Quote: Roanapur

Bob Schroeck Wrote:Um, Rajvik, not to harsh your creative spirit, but between the minimal paragraphing at the start and the tiny font, that's got a very bad case of Wall-of-Text going on. It is very literally difficult for me to read -- as in, my eyes ache after a few sentences. What I can see looks promising, but I'd rather read it as a single piece rather than as bits between bouts of eye pain.

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Quote:Rajvik wrote:

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Operation: Roanapur


2020


      James stood on the bridge of the Carrier Vessel “Werewolf”
and looked out its large waved Plexiglas window at the partially completed
station that either housed or would be his next mission. Over The Rainbow
Station was in a word, an eyesore, the problem was a combination of population
and location. The original station was supposed to be for industry, thus it was
put in an L-5 orbit to facilitate easy movement of goods and people into and
out of the gravity well of Earth. The problem was the station was never
finished for its original purpose, causing the beginning of the monstrosity.

      Then came another company who wanted to basically turn it into a flying tourist
trap, would have worked possibly if it hadn’t been a huge cover for an
earthbound drug cartel dipping their toes into the Boskone issues of the day. But
after a while the cartel got stupid and took a shot at someone important and
was put down hard, being run out of orbit by the entire collective. This
however left a bit of a problem in that the workers for both companies, the
ones not guilty of crimes that sent many of their bosses for long vacations in
Azkaban Prison, didn’t want to return dirt side.

      From that point Over the
Rainbow became the first, and sometimes only, stop for the poor and practically
destitute that wanted to leave earth for a better life among the fen. Because of
that, it wasn’t long before the station became a free port in the sense of the
golden age of piracy. Smuggling of all stripes passed through there and as long
as it was kept to the semi- and quasi-legal, Operation Great Justice and Space
Patrol didn’t really bother with trying to police the station. Unfortunately
someone had decided that it was a safe way to move a person most wanted by the
legitimate forces of Fenspace.

      Dr. Asmodeus Grey, long wanted for various
crimes against humanity and one of the few persons still on the run from his
time during the Boskone war, had been spotted on the station by one of Great
Justice’s sources. The information was deemed credible as the Doctor apparently
had two catgirls with him and because of that, now less than 24 hours after the
source had informed them, the combined might of Operation Great Justice and
Space Patrol were converging on the station to take him into custody.

       James
hoped that things would go quietly, his unit was still fairly new and while
they were almost all experienced from the Boskone war and hunting down small
cells in the intervening six years this had the ability to be Jusenkyo bad if
the entire station was in on it, or at least the ones in power. Location meant
that they couldn’t just slowly and carefully evacuate the station and blast it,
the doctor was smart enough to hide somewhere that would have air regardless if
they just depressurized it, and starving the bastard out by interdicting all
ships would harm too many civilians. No, someone was going to have to go into
that slapdash hell hole and pry the bastard out of whatever hole he had pulled
in around him, and that was likely to cost lives. It was almost time for FSOG
to earn its magnificent pay and in doing so keep the deaths to a minimum.

      Part of the problem in James’s mind was the Rules of
Engagement, he hated wishy washy liberalist ROE’s. The problem was he also knew
that while a more liberalist ROE would not necessarily keep civilians alive, a
more proactive one was more likely to get someone, probably a civilian, hurt or
killed. With the rule being “Do not fire on until visibly threatened” they took
the chance of losing operatives instead of civilians unless that civilian
stumbled into the cross fire. Adding to that, James had ordered that all personnel
use non-lethal rounds, thus why they were mainly using Ithaca model 1898 pump
shotguns in 12ga. The guns were less likely to jam than a more modern firearm
on the bean bag rounds that FSOG was using and it allowed the unit to use DMSO/gamma
scopolamine capsule rounds to incapacitate if necessary.

      Side arms still loaded
lethal rounds, but if they needed those rounds then things had really fallen in
the crapper and James wouldn’t begrudge each person their personal choice of
sidearm.  The problem of civilians still
existed though and the stations hails to the ships surrounding it had started
to wear on James’s nerves. Finally he watched as the com tech held her hand to
her ear before turning around in her station chair. “Sir, command says the ball
is yours.”

      “Thank you lieutenant, open a general broadcast channel and
stand by.” James waited while the young lady did so, her classic Star Trek clinging
to her form as she moved a few switches before nodding to James.

      “Channel open sir,”
she said calmly.

      “Rainbow Station,” James started. “Operation Great Justice
has arrived to seize one Doctor Asmodeus Grey who was spotted on your station
within the last twenty-four hours. Since his observation there have been three
ships leave your port, each and every one searched and providing no Grey. This
leads us to believe he is still on your station, and we ask that you find him
and his two prisoners and turn them over to us immediately. We currently ask
only for your answer and assistance in this and if you are unable to apprehend
him we have operatives standing by to take him into custody ourselves. If you
do not show your willingness to cooperate, then we will be forced to land a
contingent on your station and take him by force.”

As he spoke, sticking
very closely to a prepared script, several windows had popped up on the various
view screens around the room. On them seemed to be rather irate or serene faces
alternately smiling and glaring at the wolf biomod.
**************************************Currently this is where i sit with this, i'm working on it diligently but its going to be a while in building. Comments and corrections are welcome