Proconsul. I am well thank you, and… yes, the Dragon is, as expected, a work of art. But… I cant imagine you have called to check on the work… especially not before the shakedown?”
“Astute as always General. I have a mission for you, but perhaps not the Black Dragon. Any ship needs a shakedown, so arrange to use an alternative, the Dragon should continue with the war games as planned. You however…. Heard of a planet called Polus?”
Logan shook his head negatively just as an image of what could only be described as a snow ball appeared on the holo. Well, a snow ball with stones stuck in it and some melted bits full of water… it looked horrible, cold.
“It is not too far from our areas of influence and an independent planet. A rather odd sentient being populates it and calls it home. And we have just struck up a contract with them to re-take a mine that appears to have been hijacked by bandits.”
“It looks cold, something better suited to a fur….”
“Wrap up warm General. Full mission details to follow, please make your way there as a matter of urgency. The mine is extremely lucrative and provides such a cache of gemstones that it drives almost the entire Polus economy. It needs to be put back in its owners hands, fast.”
The holo cut out and the comm unit on the large central table bleeped to alert them to a received text file. Shri had known Logan would protest over the mission, he was predictable in that way. He would not care if it was dangerous, boring, suicidal… but cold? He was guaranteed to complain and protest about that. And so Shri had intentionally kept things brief. He smiled to himself as he got up to leave the room.
The comm unit at his desk bleeped. He read the message. It was ot worth repeating, not to civilized sentients. His smile broadened.