The Getaway

Manufacturing A Clean Getaway:

He'd been meeting with the engineers from the Plunder and their shipyard regularly, but when he had a spare moment, whether in a group, or on an individual basis, Adamn tracks everyone down and gets straight into it: Okay, so you know about the videos and now I have this plan that might require a bit of faith to pull off but, hehe, hear me out…

We’re going to leave Zeta Prime, with most if not everyone thinking we saved everyone and with everyone thinking we’re dead. That’s right, we’re going to fake our own deaths before we split this system…or at least seriously imply that we’re dead. We’ll need to convince Mad Murdoch to go along with the fake out and its crazy enough that he might like the idea or at least agree to it because it’s funny. No one will know we have a new ship, so let’s fuck with them all…

Just before we spike out of here, we send the Odessey on its last voyage…straight towards the star, Zeta Prime, but running silent or as silent as it can on autopilot. When it’s 8 light minutes from the star it comes out of hibernation mode and starts broadcasting the videos we’ve recorded about the Veridian government and their atrocities. By then it’s been running dark and on low power for a little less than two months…rumors of pirates escaping the system and spike drives will have started spreading. The new revelation will throw the assholes into utter chaos.

It will also allow us all to leave behind messages. Besides broadcasting the videos, it can send messages, encrypted and otherwise for any of you who want to leave messages for loved ones, friends, family or even hated enemies.

We’ll leave a video where we say we’re stuck on the ship, the shots the Veridian Navy got in knocked some shit out and we’ve been careening towards the star after slinging around a couple planets and can’t escape our fate. We’re colossally fucked as we’ve been accused of attempting to destroy an entire planet by facists who would try to kill us for knowing about the evil shit they are doing even without this lumineric shitstorm that we know nothing about.

Defensive Tactics – Scorched Earth

Leaving a counter narrative behind will remove motivation to pursue us and for those of us who care about reputation, honor and things of that sort, perhaps repair reputation lost. We can assume that the pirates are infiltrated, and the spike drive technology will spread throughout the system within at most a few years…and that the powers that be won’t forget us that quickly.

So, leaving a scorched earth of reputation and expectations is our best option...maybe our only one. Veridian is the main group we  need to worry about…if needed, hopefully, we can fix any issue with Starlight Haven if we can get to them without the Frogs intervening.  

We’ll send the Odessey into Zeta Prime on autopilot at a good speed, but otherwise running silent. 8 light minutes or 1 AU from the star, the Odessey will begin broadcasting videos and sending private messages. At one tenth lightspeed, in roughly 9 hours, it will stop broadcasting as its proximity to the star will have caused its effective destruction…with the crew still on board, refusing to surrender to the Veridian authorities…officially.

The Last Video

From the bridge of the Odessey with the team all there. It’s super bright, alarms are going off, we are all acting stoic but look scared. Many of us look injured. There are no bots present, just the core team. We all say that we love all of the Zeta Prime system and that for those we didn’t have time to reach out to before we leave this infernal system we’re sorry, we wish we could have done more. The video gets pixelated and loses any semblance of a picture…eventually fading to static. The last of the  videos and files are transmitted.

The Mechanics of the Mission

In addition to the above, there will be a few cube satellites that the team will drop behind in empty space as we travel in the Zeta Prime system but prior to spiking out. (Perhaps as we test out the new ship)

They will have three directives.

  1. Rebroadcast direct beam transmission from Odessey. Proceed to directive 2.
    1. If no direct beam transmission received by time xxx, then proceed to directive 2.
  2. Broadcast File A (Each cube satellite corresponds to a video or message. Total satellites = videos + personal messages)
    1. Broadcast 7X, then proceed to directive 3.
  3. Self-Destruct.

Needed from the Team:

  • Convince Mad Murdoch that this is a fun plan…sow chaos that we won’t get to seem bloom plus fuck over the advocates of "Order"
    • I don’t know that he expects the Odessey as a trade in but for now, I’m assuming we technically we will soon have two ships.
  • Any messages anyone wants to leave behind for specific people or group. 
    • No censoring or reviewing on this. If anyone wants to send a private message, that’s fine. None of these will broadcast while we are still in the system. They will broadcast roughly 2 months after we leave.
  • Procure some cube satellites.
  • Guidance? We might need to have Cam pilot the Odessey to a certain point and then teleport off of it and back to our new ship once the Odessey is on the correct vector.

<If you'd like to add a story about convincing Mad Murdoch that this is a good idea or whatever, please add it in the comments. Part of the idea here is just wrapping up stuff so we can progress to whatever is next.>

<<If you want to share or post a message that you’re leaving for someone, please do it in the comments. Adamn will not be reviewing or censoring messages. As far as he’s concerned, it’s not his business and we’ll all be long gong by the time anyone gets any of these.>>

<<<Lastly, on a whimsical note, I sort of decided that if we can't "sacrifice" the Odessey, then the cubesats will still work and also that the slang derogatory term for people from Veridian was "Frogs"...maybe I'm mad at the french?>>>

Comments

    • DrCrawdad

      This is how I'd see it play out If Striker attempted to convince MM. If you like part of the story feel free to add or remove any part. I like the idea of having a collaborative story that everyone who wants to can add or subtract from! <edited>

      Within the cold, metallic confines of the starship facility, Striker laid out the plan to Mad Murdoch. However, the reception he received was not the one he expected.

      "Scrap the Odyssey? Are you out of your damn mind, Striker?" Murdoch's voice was a blend of incredulity and anger, his stance imposing as he towered over the planning module. "There's too much value in that ship to just send it into the star. It's a waste, a damn folly!"

      Striker, unflinching, met Murdoch's gaze with equal intensity. "It's not about the ship, Murdoch. It's about sending a message, creating a legacy that will haunt the Veridians for generations. We have the chance to leave as legends, as phantoms that sparked a revolution."

      Murdoch slammed his fist against the metal table, causing tools and charts to jump. "I'm a pirate, not a bloody martyr, Striker! My legacy lives in tangible wealth, not in whispered ghost stories. We scrap the ship, we sell off the parts, we recycle them into the new ship. That's the plan I'll back."

      The air between them crackled with tension, the disagreement escalating to a heated standoff. It was then that Murdoch's gaze landed on Striker's neck, where tattoos of chaos spirals were etched into the skin, symbols that resonated with the very core of Murdoch's anarchic soul.

      A slow, understanding smile crept across Murdoch's face. "Chaos, huh? That's what you're peddling, Striker?" He leaned in, his demeanor shifting from antagonistic to conspiratorial. "Alright, you have my attention, but if we're doing this, it's going to be on my terms. We'll sow chaos, but we'll do it the Murdoch way."

      Striker, sensing the shift, nodded. "I'm listening."

      Murdoch paced, his mind racing with possibilities. "We don't have to scrap the Odyssey entirely, Striker. What if we rig it to appear destroyed, but in reality, we scatter a few of its components across the system? We'll set up a network of rigged satellites to broadcast a fake destruction event, making it seem like the ship was lost in a catastrophic accident. Meanwhile, we'll salvage what we can and sell off the rest in pieces. It'll be chaos, but controlled chaos, and it'll make the Veridians question everything they thought they knew."

      Striker's eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect. "That's brilliant, Murdoch. It's a plan that combines both our objectives—creating chaos while still salvaging valuable assets. We'll make them think they've seen the last of the Odyssey, but little do they know..."

      With a firm handshake, they sealed their agreement. "It's settled then," Murdoch declared. "We'll fake the Odyssey's destruction, scatter its remnants, and let chaos reign."

      Striker grinned, feeling a rush of anticipation for the chaos they were about to unleash upon the unsuspecting Veridians. "Get ready, Murdoch. The storm is coming, and we're the ones steering it."