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[RAW]Renegade Ravager 3 Sneak Peak -- Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
Despite Iuno’s offer, my schedule was packed. We were set to scuttle the Esprit de Liberté before the end of the day, sinking it in Albrecht System’s star.
Primary Quests
Scuttle the Esprit de Liberté
Build the Lien’s Lumineux’s Autonomous Combat Fleet
Discover the Fate of the Tigre Calme Deux 39th Exploratory Force
Return to Earth
Find and Kill the Betrayters of the Star Ravagers, Colonel Grant and Admiral Johanna
Aggy imagined the crew would feel relief when the cursed ship was gone. The other two vessels we’d confiscated, the black ops ships, had already been fed to the Prométhée. They had been consigned as raw materials for the fleet we’d need to take our fight to Principe Divin and the corrupt Saints.
The Esprit de Liberté had been left intact. Xarl and Elsepth had tried to strip it for salvage, but accidents and unexplained incidents had marred their efforts. Even stranger, the drones and automatons they had sent had failed as well, suffering malfunctions that even Aggy could not explain.
Even the memory modules we had recovered from the ship, the fragment pieces of Aggy’s memory, were corrupt and unreadable. The AI had tried to access the data on the crystalline sheets, but all she had recovered from them was garbage data. She had ended up quarantining them on a separate part of her system as she tried to recover the memories they contained.
Republic trained sailors were not the superstitious sort, but rumors about Saint Charlotte’s vessel soon began to circulate amongst the crew.
Declaring that I would destroy the ship, I personally lead the crew responsible for documenting the departed saint’s depravity. We’d need records in order to turn more people to the truth.
I wasn’t one to believe in the supernatural. Even when I had been onboard the Outrider station and plagued by the voices of my dead battle brothers and sisters, I knew they weren’t real.
But I swore that ship was haunted. Things moved in the shadows, and my HUD kept fritzing out, detecting things that weren’t there.
Stepping out of the gym, I reached out on the comms. “Xarl, are you just about done with your last sweep?”
“Almost,” he answered a minute later, the connection full of static. “I’ll feel a lot better when this goddess cursed wreck is put to the torch.”
Xarl had become the Liens Lumineux’s quartermaster, and he took his duty very seriously.
I double-checked my chronometer. “You’ve got two hours, then we’re kicking that thing into the sun, even if you’re still onboard.”
“Roger,” he answered tersely, cutting the connection.
With the time remaining I wanted to inspect our work onboard the Prométhée. I began walking toward the nearest tram station. As I did, a shadow began to crawl along the ceiling, following me.
I glanced over my shoulder. “Balan, you can just walk with me.”
The cyborg detached from the ceiling and lightly landed on the deck. Her four mechanical limbs folding along her back.
“How did you know I was there?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Your stealth systems are top of the line, probably better than anything in the Republic or Hegemony, I couldn’t even pick you out with my augments. But you follow me everywhere. I'd be more surprised if you weren’t there.”
Last Wasp wheezed again, but she said nothing.
Balan had decided to be my bodyguard, my near constant shadow. If I didn’t understand the reasoning behind it, I would have felt insulted. Instead, I had just come to accept it was her way of coping with the trauma she had endured.
She had never spoken word of her past, but we knew she had spent years as a slave gladiator under the Diaspora Circus. They had usurped her will and completely remodeled her body, transforming her into a hulking, mechanical killing machine. When we had freed Iuno and the others from the arena, the gladiator had joined us.
Aggy had worked miracles, restoring what she could of Balan’s form, but even then over eighty percent of Last Wasp’s body was mechanical. I could see the servos whirling and artificial muscle fibers stretching along her arms and legs. Her eyes were artificial; they glowed like chips of arctic ice under the fringe of her short, black hair.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she finally said, her voice hoarse through the respirator she was forced to wear.
Protecting me, keeping me safe, was her way of asserting control over her life.
That, I could understand. My own life had been ripped away from me, my legion annihilated by cruel, uncaring politics. Unconsciously, my fingers drifted along my arm, tracing the acid scars that ran under the sleeves of my skinsuit.
“We’re going to the Prométhée,” I informed my unwarranted bodyguard. “I think Victor’s been holed up over there, so we can check in with him as well.”
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The Prométhée was a technological marvel, a massive, mobile shipyard large enough to accommodate the Liens Lumineux and her sister ships, the Monolith-class vessels constructed by the UTG.
Stepping out of the airlock lobby, I took a moment to inspect the UTG logos etched in the ship’s bulkheads. It depicted ancient Vieille Terre, Earth. The planet was surrounded by a laurel crown with the words United Terran Government stamped beneath the image.
Aggy had once been a senior officer in the UTG, back when they had ruled Vieille Terre – Earth. Witnessing the collapse of humanity’s homeword, she had stolen the Liens Lumineux, the Prométhée, and as many other ships as she could find, and set out amongst the stars. Using experimental shredder drives, which allowed warp travel via sub-reality, she had led our exodus into the wider Milky Way.
She had declared herself empress of the Imperial Republic. She hadn’t wanted the role and the power, but she saw no one else capable of shouldering such crushing responsibility.
Arriving in Alpha Centauri, the next closest star system, she had founded Principe Divin, our new home. Aggy had set about building a nation based on her ideals of Logic, Justice, and Reason.
Until she was betrayed and murdered.
Her closest advisors, the Saints, had taken up ruling in her stead. For nearly two-thousand years they had guided humanity. As old members died, new ones were chosen from the best of the best our species had to offer. Each wore the porcelain death mask of their predecessor, to maintain an undying line of nobility and dedication to the Martyred Goddess.
It was all bullshit.
Boarding the shipyard’s tram, we rode toward the bridge. As we passed the massive reactor cores, I couldn’t help but remember the spider-monster we had fought. Apparently Aggy had sealed the horror inside before her mortal death. The creature, wearing a fractured Robespierre mask, had nearly destroyed the Prométhée in its quest to slay the former-empress.
What were the Saints? Were they truly monsters beneath their masks, like Charlotte had been? What was their connection to the Outrider?
Balan and I arrived outside the bridge. I could see dozens of robotic drones, their cargo haulers filled with books, sitting by the hatch.
“Victor must have done another delve along the main deck,” I muttered.
Entering the shipyard’s bridge, I saw the space was practically claustrophobic, stuffed to the brim with books, tech manuals, and data slates.
Ensconced comfortably in the middle of the room was Victor. My battle brother was a meek looking man, even with all the scars that ran across his exposed skin. He lonuged in the captain’s chair, reading some long-lost book.
“Brother?” I called.
He looked up, then nodded. “Brother James. What brings you by. Is Iuno determined to interrupt my reading time with another sparring match?”
Balan took up position by the hatch. I guessed that she had been a Republic soldier in her past life; I wondered if she had been assigned bodyguard duty to some high-ranking official.
“Iuno is running Elspeth through drills, but don’t be surprised if she shows up at some point to drag you away from your little den,” I replied.
He shrugged. “She can try.”
Despite his placid demeanor, I had witnessed firsthand Victor’s overwhelming resolve and strength. When we had rescued him from the Circus he had been half-dead, beaten into an centimeter of his life after fighting and murdering several of his captors. Even in his crippled state, he had killed dozens more during our escape.
Stepping around his seat, I tapped on the command console and checked the status of our automaton fleet.
The Prométhée had already begun stripping the Albrecht System of resources, mining the rocky planets and salvaging any stations or platforms left behind by the previous owners. The materials were being used to construct an armada of ships designed by Aggy and Elspeth.
Already several hundred of the small, autonomous combat vessels, little more than gun batteries and missile launchers trapped to engines, flew around the system as perimeter guards.
We were still constructing the larger vessels, which would act as our forward strike forces. The Liens Lumineux’s starfight bays had already been modified to launch a fleet of autonomous strike vessels instead. When we went into battle, we’d have superior numbers and technology on our side.
That wasn’t even counting the Yord bioships and warforms we’d have, thanks to Josefine’s efforts.
But even with all of that, I wasn’t sure it would be enough to defeat the Republic and break through the defenses around Principe Divin.
“James, you know you could have checked our progress via your cybernetics, you didn’t need to come all the way here and disrupt my reading,” Victor said pointedly.
I drummed my fingers against the console.
He shook his head. “I never took you for a worrier, but I knew out of the duo, Gregor was always the joker to your straight-man.”
“That he was,” I agreed.
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Balan and I made it back onboard the Liens Lumineux just in time to watch the Esprit de Liberté be hurled into the star.
“Imperial Champion on the bridge!” the officer on watch declared.
Aggy, standing by the main engineering station with Elsepth, chuckled at my discomfort. I had little interest in titles, but Aggy had insisted upon naming me as her champion. She had made it clear to the crew that she was no longer an empress, no longer a ruler. I was the instrument of our collective quest, joining my need for vengeance with her desire to right the wrongs in the Republic.
“Horde Master Josefine,” the officer announced a moment later.
Josefine had Zoto clutched in her arms as she joined us. “Did we miss the big show?”
“Just in time,” Aggy said.
Captain Shannon Fernandez, the leader of the Republic sailors we had rescued from the Diaspora Circus, was the nominal commander of the Liens Lumineux. She was a serious, shrewd woman who ran a tight ship. But she deferred to Lady Agrippa in most matters. I only interjected my own commands when I felt necessary.
The captain was standing by the executive office station, leaving the captain’s chair to the former-empress.
“Captain,” I nodded. “How’s it going with our latest recruits?”
The sailors from the two black ops ships who had chosen to join us nearly doubled our crew count.
Fernandez grimaced. “Champion, we have them assigned to menial duty for the time being, supervised by my junior officers. They seem loyal, but we’re keeping a close eye on them. Only once they prove their devotion to Lady Agrippa – and yourself – will they be allowed more important duties.”
The sailors worshiped the decking Aggy walked on. They had grown up only knowing her as the Martyred Goddess, not the mortal woman and naval officer she had been before her death. They still seemed puzzled by my relationship with her, but they were wise enough to understand I stood above all of them in the pecking order by dint of my position as Imperial Champion.
If nothing else, Iuno thought it was hilarious, a legionnaire bossing around a bunch of sailors.
“Quartermaster Xarl is back on board?” I asked.
The captain nodded. “All crew have been evacuated, and Chief Engineer Hayes has confirmed the external engines are primed and ready.”
I turned to Elspeth, who gave me a thumbs up.
“Let’s torch that bitch,” she said.
“Commence,” I ordered.
The bridge’s main view screen zoomed in on the Esprit de Liberté, which had been towed into position by one of Aggy’s autonomous ships. Despite the fact that its running lights had been extinguished, the haunted vessel stood out starkly against the interstellar gloom.
Engines, strapped roughly to the hull, ignited. We all watched in silence as the doomed ship plummeted toward the Albrecht System’s single star, a dim white dwarf.
Queuing up the Espirit’s external cameras through my cybernetics, I watched as the ship’s armored prow began to blacken, scorched by the stellar winds coming off the star. Eventually the white light became so blinding that I was forced to kill the feed.
A few minutes later, a notification appeared on the bridge’s display, confirming the haunted ship had been utterly incinerated.
Several of the sailors manning the ship sighed in relief. Captain Fernandez ran a hand through her hair.
“Esprit de Liberté, confirmed destroyed,” she said.
“Well done,” Aggy replied.
Zoto barked in agreement.
Quest Complete! – Scuttle the Esprit de Liberté
The communication’s officer bent over his console. “Champion Browning, I have a priority encrypted message from you from Harmony Prime.”
“Shit, what does Ramon want now?” Aggy growled.
“Let’s find out,” I answered, before turning to the officer. “Route the message to Lady Agrippa’s AI core, we’ll take it there.”
