I made out individual ships, Heron class carriers, Brawler gunships, Hammerhead class destroyers, and most worryingly, a Conquest class battlecruiser with Sindrian markings on it, indicating it as a prime Sindrian warship. As they drew closer, it became apparent they were pursuing me. The Sindrian government was openly hostile towards the Hegemony, and maybe I could hope for shelter in Sindrian space, provided I followed their laws.Īs I begun to pull away from Sindria, my fleet freshly repaired and supplies restocked, I noticed a large sensor contact. Neither are fond of me, but if the worst came to happen, I didn't like my odds against the fast, sleek, modern warships of a Tri-Tachyon hunter fleet coming to collect the bounty on my head. I could try to make a supply run in Tri-Tachyon space, or in Sindrian space. I'd been hiding out in the outer reaches of space for months, but supplies were running low, and I had no choice but to return to civilized space and risk running into the Hegemony's lackies or watch my fleet deteriorate before my eyes as supplies run dry, stranded in some godforsaken frontier system without enough fuel to make it home. The price on my head was into the millions of credits, enough for every perspective bounty hunter this side of Jangala to have a crack at me.
It all started when I got caught smuggling a shipment of weaponry and narcotics to the Luddic Panthers. I'd been on the run from the law for months now.
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