05/20/3065 09:17 Location – Camp Rensiever, Joppa, Magistracy of Canopus
The Monarch drop-ship MDC Jasmine Peril arced out of the sky with a sonic boom waking everyone in Camp Rensiever. It landed on the long runway and taxied out of position as the Buccaneer drop-ship MFT Hurry Home followed in its wake.
A group of Coalition refugees were organized into work crews nearby waiting with a pair of idling Detroit Workhorses and four PPL Bulldog trucks. Once the area around the dropship cooled and the crews opened the cargo bays the group moved across the tarmac to meet a squad of armed Colonial Marshals at the doors. The trucks backed into the cargo bay and the work crew started unloading cargo. They returned shortly and loaded several blue and white MDC containers into the space created.
Anwar and sixty odd Aurigonians followed the work crews. The Colonial Marshals processed them all and sent them to the steward for their accommodations.
Wow they can fit a lot of stuff on this dropship, four Word of Blake Inquisitor SecurityMechs, two MDC Powerman Fifteens, a whole lance of Colonial Marshal Battlemechs and six Gendearme Longsword tanks. and all these shipping containers are probably just as full as the ones we packed yesterday.
Yeah that’s a lot of firepower, why do you think they have it all on this Monarch though aren’t these vessels just passenger transport. Whats going on?
I’m sure we will get an answer eventually
The Aurigonians along with the Marshals walked through the cargo bay toward one of the smaller ramps that led into the lower deck passenger area. The group was seated in one of the smaller galleys and one of ship’s stewards addressed them.
Alright everyone this is not exactly a pleasure cruise but it should be a nicer trip than the one that brought you here. Unfortunately for us the Magistracy has been overbooking transits from the Coalition so we’ve had to reduce actual crew count to fit the additional passengers. As such I am short about a dozen people. You will be paid, its mostly low level grunt work but there is chance to get something on the upper deck if the purser likes you.
05/22/3065 Location – MDC Jasmine Peril, Interstellar Space, Joppa
Word of Blake Adepts Amethyst and Argent walked through the corridors of the Jasmine Peril, both were chatting about current events lost in their own personal world as they maneuvered through the crowded hallways. They reached one of the inter-deck stairways and saw a Colonial Marshal standing guard near it.
Her Brown and Green uniform was crisp but well worn, a common state of the passengers aboard this ship. It showed in the Ash Gray Militia uniform fatigues of Argent, the subdued Off White jumpsuit of Amethyst, the Dark Blue of the Magistracy Gendearme, the Light Blue of the MDC, and even the Black and Turquoise jumpsuits of the ship’s crew.
Marshal why are you standing guard?
Maam, I’ve got orders from the Captain he wants all entryways secure and critical systems under guard for duration of the trip.
Marshal Albright we have been underway for weeks since Coromdir and it hasn’t been a problem during that time.
Adepts Deepwater those are my orders, I’m not stopping you from transiting the decks if you desire. Just keeping watch for any trouble.
The Coalition Refugees?
Any trouble Adepts
The Blakists continued their walk through the corridors, Amethyst stopped when she started seeing more Marshals, The mere fact that the Captain put the refugees under guard disgusted her. She went to one of the smaller galleys on the floor and started talking to the people there. The refugees were well taken care of. A bit neglected by the crew but most of them had been in the system for nearly a year since the Crisis on Mechdur went critical. Many were happy to be on their way but anxious about the future in an unfamiliar land.
Don’t worry friends, the Magistracy may have abandoned the Coalition but the Word of Blake is ironclad in its commitment to make things right