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Outgunned; Star Mercenaries

Trade Order Station 'Foundations'

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a part of Outgunned; Star Mercenaries, by Aderas.

The representative outpost of the Trade Order in this section of space, the Foundations has access to just about anything an aspiring Commander needs; for a price.

Aderas holds sovereignty over Trade Order Station 'Foundations', giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Setting

Being entirely neutral in the sector, the Trade Order simply seeks to promote good trade and healthy competition between all facets of human life. The fact that this extends to War, and is frequently the primary source of income for the Trade Order by extension, seems to trouble them little.

Due to their neutrality, and the fact Pirates often see them as easy targets because of it, the Foundations is home to a token battle fleet, as well as a contingent of Militia marines.
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Trade Order Station 'Foundations'

The representative outpost of the Trade Order in this section of space, the Foundations has access to just about anything an aspiring Commander needs; for a price.

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Trade Order Station 'Foundations' is a part of Pardus V; Pardus Prime.


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#, as written by Maree
Cor froze like prey caught in the predator's trap. It hadn't been Alex's threats that stopped the woman but what Captain Solid had said. The singular word 'lashings' had put Cor completely under control, but rage boiled beneath her skin.

"Get off of me!" Cor snapped at Sliver as he attempted to constrain her from attacking Alex. She jerked away from his touch and left to go find herself a corner.

Cor found her solace in a latrine. She closed the portal and locked it.

Once the Sneaky landed at its destination Cor was going to go her own way. At whatever cost it took.

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#, as written by Gasmask
Davis tore off his helmet and threw it to the ground, there was a loud crack. "I'm sick of this shit, captain." Davis was revealed to be a middle aged man with a goatee, and what seemed to be blue war paint in the shape of a bear claw across his face and numerous scars.

Clarke whipped around, rounding on Davis. "Shut up. You knew what you signed up for, you've been me for years. Don't fuck this up now, Dave." Clarke put a hand on the other soldiers shoulder, shaking the pauldron. "We'll return to simple things soon, brother." Clarke turned around and held out a hand, curling the fingers up in a gesture for Alex to give him his helmet back.

One of the marines slid though the squad and tapped Alex on the shoulder, his voice a whisper. "Welcome to Echo Squad. I'm Smoke." The marine coughed violently, tearing up his visor to cough into his hand, coughing up a wickedly crimson splat of blood onto his hand and wiping it on his armor. "Maybe not the best time to do this, hurts to-" The coughs begun again.

One of other marines passed Smoke a blue cloth. "His lungs were lacerated by a bullet a few years ago, I'm Echo's medic." The other man held out his hand. "Gary."

Clarke turned to Solid, walking over to her and smiling grimly. "Sorry about ignoring you before, I'm..." The captain paused and put his helmet between one of his arms and side. "Busy. Clarke's the name, baggins' the game." The captain held out his hand, and it was covered in ritual scarring. "Judicator, Echo Squad."

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#, as written by Aderas
Captain Solid didn't seem too pleased with the various answers she received. If her expression could be seen, it would have likely been seething.

"You," she says, pointing at Marcus. "Will not touch any console on my ship. It contains classified information that, if you through some dumb stroke of luck managed to happen upon, would result in your necessary execution. Let me make something clear," she continues, looking around briefly. "You are not my crew. You will not be my crew. You are on my ship, for the time being, as we make for our destination. If that is not perfectly clear, I'll show you to the airlock."

"Sliver," she says to the man, who stands at attention quickly. "Go get your friend out of Engineering." He salutes, placing a hand over his chest and forming a half-wing, before he trots off.

The Captain pointedly did not offer her hand to Clarke in exchange for his own. Instead, she looks him up and down. She was moderately tall for a woman, but nothing close to his size. "Judicator Clarke of Echo-Squad," she repeats, rolling the phrase off her tongue. "You seem to be the only one here capable of any sort of competence, so I am putting you in charge of these miscreants. We'll be arriving at the rendezvous within two hours. I'll keep you informed of anything you need to know." With that, she walks from the hold and takes a left, into the room opposite the door Cor had run through.


Cor's 'latrine' was not much like those on other ships. Apparently, the crew didn't care much for privacy. There was a modest toilet, shower, and a curtain for it, but the rest of the room she had locked herself in was apparently the primary gunnery and engineering station, simply judging by the array of equipment lining the high-tech walls.

And, she wasn't alone.

Another figure in full jumpsuit was sitting on a bench with his (or her) back to the door, fiddling with some piece of strange technology. "S'that you Cap," asks a male voice in a curious, unplaceable accent, not looking up from his work.

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#, as written by Knosis
Alex watched as Cor stormed off to.. Somewhere. She was about to follow until Clarke got her attention. At the gesture, Alex quickly scrambled to pull off the Captain's helmet, passing it back to the man quickly. "Thanks." She muttered. She noticed that he was a bit busy arguing with what seemed to be his second in command. Now where did that chick go...

It was then she felt the tap on her shoulder. She half thought it was the woman and braced herself for a sucker punch. Instead she was getting more introductions. She was about to return the greeting to 'Smoke' when he began coughing hoarsely, the familiar crimson substance coming to view. Not exactly sure what to say to the choking marine, she gave an apologetic smile to him before turning to the medic, offering her hand. "Alex. Pleased to meet'cha both."

Looking around she shrugged. "Seems every un's a bit confused.." She muttered. "And aye'm not sure what aye'm supposed'ta do. Guess that's what 'appens when ya come in the middle..."

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#, as written by Maree
As soon as the door locked Cor set her forehead against the door and closed her eyes. Her heart beat throbbed in her ears from her anger. Releasing a shaking breath to calm herself, Cor heard a voice from behind where she was standing. She stood up straight quickly and placed her back against the door.

It seemed there was no way to gain privacy on this damn fancy ship.

"No," Cor said curtly. "Name's Cor. I just had to get away from everyone." She folded her arms against her chest and slid down the door until she sat on the floor.

"Hope you don't mind."

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"And what destination is that? Oh but..." Marcus said, resorting to a casual examination of his nails, "If that's classified information that will result in execution don't tell me. I couldn't live knowing I condemned everyone on this deck to death." After that sarcastic comment he flicked his hair, dipped down to grasp his bag and made for the living quarters in an attempt to find somewhere to stow his things.

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Everyone seemed too wrapped up in themselves and their situation on the ship to give the rainbow haired woman any mind. She stood there, leaning against the wall ready to ride out the trip and the growing tension in the room.

The captain seemed ready to strangle them all and the team of mercenaries were too on edge for Deirdre’s liking. The almost fight that had broken out was enough to tell her that the entire group was wound tight.

Her golden eyes watched them all but she said nothing. She wanted to get Shard alone and ask him to explain what the hell she was doing here if they already had a pilot but she didn’t dare move or say anything out loud for the time being. The captain and judicator seemed to trying to make things a bit more orderly. As much as she didn’t mind a good laugh or a more relaxed atmosphere, Deirdre didn’t honestly think the rest would be for that right this moment.

She smiled inwardly. Bet they are all hilarious drunk. Usually the ones with poles this far up their asses and rules and regulations around their necks cut loose the hardest. She had fond memories of bar fights, card games and other antics with small squads of military groups.

Deirdre watched Sliver head off for someone in engineering, watched the captain put the judicator in charge and then leave.

I wonder if he thinks he is in charge of me too. Deirdre frowned. She wasn’t a part of their little team and she sure as hell didn’t fall under their jurisdiction. Then again from the look of him she wasn’t about to tell Judicator Clarke that. Deirdre warily eyed the large man, waiting to see what his first move would be now that he was in charge of the ‘miscreants’ as the captain had called them.

She shook her head as the dark haired man who had been poking around made a comment to the captain about their destination. He is going to find a shit storm waiting for him if he keeps that up. He sauntered off bag in tow.

Deirdre found as people left there was a bit more room. She slid down the wall and seated herself out of the way on the floor. Her legs were crossed and tucked as much as she could, keeping herself out of the path of people walking. Her head went back and her eyes closed. She rested, not really sleeping. If things got messy when they landed she wanted to be ready for anything. The captain had said it would take time to get to where they were going and Deirdre decided that was best served resting up. Just in case.

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#, as written by Gasmask
"Yea, seems like it." The medic replied, shaking her hand vigorously. Smoke smiled and triggered his visor to snap down around his face and shuffled off to a corner of the ship to exhale some lavender put though his filters, it helped with the laceration coughs. The medic grinned. "You're gonna have to be trained up, eh? I hope they have some training quarters on this fuckoff ship."

Clarke put his hand back to his side and delivered her a mocking salute behind her back. The marine captain slid his helmet back on, rapping his fist against the side of it. The giant of a man had noticed one of the members was missing from the room they were in, but decided to continue what he was about to do anyway.

The captain put a finger to the side of his helmet and there was a loud buzz as his voice was magnified, usually meant to help contact between squads in transition between ship and space. "Listen up. I am Clarke." The marine paused, unsure if he'd get their combined attention.

"You don't owe me shit. I don't even know half of you, I won't expect any of you to listen to me. Right now, we need to stick together and figure shit out. I want each and every one of you to tell me what you're good at and why you're here. Clarke took the finger off his helmet and waited for the responses.

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#, as written by Aderas
The man who Cor had walked in on grew tense for a moment before he calmly sets whatever he was working on down. Turning to look at her, he speaks in a neutral accent. "Oh, uh, Hi. No, don't mind, at all, though I'd suggest you don't sit in-" Too late. Sliver, having the access cards necessary to over-ride the lock, zips into the room. With Cor sitting in front of the sliding door, he bounds over her and finds himself floating on the ceiling, a shocked expression on his face.

"You usually sit in front of doors, or were you expecting me," he asks, his features slowly shifting to a frown as he looks down at the other man. "Stubs, Captain wants her out of here," he says quietly, drifting back towards the floor to Cor. "Unless you needed some 'privacy,'" he adds, looking at the woman.


Solid had left without giving any sort of proper answer to Marcus' question. The man would find that he had one of four ways to go once he reached the central intersection on the vessel; back to the hold, through the door that Sliver and Cor had run, ahead to the Cockpit, or down the corridor that Captain Solid had gone. Presumably, if Cor and Sliver weren't at the bunks, Solid had gone to them, meaning he would have to risk her wrath, and possibly end up somewhere he wasn't supposed to be.

Shard was still in the main hold with the rest of them- he hadn't moved or said much of anything since the Captain had started speaking, and with his anonymous helmet on, might've simply blended into the background. Watching Marcus walk towards the intersection, he couldn't help but feel somewhat guarded about the man. His actions seemed too... natural. Like he knew exactly what he was doing at any given moment.

He would keep an eye on him. Clarke, too. He seemed to be a very respectable sort, easy to get along with. For now, his charge seemed a bit lost. Walking towards Deirdre, he gives her a slight nudge on the shoulder. "You look confused," he says, his voice slightly modulated by the helmet.

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Deirdre opened one eye and glanced towards Clarke. She wasn’t entirely sure if he was talking to all of them, her included or just the other military types. Figuring it best to stay quiet for as long as possible, thus avoiding any issues, Deirdre closed her eye again. She was just about to let her mind wander again when she was nudged.

A deep frown appeared and her eyes slowly opened. She tried not to glare to heavily at the helmeted person. Even with the slight change in his voice she knew it was Shard and not one of the others.

“You think?” Her tone was slightly amused as she answered his question.

The woman straightened up, her face reflecting in Shard’s helmet. “Look, you said you were looking for a pilot. That there was a job. I find this ship like you said, find myself crammed in it with a whole squad of mercenaries and at least one other pilot, not counting you. Call me a pessimist but how many pilots does one person need?”

Deirdre shrugged, “Hey I get it. Other people were hired too. Not enough jobs to go around, no worries but I do want to make it off this ship without one the others killing someone and I would prefer it not be me. That woman...the other pilot. She doesn’t seem the warm and friendly type and not sure how she’d feel finding out we are both pilots. Unless you can tell me there is more than one job and more than one ship I think it best if I just stay out of the way and disappear quietly, don’t you?”

She gave him a smile. “No harm, no foul. How were you supposed to know your crewmate was going to bring an entire ship’s worth of crew on board? Besides, not sure they even noticed I am here.”

Deirdre pointed a thumb towards Clarke and the other mercenaries.

"Thing is I get the feeling that no one on board but you and your crewmates know what the hell is going on. I don't think that sits to well with the big guys. It clearly doesn't do well for that woman. I can roll with the punches but I wouldn't mind a bit more of an idea of what the hell I got myself into. Wouldn't you if you were in my position?"

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Around the corner Marcus cast a cool, casual glance over his shoulder, checking to see if someone was following him until his stomach grumbled. Right, he hadn't eaten for a while. In all his efforts to fit in he had just forgotten to. Well, storage and sleeping could wait until he was tired. Right now he needed food. His path changed, turning back on the intersection in search of a map, or any cafeteria on the ship.

Cafeterias had one thing he liked. Well, two. They had food but more importantly they had people. A beer in the right hands could be your best friend. The corners of his mouth quirked ever so slightly up, making him look even more like a smug prat than he already did. Yes, food and alcohol seemed like a good idea. He made a mental note to buy booze at their next stop in case he couldn't find any on the ship.

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#, as written by Maree
Cor only had time to look up at the man sitting on the bench before the door opened. One moment she was leaning against it and the next she was staring up at Sliver, who was now on the roof, from the floor. Not even removing herself from the floor, Cor crossed her arms across her chest. Her eyes narrowed up at Sliver.

"Do you always just barge into rooms?" she asked him sarcastically. The question wasn't meant to be answered, obviously. After she had gotten in her quip that's when Cor lifted herself onto her feet. She stood and brushed off imaginary dirt.

"I'm not going anywhere. I am staying right here until that bitch is off this ship. It's her or me. I'm not going to go back and be threatened with lashes from a person that has no right to threaten me," Cor said. Her voice broke when she mentioned the lashes. There was a hint of tears in her eyes but Cor didn't cry. She never cried. Her face just leaked from time to time.

"So, go away. Tell your Captain whatever you have to in order for me to be left alone," Cor demanded before she went into the shower and closed the curtain. She wasn't going to shower but it gave her a sense of privacy.

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#, as written by Knosis
"Aye." Alex simply said. "Hopin' to get started right away." She muttered. "Ain't no slouch, that's for sure, an' I dunt like just sittin' here waiting for my skin to get all soft like."

She gazed over to Clarke as he asked about what they were good at. Wanting to hold her tongue, she leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. "Who's the guy for trainin', or will Boss Man tell me wha' aye need to know, hm?" She asked the medic.

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#, as written by Gasmask
Clarke sighed and lowered his arms, dropping them to his sides and signaled for his men to form up. Smoke was the first one to holster weapon, there had been no contact, but it'd been enough for the hot pickup from the space station to set them on edge. It was time for introductions, since the rest of the mercenaries didn't want to talk, he'd break in the rookie.

The marines would then drag Alex into a circle around the deck. The squad was only nine men, including their leader. Each had their own markings on their armor, some had straps of knotted hair tied to their knees. The gaggle of mercenaries grinned and nodded towards Alex, she'd met Smoke and the groups combat medic. The other three had removed their helmets, one had a thick shaved mohawk and the other two were twins, the latter of which looked like he'd taken a round of buckshot to the face.

Clarke pointed to the one with the mohawk. "Davis. Grenadier. He's the man you go to when you need something to violently discharged from the universe, also my right hand man." "Fuck your right hand, old man." Davis spat back, bearing his warpainted lips in a grimace.

"Charming, mate." One of the twins said, shaking his head. "That's Knives and Buckshot. Former Death Row inmates, now reeducated mercs'." Clarke pointed out, the twin with the buckshot face touched the knife on his shoulderplate and grinned. The squad seemed to be rather quaint, down to earth and nice for a bunch of trained killers. Not that they could speak for themselves, mind you.

"We're a CQC, that's close combat, squad. We begin training when we arrive wherever we need to go, I'll take you to the training room myself." Clarke added, smiling.

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#, as written by Gasmask

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In response to Deirdre's sarcasm, Shard laughs for a moment before putting on a more serious tone of voice. "I hate to break it to you, but you're not sticking with us-" he gestures around the ship. "We're just couriers, bringing you to Teryn's fleet, where I assure you, there'll be plenty of work."

He places a reassuring, if gloved hand on her shoulder. "Don't sweat it, though. Teryn's looking for the best, and that's what I'm bringing him. The jokers Sliver grabbed will have their own messes to deal with," he says. While his face was covered completely, one could imagine the charming grin placed thereon.


Marcus would find that there was no dedicated cafeteria on the ship; it was, after all, a very small vessel, and seemed to be used primarily for short-range transport. Nevertheless, he would see a number of crates in the main hold that he had come from, many of which would likely contain supplies for the short-range journey they were on.


Sliver floats his way down from the ceiling, shaking his head. "Only when I'm ordered by my Captain," he says, with a mild shrug. He tries to help her stand, but the lack of gravity made that a bit of a moot point. "I'm sure it'll please you to know," he says, following her to the curtain, "You won't be staying on this ship long." He sounded a bit disappointed about that, himself. "We're dropping you all off with Teryn's fleet. And... don't mind the Captain. She just doesn't like your kind."

Stubs walks over and smacks Sliver. "Meaning pilots," he says, glaring at Sliver. Sliver glares back. "Meaning other women," he counters, causing Stubs to throw his hands up and walk back to his device.


There was one other man, still standing in the main hold with Alex, Jacob, and the rest of the Marines. He had been standing more or less completely still since he had locked himself to the hull a while back. Unfortunately for him, he had completely locked his armor- including his vocal unit. Unnoticed and locked down, he had to stand uncomfortably on guard.

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