Going in for the kill.. again

[Short announcement from the autor: I'm german, so my english isn't very good.. But I'll try to do my best ;)]

I felt the short vibration of my Taranis jumping into warp again.
It was quite a while, since I've gone on my last mission.

Long story short: My last contract didn't work out for us.. I screwed up; three pilots dead..
This was just two years ago. But the Federation wanted me back on the front, now that the aftereffects come in form of a raiding warlord... So I'm sitting here, waiting for the ship to fall back to
sub-lightspeed and try again.

In theory everything sounds easy.. This time you just hold your cloaking device up long enough,
till you can get hang on this damn warlord's ship and tear him apart. But practicaly things are just
way more difficult.

I fell back to sub-lightspeed and immediately heard the sound of the alarm systems going nuts..
The jumpgate I was supposed to get by was torn apart and there was gunfire everywhere.

The eveasive meanuvering system supported me with getting the ship away from the crossfire,
but it was way hectic to find a path out of the combatzone.




"Wait.. What the.." my head hurts.. I just remember few things.. Did I screw it all up again?
"G'day, Mr Frealy!"
A man, most likely a Brutor, stood beside me, "You're finally awake."

"Where the hell am I?", I ask, just wanting to know what happend.
"Safe", the man looked down on me.. Cold eyes, scars and a prothestic eye.
Marks of implants, covering most of his body.
"You.. You are warlord Zhinsz, aren't you?"
"Keen eye, my friend.. So, seemed like you weren't aware of the trap?"
"What trap?", I'm looking around, searching for a way out of here.. I have to flee;
I have to report to the Federation Navy Command.. Damn it..

His laughter gave me chills.. What was wrong, what happend?
"You, my dear boy, were betrayed.. To much patriotism on your mind, my friend.
The Federation was aware, that over all this years you gathered a knowledge, now
other Gallente pilot can compete with. Forbidden knowledge.. You know their
defences, all weak points, all warp routes.. You know every god damn POS outside
the Empire. You were starting to become a burden to your government.. You were to.. Costly"

"You mean this ambush.. Was a inside job?", I'm quite surprised.. He seems trustworthy, but I can't be sure at all.
"Hell yeah, Boy! It was!", he turns around. Stepping close to the medical table I'm still lying on.. Strapped..
He stopps, his face just a hand width away from my face, releasing the straps, letting me free.
"You never screwed up Boy.. They made you do.."
"But why this here", I look around in the room. Seems like they completely fixed me.. Rebuild me kinda. I've must been terrebly wounded. "Why would YOU want to help me anyway?"

"Boy, listen.. Just because I'm a warlord, fighting the Federation, it doesn't mean I despise your race..
I'm only after something, your government holds, but not owns.. I want it back, and you know where I
can get it"

"You mean the Machariel? The prototype ship, build by your people using secret Gallente technologies?"

"Hell yeah, Boy.. You're damn right.. My clan build it.. And just because it contains some slightly 'gallentic' techs, it doesn't say you can just vaporize a whole Macropolis, just to get this single ship into your hands!!"

"Allright.. You want to sell me this story? My race just spit on my, stabbed my back, just because they were afraid that I, as the former test pilot, would be kidnapped to give you information about it's actual dock?
And that you safed my ass, and now just would let me go, if I help you?"

"Nope.. Not at all.. I won't let you just go like this.. You blew up my home, killing several million of my people.. Just to get away with the Machariel, two years ago. So you owe me big time.. You'll have to stay with me as a partner.. I have good use for your skills."

"My debt with your kind evend, my revenge to come, and you just want some coordinates in return?"

"Yep.."

"Damn it.. I'm in.."


And so I was lying in my pod again.. But this time prepared.. And weapons facing the other way..