Posted by Jerome Davis in A Fox Enters Stage Left

Posted by Civilian Alston ‘Fox’ Mace (Colonial Intelligence Agency Asset) in A Fox Enters Stage Left
Alston sat down in the pilots chair on his small freighter, and flipped a few switches as the panels chirped at him. It wasn’t a lot of ship, but it was his, and the ship had gotten him through quite a few scrapes. But after the last couple of weeks traveling out to Oed V, he was ready to get out and stretch his legs. Breath some fresh air and all, he made a mental note to have the environmental controls looked at soon.

His trip was almost over, with the computer letting him know that they were on final approach to the planet. Grabbing his coffee cup, he took a large drink before setting it up on the console.

=^= Unidentified spacecraft, this is Oed V Space Control. You have entered Oed V controlled space. Identify yourself and state your business. =^=

=^= Control this is the freighter Foxhole. Enroute to Oed V to negotiate a contract. =^= Tapping a few commands, Alston sent a copy of the cover sheet from the proposed contract he had received. It wasn’t much, and had sections redacted from it, but it had the right clearance codes attached indicating it was a government contract.

Normally he wouldn’t have even looked twice at the contract he had been sent. He was out of that game, doing mostly smaller work for the time being. There was still plenty of small colonies and worlds that could use the extra hand every now and then on the far side of the Federation. But even he had heard of the statement read in the Federation Council, and well, the thought of the colony thumbing it’s nose at the Federation tickled him.

There was also the fact that not only had the contract been specifically addressed to him, it had been rushed through his network of contacts to make sure it got in front of him as quickly as possible. Someone at the colony was specifically looking for him. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but it intrigued him enough to make the trip all the way out to Oed V.

=^= Foxhole, you are cleared for landing. I am transmitting landing coordinates now. Welcome to Oed V. =^=

=^= Thank you Control. I’m looking forward to my visit. =^=

Soon. Soon he would find out what was big enough that they felt like they had to drag his butt across the Federation for this job. And he really hoped that he wouldn’t end up over his head on this one.

Alston Mace - Freighter Owner

OOC: Cheers Steve! Almost dead on for ACS Comms! Well done sir!

Condor

OOC: Thanks! I hope I didn’t steal your thunder!
IC:
As the ship settled down onto the landing pad, Alston started to flip switches on the overhead console, powering down certain ship systems, and setting others to standby. The ever present whine of the ship started to wind down, into a barely audible hum, as the ship settled onto the pad.

As he finished off the landing protocols, he could finally look out the front windows of his freighter, out across the spaceport. Of course he had been pushed off to one of the farthest, smaller pads. But that was also the nature of the business. He was essentially a nobody here, and it was nice to have a little anonymity here while he can. Sure there was probably someone curious about the contract cover sheet he had sent over. But a freighter, with a pending contract, it was most likely he was here to negotiate a new trade route or something.

With a flip of the last switch, Alston stood up from the pilot’s seat. He grabbed his coat off the back of the chair and slid it on. For a moment he contemplated if he should arm himself. It took only a moment before he settled on just sliding a short fixed blade knife into a sheath along the back of his belt. Oed V was supposed to be safe enough, and it probably would only bring up to many questions at customs, and from the local law enforcement, if he was walking around carrying anything more.

A quick check that his communicator was in his pocket, and a small PADD with the relevant documents was in his jacket pocket, he headed out into the space port, and on his way to find out more about this contract.

Alston Mace - Freighter Owner?