Tales From Tewanta

LCU: Split Infinitive docked at Wilson Port, Tewanta - 3305-07-17 08:19, Galactic Standard Time Kayleigh sat in the first class cabin in CMDR Tomasson's ship, LCU: Split Infinitive and double reviewed the plan that she, Frank, Hiroko & Arild had just devised. She and Frank had decided that they were going to dispose of the body that the had found in the FSD maintenance tube. They hadn't been in to the tube yet, but the system sensors indicated that the tube was contaminated with polonium 210 micro-particles and that the intruder had disabled the alarm subsystems before closing the door behind them. Looking at the system log messages, the intruder was up to no good. They were in the process of reconfiguring the FSD. She doubted that the intruder had CMDR Tomasson's best interests at heart. They were possibly an agent of The Order, so it was best that The Order didn't know what happened to them. The O...

Wilson Port, Tewanta - 3305-07-18 18:15, Galactic Standard Time Captain Fredericks stepped up to the podium in the Official Tewanta Order pilots briefing room and surveyed the assembled pilots. There were about thirty pilots in attendence, including a spec ops wing. "Our objective for these engagements is simple: we need to cause as much damage to The Buurian Protectorate fleet as possible. They are numerically inferior to us and are stretched to field forces to each conflict zone. Taking out their large ships should be a priority: these will be difficult to replace." She put up a slide with a picture of two Anacondas. "These are the Dauntless and the Liberator. Intelligence believe they will be present in the next engagement. Destroying these will deal a mojor blow to the enemy. There is also likely to be one or more independent pilots supporting them. Destroying these will also be a major blow to the...

Wilson Port, Tewanta - 3305-07-17 01:12, Galactic Standard Time Michael Krenshaw III sat in the dark in a storage room near the outfitting deck, looking at his hand terminal. It was showing live surveillance feeds of the corridor outside. He had been there for nearly an hour waiting for the last two workers on the outfitting deck to leave and finally they were doing so. He watched the two women walk down the corridor and turn the corner. The clunking of their mag boots was audible through the door as they passed. Michael waited a few minutes and then unfolded his tall athletic frame from his hiding place in the storage room. He picked up his small backpack and checked the feed again to make sure the corridor was clear. He then triggered a routine on his terminal that stopped the cameras recording and sent footage of an empty corridor to the central storage server to fill in the dead time. Only when monitoring routines in the statio...

Wilson Port, Tewanta - 3305-07-17 07:17 AM, Galactic Standard Time Commander Austin Graves sat down at his console in the Official Tewanta Order war room in Wilson port. He had had four hours cot time and was feeling, if not refreshed, then functional. He quickly reviewed the events of the night. Firstly, the good news. Central Command had taken on the task of directing strategy. They had taken his report on board and gone for a full mobilization. Lucrative wetwork, black ops, & combat missions were funded. Authorization for the use of performance enhancers and combat stims was granted. However, that's where the good news ended. There were a number of setbacks. The least of the problems was that his distraction plan had utterly failed. He had hired some privateers to attack Black Wildwood Ranch. He had hoped that this distraction would divide the Buurian Protectorate forces for the initial attacks. However, due to...

Wilson Port, Tewanta - 3305-07-13 08:17 AM, Galactic Standard Time Francis Bonetti, the deck chief of the Wilson Port outfitting deck shouted across the workshop to his chief engineer. "Hey! Kayleigh! Could ya come over here for a minute? We need to figure out today's work schedule and assignments." "Sure thing, Frank.", she shouted back, and started walking over to the screened off niche that served as Frank's office & work area. Frank watched her walk over. He had worked with her for nearly ten years and knew her well enough to know that she was tired. They all were. Ever since the new faction, The Buurian Protectorate, arrived in the system, the outfitting deck had been very busy. They'd recently had to increase the staff by 50%, to fifteen technicians, and they were still struggling to keep up with the work. All his team were working extra hours, but nobody worked as hard as K...

Wilson Port, Tewanta - 3305-07-13 00:17 AM, Galactic Standard Time George walked home from his job in the docking area of Wilson Port. He'd been working the late shift, was tired, and was looking forward to his food cartridge and perhaps a beer at his apartment. Apartment was probably too grandiose a term for where he lived. Capsule suited it better. It was just short of twenty cubic meters in size, with a small bunk, a toilet/shower area, and a tiny desk and food preparation station. It was situated toward the center of the station where the gravity effect of the stations spin was low. That made it cheap though and he was managing to save a fair portion of his wages. The long term goal was to move to an Alliance colony somewhere: make a fresh start & live a free man. Not that life on Wilson Port was bad. Citizens enjoyed a decent standard of living and crime was low. However, The Order could be a bit stuffy and overly focused on service to the government. New ideas were not ...

Wilson Port, Tewanta - 3305-07-11 07:11 AM, Galactic Standard Time Commander Austin Graves stepped into his office and closed the door with his elbow. He placed a mug of coffee and a synth-meat sandwich on his desk, sat down in his chair, and thumbed on his terminal. He had been tasked by Central Command of Official Tewanta Order to get to the bottom of the recent situation regarding their drop in influence in their home system. He knew the reason already - The Buurian Protectorate - but he wanted to figure out the details, and more importantly, what he could do about it. It was important enough that he didn't want to wait until after breafast. He decided to browse the opposition intel report on The Buurian Protectorate while eating. He skimmed the introduction: a cooperative, mission to protect an endangered ape species, no superpower connections. Nothing he didn't know already from his brief meeting with Progenitor Eisley...