Earth's Solar System

as written by Nightwraith9
In the Earth's Solar System

The pirate grinned as he stood in his mucky ship bridge staring out at large transport ship that was travelling past Mars. "Sir! Can we attack them now!" Grunted one of the crew members who had obviously had there nose broken a number of times and had a cybernetic implant in his right eye.
"Yeah lad sound the attack..." The captain nodded with agreement and began to chuckle as the crew member turned round to the oil stained controls and began to issue orders. The orders were to board with small arms fire the cargo was not to be damaged. "This is our easiest run yet." The captain grumbled before falling backwards and sitting on his large captains chair staring out of the bridge window at the transport ship. The captain then began to mumble on about pirate matters and what kind of loot they found on board before he was interrupted by the another crew member behind him.
"Sir... We have another ship on radar it came out of no where!" the pirate said as he began to panic and hammer at the controls trying to get more information. A white blur shot past the bridge window and off into the distance leaving the pirate ship behind. "...Its leaving..." the pirate said joyfully leaving the captain to return to his rant about piracy.

On the outside of the ship...

Phobos dug his blades into the piracy ship and began to claw his way onto the top of it. His giro's spun quietly and his pistons eased as the machine slowed down and stopped in front of a large window with three people staring at him from the inside.

Back on the bridge...

The captain stopped talking and the two other crew members paused what they were doing when they saw the machine clutching onto the front of the ship. "Seal the blast window!" The captain screamed causing the two other pirates to begin hammering at the controls. "Put me onto the rest of the crew" the captain ordered. A loud bing told him the loud speaker was on and that everyone on the ship could hear him even the machine. "Crew we are under attack from some kind of machine bastard! I want all of you up to the bridge bring your weaponry your gona need it!" The loud speaker switched off and the noise of elevators and the clanging of footsteps could be heard as the crew made there way towards the bridge. The sound of glass shattering shocked the captain and he looked up to see the metal blast window closing far too late.

Phobos saw the metal window cover begin to lower and rushed towards the glass throwing his metal body through it and into the ships bridge. The shield slammed down behind him and the he rolled across the solid floor or the bridge sliding a blade off his back and impaling the first pirate in the room. The captain was frozen out of fear and the other pirate trembled and fell to the floor. The robot pulled the blade out of the man letting his heavy corpse drop the the floor. He then charged the captain flicking the blade back on this back and diving onto the captain gripping his head with his metal hands and crushing his skull with no mercy. The last pirate in the room began to shake and pulled himself underneath the control panel. Phobos stood up and faced the door the rest of the pirates were coming from. The two small blades slid out from his arms.
The door slid open and the pirates came in slowly scanning the room for any kind of life. The whimpering of the lone survivor could be heard and the first pirate in the room took one look at him and said "Bloody hell mate get up off the floor and grab a g..." The man was cut short as the machine dropped from the ceiling a crushed the man's chest.


Back on Phobos's spaceship...
The A.I began to flick through Mp3 files in search of a song to blast from Phobos to disorientate the enemy. Eventually it came to a stop and rested on a song that it quickly transmitted to the machine.


Back on the pirate ship...
Phobos began to cut his way through the enemy weaving a thin ribbon of blood from man to man. The bullets they fired bounced off his armour and into other pirates. The machine began to project a loud song as it cut its way through the pirates. "I feel pretty, Oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and gay" One of the pirates screamed as the machine swung its leg and smashed his skull against the wall shattering it instantly. The combat in the corridor ceased for a moment before the next wave ran around the corner and towards him wielding shock blades. "And I pity, Any girl who isn't me today, I feel charming, Oh so charming" The blades clashed against one another but yet Phobos showed no signs of relenting. the machines blades simply parried each one of the blows before sending a devastating attack the neck or head, leaving a bloody mist behind him. Machine gun fire began to pummel Phobos and it dropped to one knee as the bullets began to force him back slowly. The giro's began to spin rapidly and the sound of pistons grew louder. Destruction mode initiated flashed across the robots on board computer and forced it into overdrive. "It's alarming how charming I feel, And so pretty, That I hardly can believe I'm real" Phobos sprinted towards the pirates his small arm blades slideing away and reaching up for his own two shock swords. The noise of metal sliceing through flesh echoed down the corridors accompanied with the music and the screams of the pirates. After a long time of combat and strangely happily music accompanied with scream later Phobos walked back towards the ships bridge. Oil leaked from the machines left arm and a large slice had fried one of his cooling vents. The song still played because the machine still remembered one last pirate on board the ship.
The pirate sat trembling underneath the controls he could hear the loud heavy metal footsteps and the music growing ever louder. "She thinks she's in love, She thinks she's in Spain, She isn't in love, She's merely insane" The song stopped after the word insane and so did the heavy footsteps. All that could be heard was the pirate crying quietly before even that was silenced by a blade sliding across his throat.
Phobos walked to the control panel and set the blast shield to open and allowed himself to be pulled out by the vacuum and into space. The machine drifted for a while before the white ship glided alongside him and opened up a small hatch allowing the machine to enter and repair itself so it would be ready for its next mission.

Beep Beep. Beep Beep. The commlink beeped inside Phobos' ship. XV50 Squad 6 combat drone "Phobos" please come in. You are in violation of citizins rights and due process. Please respond. XV50 Squad 6 combat drone "Phobos" come in and explain the fact that all of the witnesses are now dead.
"It still isn't responding General Hammond." A pretty officer turned with her headset on and reported to the general.

He was not a tall man and his bald head shone under the flourescent lights. He was a hard military man bulky but mostly muscle, though at his age it was starting to go flabby in the stomach area. He didn't get much opportunity for physical activity now that he was a general. You had to make the hard decisions and those often came from behind a desk and not on the bridge of a ship. He did miss the excitement of being out there but someone had to be in charge. He looked at the veiwscreen which showed the stars over mars and vaguely you could see the drones' ship flitting in the distance. It was clearer on the radar a small blip on the screen. The drone had become a problem. No longer following their orders but doing whatever it darn well pleased. At least it still attacked pirates but it would be nice to arrest them and gain info on what connections they had and also gain whatever booty they might have had still on the ship. And dang it, the Martian government weren't murderers. This was a democracy not a dictatorship.

The airlock opened and Phobos stomped through and towards the weapon racks mounted on the wall of the cockpit. The interior of the ship was very clean with white walls and floors. The control panels was a single computer terminal with numerous blue flashing lights resembling different things so that a computer technician could run tests on the ship if they had to. The robot walked over to a strange disc shaped object on the wall and clipped it onto its wrist. "Scanning for damage" erupted a female voice from the disc and a quick static shock surged through the machine as it registered what was wrong and immobilized Phobos. What looked like a shimmer erupted from the disc and flooded to the damaged areas immediately patching them up and then returning back to the disc. On a microscopic level you would of seen tiny little robotic nano-bots going to the areas before linking together and replacing the damaged parts with bits of their own bodies. "Commencing reboot shock in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." The same static shock surged through the robot flicking his sensors from off to on and giving it movement once again. Phobos removed the disc and placed back on the wall. When his sensors had fully came back online the machine noticed that the communication link was buzzing. Again the machine stomped back to its circle in the cockpit that it had done so many times before and opened the com link to the commander.
In a cold metallic voice Phobos simply spoke "Mission complete. Resuming patrol."

The general roared when he hear Phobos' simple answer. Damn that infernal machine. "Try to get it to respond again and tell it to stop killing people!"
Beep Beep. Your mission was not to exterminate but to bring the offenders to justice. Do you copy?" The communications officer again attempted to communicate with the robot.
"If it doesn't agree are we going to have to try and destroy him, sir?" the Lieutenant Carey asked.
"We will see but with it's blatant disregard for my orders I don't see any other options, unless it changes it's program soon we will have to terminate phobos." The general looked out the viewport but watched the comm station out of the corner of his eye hoping that it wouldn't come to that. The drone was brutally efficient and would be hard enough to track, nevertheless destroy.

Phobos stood still and listened to what was said over the comm link. Hundreds of programs ran the the AI rapidly judging the outcome of any decision the robot made. "Command confirmed... Command overridden." Again the metallic voice rung out and went quiet for a moment whilst the AI generated a response for the general. "New command. Mission 36934 playback begin" The sound of the latest mission began to play through. it started of with the normal crashing and thudding as Phobos boarded the ship and then a loud crash before the song "i feel pretty" could be heard accompanying the screams and gunshots of the pirates. After the playback had finished the machine began to speak once again. "Preparing to send video footage of pirate attack number 36934 for data logging. Damage report: minimal. Do you wish to continue communications. If yes please state the question you would like to ask. If no then please state no and Combat drone 6 will begin normal defensive patrol."

Generl Hammond watched the video feed. Several people watching it on the viewscreen had to leave because of nasea. The general sighed and told the Comm officer to say no. "It obviously will just override whatever we say. We are going to have to send someone out to terminate it."

"Yes sir. who should I send?" The comm officer questioned.

"I think our only option is another machine. I want you to get Max on the phone."

At the general's words many in the room gasped. Max was completely made out of nanobots and could reorganise any and every part of it's body into any shape it wanted. It was brutal efficient and unlike phobos, followed orders.

He was very expensive and one of a kind. His formation and intelligence had been somewhat of a happy accident and they disliked sending him out unless it was important.

"I have him on the line and he has accepted the orders sir."

"Of course. We shouldn't have to wait long now."
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Max didn't need a spacecraft to fly, he could become a spacecraft. So he changed form looking like liquid silver as he changed form and started to hover and then lifted off to soar into the clouds. It didn't take Max long to have Phobos' ship in his sights.
"This is your only warning before I open fire. Turn yourself in for maintanence and decommission. If you do not I will be forced to terminate you." His voice was hollow and impersonal but mostly human sounding.

Above Nix, the smallest of Pluto's three moons, was forge 17. Forge seventeen was one of the largest military weapons productions facilities in Plutonism space. Able to mass produce ground combat mechs on order the station also doubled as a refinery and residence for 800 personnel. It could manufacture over 50 armored vehicles a day and had 300 in storage.

This is why it was made a target for rebellion insurgents. At 3:00 AM three unscheduled carbon ore transports arrived and docked at the station. When inspection started the hatchs on all three ships slammed open and mechs started to pile out. The hanger security staff was taken by surprise and almost completely annihilated within minutes. Roughly 60 Volkot close quarters light mechs stormed into the station. The rebel Volkot's were of smaller size and able to fit into sections of the station where the defense force's own mechs couldn't fit. With a higher maneuverability and number of access routes, the rebels were able to avoid major opposition and faced primarily with under equipped infantry units. The station fell into chaos, with the security teams barely holding their ground while the insurgents continued to attempt to storm the storage area.

"... Which was relevant to the last report we received from Forge seventeen as of twenty one minutes ago, sir." Finished lieutenant Gearalt of the communications division.

Admiral James Tiraninot stood at the viewing port of his flagships command bridge. He watched the station in the distance continue it orbit around the moon of Nix. "What are the conditions of the hanger defenses? Have the insurgents over taken security controls?" Behind him Gearalt read off the report message on his data pad. "Sir, hanger blast doors were lowered 15 minutes after confirmed contact with hostiles. Scout drones sent to observe the exterior were short down by automated controls. Enemy is assumed to have full control over hanger defense." Admiral Tiraninot contemplated the situation. The station hangers were heavily reinforced against bombardment. Within the time it took for them to arrive it would be safe to assume the rebels had breached the storage area and were hijacking the mechs inside at the moment. With the anti-bomber turrets reprogrammed to cover the rebel ships they would have little success with destroying the transports before they entered trans-space. This would also prevent them from landing there own troops inside the station. He played a few scenarios in his mind, testing the likely hood of success in each strategy until he settled on a coarse of action.

"Position four squadrons of bombers on standby in an intercept pattern out side the hanger firing range. Target section six under the second ring of the station and launch R.H.A.M. barrage."

Lieutenant Gearalt gave a salute and responded with a "Yes sir!" then paused. when his mind registered the command. "Wait... what. I'm sorry Admiral but could you repeat that last part."

Tiraninot turned around to face Gearalt. He spoke in a slower and stronger tone. "Target section six under the second ring of the station's support facilities and fire. The station's life support is in that section. Without it, the automated defenses will go down and the insurgents will be forced to withdraw. Our squadrons will remove any remaining ships as they exit the station." Gearalt was about to object but Tiraniont held up a hand to silence him. "Do as you are ordered lieutenant or I will find someone who will." Gearalt cringed and relented, relaying the admiral's orders to the fleet. Tiraninot's flagship, the Ashur, opened a dozen of hatches to revel R.H.A.M. missiles.

R.H.A.M. Stood for Robotic Hammer Artillery Missile. It was one of the latest in weapons designs by Pluto's military force made to wreak the inside instead of trying to crack open the hull. A giant cone shaped jackhammer was mounted on the front of the missile that would pound it's way through a ships hull. Timed explosives would wait until Once it had managed to smash it's way into the interior of the enemy vessel before detonating, tearing the ship apart from the inside.

A barrage of these Missiles was fired into the station. They pounded into the side and disappeared under a mask of torn hull. Seconds passed as Tiraninot watch the station. Then a large bulge appeared in it's side before an entire section exploded open in a mass of fire and light. There was little sound, to much distance and not enough air to allow the vibrations of the explosion to reach them. But it rocked the facility just the same. Seconds later lights across the station went out. Power died quickly as even the power generator went up in smoke. With out the life support their was nothing to keep the stations systems running.

That included the ventilation that kept the oxygen flowing.

"Tell the squadrons to move into attack position and engage as soon as the insurgent's withdraw." Tiraninot ordered as he turned to leave, walking past a stunned and solemn Gearalt. "Oh and get a salvaging crew down there to pick up anything that we can recover. We don't want any one trying to loot this place later."

"Yes, sir..." was all Gearalt could reply with as he watch the carnage that Tiraninot had unleashed.

On Pluto Governor Hallifax roared in fury into the com. "Tiraninot, What the hell have you done?! I needed that station and you have destroyed it. That station cost Millions of Plucots! How are you going to fix this? Couldn't you have come up with a better way to stop the insurgents rather than blow up the damn station?

If he were a lesser man Tiraninot would have groaned at the governor's rant. Instead he just hardened his gaze, just by a fraction. As usual he barely managed to get the communications relay open before the governor of Nix started shouting at him.

Steeling his patience and keeping his face and tone neutral the Admiral responded. "If you have read over my report, sir Hallifax, then you would see that I have only damaged it's life support. The station itself is still structurally sound, and with proper repairs and restaffing it can be operational again within a month or two." He turned away looking back over the latest mission report from the salvage crew as he continued. "While the loss of the assembly line and refinery is an unfortunate lost I believe it was a necessary course of action." It was the usual complaint. Too much property damage, or casualties, or loss of resources. Rarely did anyone see the reason for his actions, or the alternative's that could have resulted. And honestly he had more important business to attend to then listen to more whining from some sniveling politician.

"A month or two! Do you understand how much time and money I will lose because of this. I was depending on the resources from that station to repay the Tirak Legion and now they will be after my head. It should be your neck and not mine for destroying my best chance for repaying those loan sharks."

He kept ranting but was suddenly cut off and warning bells went off all over the compound as a fleet of twenty various ships dropped out of warp right on their doorstep. "Hello good people of Nix and Pluto" A low sexy voice said over the comm, broadcasting on a wide range so everyone could hear. A picture came up on the screen of a buxom woman with a lovely face and long black hair in small braids that reached down past her hips while seated. She had a tall bald man with an eye patch on her right and a rough looking woman with crazy blue hair and Hard gray eyes and a squarish face with hard angles, on her left. "I am Capton Yarasa Tyreen of the Triten and the leader of this pirate fleet. We have come to relieve you of your resources." She said this with calm confidence and smugness like she was doing him a favor by raiding them.

The was no response from the admiral. Instead he switched off the transmitter and marched down the command deck.

"Gearalt!" He barked "what are the positions of our heavy cruisers?"

"Onyx one and three are at coordinates G18 and G20 sir. Onyx two is G30." The lieutenant responded. Tiraninot started barking out orders sending the bridge into a frenzy of activity. The interior lights of the Ashur's turned red as the ship went into combat alert.

"One and three will move to open broadside barrage on their left flank. Onyx two will move to their right and box them in. Move the flag ship to the front, have the Ashur's main cannons focus fire on their center. Try to drive their formation in half. Split our reserves into two groups, both in a wedge formation and strike the enemy from above and below. Will have them in a pincer bind. I want every available squadron out in combat position now! Lysso, what is the arrival time of the nearest reinforcements?"

"The Foals cluster is an E.T.A. of thirty minutes." She replied over her shoulder.

"Tell them they have twenty."

If he hadn't gone into a battle mind set Tiraninot would have either been insulted or disbelieving of the pirates actions. Charging head long into the very heart of Plutonism space, announcing their presence right after exiting trans-space, and even willing to launch a raid on an area that held one of the five admirals present with an armed force of fifteen ships. Even if she did had five more vessels then his own fleet cluster, this Captain Yarasa had to be very arrogant and foolish if she thought she would walk away from this with her fleet intact. Especially if she was willing to give up her chance at a preemptive strike just so she could be dramatic. A mistake Tiraninot was not about to make.

"Sir, should we send the enemy a message?" Lysso asked. Tiraninot resisted the urge to snort. "Tell them they have five seconds to surrender before we open fire." The major looked up from her computer panel to give him a quizzical look. "But sir, I'll barely be able to get that across before the fleet engages them." Tiraninot didn't respond

"You have your orders," he the admiral shouted. "FIRE AT WILL."

"They said we have five seconds to surrender" The comm officer said and barely finished before the enemy was firing. The barrage hit their shields like rain but didn't phase the shields.

"The Biometric shielding is holding." Another pirate stated.

"Is the stealth fleet in position?" Yarasa asked and when her first officer nodded she continued. "Order them to go now and also return fire, with laser cannons and rail guns!"

The bald man with the eye patch picked up the comm and sent the coded message and within moments on the other side of pluto another fleet of ten cloaked ships came out of hyper space two going to the five going to the capital and the others going to the other spots where Pluto officials were known to be located.

Meanwhile Yarasa was studying the enemies formation. I think I see an opening on that side, she pointed it out on the radar screen to her officers. "Send one third our force to start punching through that gap while the rest of us continue to concentrate on the leader of the enemy.

Lilith opened fire and went towards the weak point in the formation a little bit at the same time. She followed Yarasa's commands, but always added her own flare to them. She also got yelled at a lot, to the point where she knew other crew members wondered why the captain kept her. Lilith smiled to herself, and adjusted her goggles before firing her next round of bullets. She already knew the captain only kept her because she had been military. She didn't care if she was useless otherwise, she had joined this crew for the love of fighting the military that she had once loved.

"Onyx 2 is taking heavy fire," called on of the com's managers. "enemy is focusing on our right side to break out of the pincer."

Tiraninot glared at the hologram of the battle zone. "Tell, Onyx 2 to break off. Get a few fighter squadrons out there to cover it. How long until the frigates are in position?"

"Sir, both groups need three minutes to be in firing range." someone answered "Enemy is estimated to break through our left line in two minutes."

Admiral Tiraninot stared up at the glass view port where canon fire could be seen in the distance. He caught a look at movment of the ships, that many breaking out of the trap he set would reduce the fight to a slug match between ships. His fleet cluster couldn't win that kind of engagement without losing heavy numbers. "Charge the main canon and fire at central position." he ordered. "If we can't hold them all in then will only let half out."

Gearalt looked up at the admiral with another confused look. "sir, the canon is still being tested. And we still fighter squadrons in the area."

"Then tell them to move." Tiraninot said without emotion. "Center the the target area on the enemy's middle and fire when ready." Gearalt was already radioing the command to the fielded ships to watch for the blast when the rumbling started. In the core of the Ashur giant turbines began to rotate. Warnings were sent through out the flagship for the crew to brace for discharge as the increasingly loud humming echoed throughout the ship.

The 'Ashur's Breath' was an experimental anti-cruiser weapon mounted on his ship. Designed to heat up Carbon material till it became plasma and fire it like a rail gun at targets, it was a terrifying weapon. And it was about to get it's first test run.

Great amounts of heat and electricity built up rapidly as the humming became a roaring. Then a thunderous BOOM rocked the Dreadnought, sending quakes through it's body and send crew members flailing as they desperately sought something to keeping from failing to the floor.

Even Tiraninot had to shift his footing slightly to keep balance.

A blindingly bright flash of light raced out of the Ashur's gaping maw. An energized bolt of carbon plasma, several dozen meters in diameter, screamed across the distance. seventeen ton's of liquid force and heat ready to smash anything in it's way.

Lilith dodged the beam, watching it go by with a look of shock. This soon vanished into a wide grin, and she gave a wild laugh. With a move like that, who else could be giving the orders but her past superior, Tiraninot? She adjusted her goggles again, and stroked her old M-16 for good luck. She flicked on her com that connected to the captain, she knew a big nasty beam like that wouldn't catch Yarasa off guard for very long. "Sorry 'bout that captain, seems this ship has a new toy on it." there was laughter in her voice as she spoke. She was highly enjoying herself. "Shall I continue with the original plan?" this was asked more seriously, though the laughter never left her eyes.

Yarasa had been watching the enemy carefully and had been ready for a shot but even she had been surprised when the force of the blow blew threw the shield wall. She managed to get out of the way but another of her ships hadn't been so lucky and had taken heavy damage. "Stick to the plan the insurgence team should be in position any moment and then we will see how far this Tiraninot is willing to go."

Meanwhile three of the other group had landed in the capital, each ship containing four elite fighters in enhanced suits that not only made them almost superhuman and bulletproof but also camouflaged. The enemy soldiers didn't even see them as they slunk out of their invisible ships and slit their throats on the way to the capital building holding the leader or dictator. He was in a meeting with some other high officials so they were in luck when they burst into the room and appeared among the startled politicians. A similar thing happened with the other teams on Pluto and Nix. As soon as they all had their prisoners under control they reported in to Yarasa and she opened the comm to Tiraninot.
"Good Admiral I suggest you surrender or all of your leaders will die. My stealth squad infiltrated all the seats of power and with our superior stealth technology it was an easy matter to take your leaders captive. If you don't want all of them to die. Surrender and be boarded while we relieve you of anything valuable. If I see enough that is too hard to transport I may just have to crown myself the new ruler of pluto, What do you all think of that crew?" She said the last with a sneer as her ships and crews laughed along with her. "I give you one hour to consider my offer but if you fire again I will consider that a no and they will immediately be killed."

Lilith's comm to Yarasa's ship was still open, so she now knew that it was Tiraninot was in charge of this particular group. A look of surprise crossed her features as Yarasa called him Admiral. Admiral?! that one was news to her, last she knew he had been of a lower rank. Then again it had been some time since she was in the military. Yarasa was talking about him surrendering and Lilith couldn't hold in a scoffing laugh. "That won't work my captain. He is quite stubborn." all joy left her face "The oh so ruthless Tiraninot was never one for surrender."

Katt grit her teeth against a wave of nasea as they entered the sol system. Flying in Liz's mech was different than flying in her ship had been, that was for sure. She looked out to Liz's home system, wondering if Liz felt homesick or not. It was true that Liz wasn't born on Earth, but that didn't mean that a part of her didn't want to be there.

Liz looked to Mars, then found her eyes straying to what she guessed was Earth. Earth....the planet her people came from, she wondered what it was like there.

Tiraninot listened to report following Yarasa's announcement. The admirals teeth clenched and his fist tightened.

What, In the seven hells, was the reserve fleet DOING? How could they let such a small force slip past their defenses so easily? The only explanation he could find made his face set into a dark scowl. There was likely a traitor amongst the army's ranks.

He filed away that issue for later. Right now he had to remain focused on the current crises. A few of the governors would easily be replaced with time, but the high councilor's death could mean the absolute fall of ordered society in plutonium space. He held his breath for a moment and thought, the admiral entering his meditative state again. There we very, very few ways to act in this situation. Anything attempted could potentially end in causalities of VIP targets if any plan was poorly handled. The was only one disicion he could make. And the Admiral disliked it severely.

"Very well, Lieutenant, lower the shields. We will allow them to board our ship." He stared coldly at Yarasa's projected image. "It appears you and I will be having a face to face meeting, captain Yarasa." He pressed the transmitting controls and cut the communication. Gearalt approached the admiral slowly.

"Sir, are we... we really surrendering?" Tiraninot didn't answer Gearalt's question immediately. He staring out the view port, seeing Pluto's surface in the distance.

"Gearalt... sometimes one has to rely on unorthodox methods to succeed. Some... persuasive diplomacy might be the best solution at the moment."

Lilith overheard what was said...and she didn't like it. She knew for a fact that Tiraninot never ever surrendered....unless....Unless he's up to something. She kept herself quiet though, knowing that the captain was smart enough to smell a trap. As for her, she was actually looking forward to seeing Tiraninot again. Would he be mad that she was now a pirate? Would he even remember her? Nah, he won't remember little ol' me, I'm not important enough. She got her old M-16, and placed the strap on it on her shoulder, so that the gun now rested on her back. Now to wait for her captain's order.

"Ok I want my first mate to stay here but I need at least four more people to go with me to greet Tiraninot, Lilith, I would like you to be one of them. Yarasa had a feeling that Tiraninot had something up his sleeve but for now she had him by the nuts and he knew it. The polititions may not mean much but if their great leader died it might cause too much chaos for even Tiraninot to handle. She sent another communication to the team with the plutonian leader that if she didn't return and report to kill him. She also told her first mate that if she should not come back, he was in charge. They took many weapons and communicaters and the five of them got onto a shuttle to meet Tiraninot. It didn't take long and Yarasa and her first mate were the first out of the shuttle, Yarasa's coat swirling behind her as she walked toward Tiraninot. "Well hello there handsome." She teased watching his expression as they approached, her hand on her laser rifle at her hip.

Lilith followed closely after Yarasa, holding the strap of her M-16 with one hand(her left) and having her other hand close to her laser rifle. When Tiraninot came into full few, she gave him a smile and a wink. My god...he hasn't changed at all!! the only thing that seemed even a little bit different about him was the way he carried himself. As if he was even more ruthless then she remembered. She tightened her grip on the strap to her M-16, feeling slightly nervous now that Tiraninot was actually in front of her. She hoped everything would go smoothly, she would hate if her precious captain got hurt....but she would also hate to see Tiraninot hurt as well.

“Third major Lilith, would you mind telling me why you’re assisting a national criminal against us?” Lilith's smile completely vanished as these words went through her ears. He remembers me! She looked to Yarasa, then back to Tiraninot. She shrugged and her smile returned, but it held the nervousness she was now feeling. "What can I say? There was only one thing to hold me to the military after my training, and that one thing didn't seem to pay any heed to me." she left out that the 'one thing' was him. "Besides, the military seems to have survived without little old me. That and Yarasa seems to appreciate talents that the military frown on."

Pluto
Undisclosed location

In a large laboratory chamber, where the only light came from computer screens and the rows of glowing blue vats, a small group of scientist watched the monitors. The news was playing, showing footage of the orbital battle. Knowledge of the high chancellor’s hostage situation was withheld from the public. The idea of uppity rebels seeing the current crises as an opportunity was not an inspiring idea.

The image was cut off when a message alert appeared in the corner of the screen. The head technician opened the e-mail and read over it quickly. He sighed as he closed the letter and massaged the bridge of his nose. “The schedules been sped up.” He grunted. “Turn ‘em on, we’ve been ordered to have ‘em deployed.”

Scientist and technicians both began moving quickly about the lab chamber. Their was loud clacking from fingers on keyboards, and hissing steam as pressure valves were opened. Inside the vats dark vague shapes began to twitch in the glowing blue liquid. In several, a bright red dot shown on some of the shapes; blinking on and off occasionally for some strange reason.

“Careful,” one of the staff yield “stay away from the glass. They might be a little grouchy when they get out.” Even as he said that a loud thud could be heard. A large crack appeared on one of the vats as its contents began pressing against the glass. The crack widened as the glass was repeatedly pounded upon from the inside.
With a resounding crash a twisted organic and metallic fusion of a hand burst through, spilling blue fluid onto the floor. As it thrashed about wildly, a low ear piercing howl that was a mix of animal screeching and electronic static filled the room.
Others soon joined it.

Onboard the Ashur

Tiraninot stood flanked by two of his soldiers outside the communications bay and watched the pirate captain as she was led down towards him. Denied to reply to Yasasa’s comment on his appearance and kept the same, if slight aggravated, scowl on his face that he always had. He noted with some additional annoyance that the two crew men escorting the pirates didn’t confiscate their weapons. As if he didn’t have enough problems without the possibility of their ‘guest’ attempting something else while on board.

It was while he was analyzing the group that he caught notice of one in particular. One of the female members of to the side, she look a lot like…. no it couldn’t be. It had to be a coincidence. She couldn’t be the same person. As they got closer the woman winked at him and his doubts started to fade quickly. He didn’t know why, but he felt the urge to groan and shout at the same time. Only one person ever gave him a look like that. She had the same appearance and behavior as a certain subordinate he had back when he was still a lieutenant coronal. A subordinate that went missing in action three years ago.
A subordinate that apparently defected somewhere during those three years.

James Tiraninot’s voice was slightly colder than normal when he spoke. “Third major Lilith, would you mind telling me why you’re assisting a national criminal against us?” Lilith's smile completely vanished as these words went through her ears. He remembers me! She looked to Yarasa, then back to Tiraninot. She shrugged and her smile returned, but it held the nervousness she was now feeling. "What can I say? There was only one thing to hold me to the military after my training, and that one thing didn't seem to pay any heed to me." she left out that the 'one thing' was him. "Besides, the military seems to have survived without little old me. That and Yarasa seems to appreciate talents that the military frown on."

"That doesn't answer my question." There was the faintest twitch in Tiraninot's facial features as he spoke. The phantom image of an uncommon emotion appeared for only a fraction of a second. Anyone who hadn't know Tiraninot for a long point of time would have ever even noticed it. "It's a pity, I considered you one of my more trustworthy soldiers."