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Sindarose posted September 04, 2000 04:32 PM

On the Run

Chapter 1: Robotic Reflections

>A report thrown on subspace for all that seem interested<

Wanted Dead or Alive

Name: Sindrose Bane (Encoded Picture included in file.)

Wanted for crimes against the Dajon Confederation including: Espionage, Theft, anarchy, murder, and Assassination of a Military Official. The Dajon Confederation offers the sum of 50 million Rejecks for the live capture of this harden criminal, or 10 million Rejecks for the body of Sindarose Bane.

Max gave a robotic sigh. He shut off the report and looked around the empty control bridge of the wounded Omega Class Destroyer. He knew that trouble would come looking for them, and his mistress the only one who could get them out of it safely was still in Stasis.

The droid had very little combat experience, just what Sindarose attempted to show him, however his programming pretty much prevented him for being to much of use in a combat situation. He would though protect his mistress to the best of his abilities. The sensors sensors were down and the ship was only flying by beacons. However he was glad that they were flying at all.

The droid made his way to the med lab to check on his mistress like he did quiet often. More than he should, but he was fond of the girl. She didn’t treat him like an object or a machine but as a friend. He called her Mistress but only out of the respect the young woman deserved. She was her salvation.

A year ago the droid was a third class maintenance droid that worked on Sindarose’s fighter when she returned from her mission. However this time it would be different, it would be the last time that they were both slaves. She had just come back from assassinating the child of one of Youldron’s enemies. This would be the last person she ever killed for him.

She stormed off the fighter and pushed passed the gangsters body guards out of her way and confronted the green skin reptile himself. They argued for more than an hour, which surprised most of Youldron’s subjects. Normally those who crossed him, were struck down and put back into their place or killed on the spot. Sindarose stood up to him.

Youldron was taken back and either in an act of total surprise or complete understanding of what he had done to the girl. He freed her. She turned around and left the throne room and went back to the hanger, where Max was still inside prepping the fighter for the next mission.

Instead of kicking the droid off the ship, she just took him with her. Perhaps she could use him down the road, and it turned out that she did. Being a slave for Youldron you are only taught the skills you need. Sindarose was a slave from the point she was a small child and didn’t have the capacity to read or right. She could pilot but relied on automatic systems to do the navigational work. The droid could read and he could help her with finance’s which she would need to survive. So the pair went into business for themselves.

That was a year ago and in that time Max-11 couldn’t imagine life with out his partner. Now she was severely wounded in a stasis tube. That bounty was a big thing, that would be a thorn in their sides. He had to get her to safety and had to soon. After double checking to make sure she was all right, he returned to the bridge. Only to see an incoming ship hailing them. Perhaps they were already caught.

Katrylle Morgahn posted September 04, 2000 07:57 PM

"Hey Kat...wanna make a cool 50 mil?" Alex had been lounging in his comm chair, feet kicked up on the console when he called to her over his shoulder. "Its only 10 mil if ya bring her in dead, though."

Kat frowned and glanced over at her comm officer. "Alex, wha' th' hell y'babblin aboot now"?

Alex shrugged. "I dunno. Some broadband wanted poster goin out to anyone who'll listen. Says they want some chick for crimes against someone or something. OOOh...I think I'm in love. Has her listed for Espionage, Theft, anarchy, murder, and Assassination of a Military Official. And a name to *match*; Sindarose Bane. Mrs. Sindarose Bane-Birk. The mother of my children. Can we find her, Kat...huh huh? Can we?"

Alex smiled with all the charm of a long forgotten fermented lemon. "Alex...I swear sumdays I jist wanna throw y'oot an airlock. Assides, yer name ain't Birk. Tis Olin in case y've fergotten."

"*She* doesn't have to know that! Wait...Kat. Somethin comin up on the scanners. Port side." All kidding aside, Alex was one of two of the best comm officers she had ever worked with. "Omega Class Destroyer...no call sign, no handle. Quick interior scan only reports one life sign in stasis, but I'll need to do a more detailed search before I can confirm that. Shields are low, there is obvious structure damage, some internal...seems the medbay the lifesigns are coming from is pretty much non-op, no warp ability and it looks like she's got some sorta cloaker. Also non-op. No weapons worth mentioning intact. She's been through the mill, Kat. Want a recon team over there?"

"I'll lead it. Get me Xasha, Boch'la....Gamma y'come too. I'll need a few o'yer sec officers as well. Dunno wha' we're up aginst an' I want all th' fire power w'kin git. Alex, y'try ta raise 'er yet?"

"Excuse me, excuse me. I have wounded here. We need some assistance."

Alex smirked at Kat. "That answer your question?"

"Alex...check on salvage rights on this rig. I wanna claim it ifin w'kin. Otherwise, we'll rescue th' lifeform an' leave 'er."

"A true pirate, Kat. A true pirate." Alex chuckled and turned back to his comm as Kat and Gamma headed for the door.

"Nae a pirate, Alex m'boyo....a true "buisness woman." Her parting shot caused all aboard the bridge to howl with laughter. Even Gamma, a droid in every nature, managed something that sounded close to a laugh. 