Myrloeg's Exile

Posted on Sun Mar 1st, 2020 @ 4:50am by Captain Daniel "Karass" McKnight
Edited on on Sun Mar 1st, 2020 @ 4:51am

Mission: Mission 33: Losing the Peace
Location: Planet Surface - Tarod IX
Timeline: 1830Hrs - June 10th, 2391

Music Soundtrack: World of Warcraft - Warlords of Draenor - Track 3: Times Change

Myrloeg took another sip of his mead. It wasn't the quality he was used to but it would do. He had just finished a plate of roasted bovine meat and bread in some sort of gravy. Again the quality left something to be desired but it was better than replicated ship food.

He looked around to see his four subordinates. They were at the bar drinking the tavern's low grade beer. They had been part of his crew for almost five years. They were completely raw when they first came aboard and now they were considered skilled crewmen.

Their ship, Carreg's Pride, was a trader. They had traveled from the Gamma Quadrant in search of goods. On Tarod IX they had found something exotic, pine nuts. They were very common on this planet. The native merchant was shocked when he learned the price they offered for the pine nuts. To him they paid ten times to high the price. To the crew of the Carreg's Pride the cargo hold of pine nuts was worth a fortune back in the Tylwyth League.

Crwl, an young crewman in engineering came up to him. "Sir, I am going to try and bed one of the natives. You would not leave with out me?" he asked.

"No Crwl." Myrloeg replied. "The ion storm has put us planetside for a few days. Enjoy yourself." he told the young crewman. With a smile, Crwl left.

Myrloeg knew that when the trader returned the younger crew would find assignments with proper warrior society vessels. He wasn't to sure about his future. He had made powerful enemies. His purgatory started around twelve years ago. He was the Chief Gunnery Officer aboard the Fire Tooth.

The Fire Tooth was a cruiser that was part of the Fire Hound warrior society. It was tasked with finding and destroying the frigate, Tears of Nos. The frigate had mutinied and fled. All of her crew where convicted of treason and sentenced to death.

The Fire Tooth caught up with the Tears of Nos. It was no real fight as the frigate was totally outclassed by the cruiser. The Tears of Nos attempted to surrender but the plea was ignored. An escape shuttle from the Tears of Nos evaded the inferno of weapons fire.

Myrloeg was ordered to destroy the shuttle. He refused and the shuttle made it to a nearby world. The Fire Tooth sent several search parties to the planet. They found the crashed shuttle but could not find any survivors.

Gwrteg, the Grand Master of the Fire Hounds, took Myrloeg's insubordination as a personal sleight. He had the Chief Gunner arrested. Myrloeg had to serve on a long trader for several years to redeem himself. His efforts have not yet pleased Gwrteg.

Now, he has traveled across the galaxy in search of new goods. Hopefully this trade mission will be his last one he thought as he looked at the empty tankard of mead.

"First Officer!" another crewman named Lwngyl tried to get Myrloeg's attention.

"Yes, what is it Lwngyl?" he asked as he stood up to get another tankard.

There is a Tylwyth female here, in this tavern!" Lwngyl excitedly told Myrloeg. The young man pointed to a purple skinned woman across the bar dinning with a partner.

Myrloeg stood there, stunned. There she was, Oriana, the executive officer of the Tears of Nos. He knew her face. The pain she caused Myrloeg haunted him. The Fire Tooth has scoured the planet for her and could not find her. Now, across the galaxy in a foreign world twelve hard years later there she was only a few yards away smiling.

The anger burned inside Myrloeg as he watched her casually eat food and drink. "Lwngyl, round up the lads." He ordered the young man. "We need to take the head of a mutineer."

Across the Tavern, Oriana enjoyed grilled onions and pork. She took another drink of ale. She was stuck on Tarod IX due to the ion storm. Her combadge didn't work so she made the most of her time.

Nearby was Commander Daniel McKnight, he was otherwise known as 'Karass', it was the same for his brother, one Stephen McKnight who went by 'Orthos'

He regarded the fellow officer nearby as he was busy enjoying a pulled pork burger and a rather ample helping of french fries, for a side he had a large container of gravy, the source of it was made from chicken so it had a lighter then average flavour, he dipped a french fry as he cast an idle glance around the room when he quickly spotted the brewing trouble from nearby.

Karass slowly ate the french fry which he had soaked in the gravy. 'Please... make my night complete..' he thought to himself, he then opened his mouth before taking an ample bite of the burger. "Seems like such a shame... I hate wasting food." he muttered as he watched the small group of natives who seemed to gather around the one man who looked like he was staring at Oriana.

Myrloeg took careful notice that neither he nor his crew was spotted by Oriana as they left the tavern. Without notice, the five skulked off.

Karass however had indeed noticed the group but he said nothing while he enjoyed his food.