Mission: Burning Bridges
Location: Galatea, Lyran Alliance
Optional Bonuses: Strong Gale (+1,000 WP), Waste Heat (+400 WP)
Outcome: Total Victory
Payment: 192,000,000 C-bills
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AFTERMATHIt was pure hell.
The Dancers still aren't sure how they survived that swirling bloodbath; all that matters is that they got off that hellhole. Last they'd heard from their agent before he got “arrested” was that the Word had started rounding up all the MRBC Commissioners and was holding them prisoner in the main building complex. So far, no executions…so the Word’s got something up their sleeves.
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SEEDS OF CHAOS[CargoMaster Three]: “Dax, you read that? Galatean Control’s got good news, man! Un-malfing-believable!”
[Ordinance Four]: “Sorry, Jaz, missed it. Damned track is giving me fits again...”
[CM Three]: “See them Droppers? Those’re the Highlanders!”
[O Four]: “No shit? Jerry, you catching this?”
[LoadMaster Twenty]: “Yeah, just caught it from the supervisor. Man, are they a welcome sight. Those ships are a vision indeed! Maybe now, we can stick it back to those Wordies!”
[O Four]: “Wonder how they got away?”
[CM Three]: “Heard that ex-Cappie Jaffray’s been out pulling a battalion together…”
[LM Twenty]: “Really? I—Hey, why’re they splitting off ? Control’s got pits four through ten set for them…”
[Port Supervisor]: “Charlie, find out what the hell…”
[O Four]: “Hey, guys? Ummm, why are their cargo doors opening? What the hell are they—?”
[LM Twenty]: “
Heilige Scheisse! They’re hot-dropping! Wha—?”
[Port Supervisor]: “All ground crews, clear channels! We’ve got ‘Mechs coming down on—!”
[CM Three]: “Christonacrutch—
Those aren’t Highlander—!”
[Explosions][O Four]: “
JAZ! Blessed Virgin, they’re WORD O—!”
[Port Supervisor]: “All spaceport personnel, we are under atta—!”
[Fighter engines roar by, punctuated by more explosions.][LM Twenty]: “Ain’t no WAY they’re taking us down! Loadies! Get to the hangars! Get to the God da—!”
[O Four]: [Whispering] “OhmygodIvegotaKingCrabcharg—!”
[Squeal, static][Port Supervisor]: “Whoever’s listening, notify the city…the Word ha—”
—Transcript of Galaport comm traffic, 6 October 3072