The planetary orbit station, or P.O.ST, locally called "The Heights" ironically was mostly inhabited by people who gave a bad name to the word 'scum'. They would scavenge, pillage, and reap any seed that someone else had sewn. This was an attitude that would end up being their ruin, when a small spherical ship that no security tower could identify flew in to land , the dockmasters readings showed immense levels of electric power, however this was played off as a glitch, as no self respecting captain still used plain electrical power, not for decades. However apparently this captain did, if he could be called a captain, as he was only flying what appeared to be a harmless pod.
While it was indeed an escape pod from Captain Pierce's ship the 'Daemon', only a fool would assume it was harmless. Adam Pierce was fresh out of one of the largest battles of the milky way, Ten thousand ships a piece, between the United Colonial Army and the Sovereign Federation. thousands of lights slpit open the sky. pinpoints of light erupted from the ends of hundreds of cannons at once. Streams of pure energy ripped metal, carbon, and human flesh apart. That was three weeks ago, in Adam's mind at least.
He walked along the docks, a bloodied man was nothing new to the citizens of The Heights, however it wasnt often that one walked with a straight spine, and a strong step.
"Good day, sir, how long'll you be staying." asked a surprisingly clean man holding an info-screen.
"I'm only here to refuel, there's a war on son, and I cant be away for long", Replied Pierce. This got him a puzzled look from the man, who was used to customers who made a less then average amount of sense.
"Very well sir, then you'll have half'a day, that'll be four hundred large ones too, and if you aren't out when the timers up, we take your ship", the man said this in a way that made it sound more like a definite future, then something open to negotiation.
"Alright, I'll let you do the fueling, and I'll be back in an hour, that ship is the only one here that will be recognised by UCA sensors, so you make sure it stays there", Said Pierce, as a side note. Once again the Dockmaster gave him a strange look, but money was money. Pierce continued along until the dock ended, and infront of him was a range of stalls and shops. Bustling with locals and travellers alike. Captain Pierce gathered strange looks in the same way that a tiger would in a penguin exhibit. He ground against the natural atmosphere, which was one of dissidence and chaos. This didn't impede him in buying a supply of dried rations, different to ones he had seen before, but when scanned it appeared that the difference was only in the packaging. He returned to the dock, there was very little different, except for a small plot of space where his escape pod was moored, and where the Dockmaster had been. A short, and neatly dressed man seemingly materialized infront of him, his balding head was set atop an expression of beady eyed suspicion "Where did you get that ship?" he asked impatiently.
"It's mine currently, until I get back to the Daemon anyway"
"That's a lie, was it your fathers, your grandfathers, c'mon mister...Pierce, where did you get this uniform, your clearly weren't in the UCA".
Captain Pierce froze, this was insane, apparently the man in front of him had no idea that there was a war on, and he didn't have time for this.
"Look, I will ask this once, where is my ship? I don't care if its just a pod, it's currently mine, now where?".
There was a thump, and the captain was unconscious before he hit the ground.
The balding man nodded to his accomplices and said, "Take him to the room, and tie him down, the man is clearly mad, however he is a mad man in posession of the most powerful ship i have ever seen, keep it quiet".
