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Arandor made sure that the mess hall on his ship was top-notch and truly a place where the crew could relax and unwind from hard work. The bartender could offer a variety of drinks and cocktails, and entertainment was available at the game tables or arcade machines. Almost always, lively conversation turned into a chaotic scene that was impossible to control without taking on the role of a strict captain.
When he entered the room, the crew was watching, or rather, listening to one of the many music channels that served as background for their conversations.
"Guys, I'm going to switch to the news channel, is anyone against it?" The crowd grumbled in protest – that's what he expected. He switched the channel, ignoring them.
"...The Ghost Ship – that's the name given by the public to the missing research vessel of Wong Advanced Pharmaceuticals. We remind you that its representatives previously denied unconfirmed rumors that one of their ships was 'lost,' but recently leaked information provides irrefutable facts. Right now, one of the corporation's representatives, Vervolka Carter, is going to comment on the situation.
The podium where the girl stood was surrounded by crowds of journalists and curious citizens. Two soldiers, dressed in nanosuits, stood on either side of her.
"Wong Advanced Pharmaceuticals apologizes for the misinformation provided to the public. Until recently, we were not completely sure of the truth of the information we received, so we could not give a positive answer without grounds. According to our estimates, contact with the ship was lost about a month ago. By calculating the time, we can find the approximate location of the ship and help the crew. WAP will also do everything possible to dispel the veil of mystery surrounding this mysterious disappearance."
"Hostor," Arandor called out to his new friend, who was playing at one of the game tables, "do you know anything about Wong Advanced Pharmaceuticals?"
"Not much. It's an influential Chinese pharmaceutical company that produces more than 20% of the drugs consumed on Earth. The head is some 'Ms. Wong'."
"Captain... we are entering the atmosphere of the planet Carradon," the pilot announced over the intercom.
The climate on this planet was very similar to the climate of western America.
As for the demographic situation, there were no large, densely populated cities at all; there were only small towns located far from each other and individual private houses, connected by a system of roads. Most of the population consisted of farmers using special, expensive equipment that allowed them to have a good harvest even in drought. Not much happened here, and life was quite monotonous. But it was also a great place for those who wanted to escape the hustle and bustle of the city. Lizard was one of them.
He lived in a private house, not far from the town where the spaceport was located. Having "fought enough," he left the army two years ago, when he was twenty-four. Despite retiring at such a young age, he had seen all the horrors of war and was fed up with it. However, he never denied that he sometimes missed the old days, filled with adrenaline.
After waking up, he did his morning exercises and took a shower, as usual. The kitchen was empty, with no food. It was a common occurrence – he hadn't visited the residential cities where he bought groceries for a long time. Lizard put on his motorcycle jacket and went outside. His air-cushioned bike was parked in the yard. He put on his helmet and sat down at the controls. Being a military man and a disciplined person, he never neglected additional protective measures.
He drove along a straight road, continuing to accelerate, not letting off the gas. On all sides were only uninhabited wastelands... memories flooded over him like a tsunami on an unprotected coastal town, he remembered all the terrible events in which he had participated... He closed his eyes, and could no longer open them.
Lizard woke up on a couch in a room that reminded him of the medical bays on military ships. His head ached terribly, he struggled to sit up and looked around. How did he get here? He couldn't remember. Two people entered. The girl was saying something, but the guy stopped her – "look, he's awake," he said and nodded towards the couch.
"Who are you? What is this place?" Lizard was surprised by the weakness of his own voice.
"You are on..."
The girl interrupted him. "on board Captain Zanuda's ship... You've been through a lot, and you're lucky we were passing by. Arandor... the guy standing next to me needed to visit someone, and on the way back we found you and the wrecked motorcycle. Apparently, you had an accident."
"That's right. I was going to buy groceries in town. I'll leave your ship as soon as I can get up, if you'll allow me to stay until then."
Arandor exchanged glances with Neyra. "Yes, of course."
Arien. The center of the metropolis.
Anarchy reigned in the streets of the city; mass riots were taking place: enraged residents attacked police and any representatives of the Earth government, overturned/set fire to cars, smashed windows, and looted stores. The rebellious mood and propaganda had reached even the system closest to the Sun.
The main mass of organized rebels was heading towards the police headquarters, which was something like a fortress and the last bastion for the police. The entrance to the building was blocked by a force field, as well as several police officers with electric batons. The rest were inside the building and on the roof, where a considerable number of snipers had already gathered, waiting for the command. Silverfail was waiting for a decision from command, and until then, no one was allowed to open fire. Some guy from the crowd threw a Molotov cocktail, but it exploded in the air, as Silver shot it down with his pistol. One of the snipers wanted to open fire, thereby responding to such audacity, but Silver put his hand on his shoulder and, with gestures of his fingers, showed that it was not yet time. The crowd swarmed over the five police officers standing at the entrance. Their advantageous position, training, and equipment allowed them to repel the endless stream of rioters. Several vans with weapons arrived, which the rebels eagerly seized. "Not yet," Silver repeated.
The receiver received a voice message.
"Attention! Fire to kill is authorized if necessary; reinforcements will arrive from the nearest military bases soon, hold on!... I repeat, fire to kill is authorized!"
The police captain nodded to his subordinates, it was time to start clearing the streets.
When he entered the room, the crew was watching, or rather, listening to one of the many music channels that served as background for their conversations.
"Guys, I'm going to switch to the news channel, is anyone against it?" The crowd grumbled in protest – that's what he expected. He switched the channel, ignoring them.
"...The Ghost Ship – that's the name given by the public to the missing research vessel of Wong Advanced Pharmaceuticals. We remind you that its representatives previously denied unconfirmed rumors that one of their ships was 'lost,' but recently leaked information provides irrefutable facts. Right now, one of the corporation's representatives, Vervolka Carter, is going to comment on the situation.
The podium where the girl stood was surrounded by crowds of journalists and curious citizens. Two soldiers, dressed in nanosuits, stood on either side of her.
"Wong Advanced Pharmaceuticals apologizes for the misinformation provided to the public. Until recently, we were not completely sure of the truth of the information we received, so we could not give a positive answer without grounds. According to our estimates, contact with the ship was lost about a month ago. By calculating the time, we can find the approximate location of the ship and help the crew. WAP will also do everything possible to dispel the veil of mystery surrounding this mysterious disappearance."
"Hostor," Arandor called out to his new friend, who was playing at one of the game tables, "do you know anything about Wong Advanced Pharmaceuticals?"
"Not much. It's an influential Chinese pharmaceutical company that produces more than 20% of the drugs consumed on Earth. The head is some 'Ms. Wong'."
"Captain... we are entering the atmosphere of the planet Carradon," the pilot announced over the intercom.
The climate on this planet was very similar to the climate of western America.
As for the demographic situation, there were no large, densely populated cities at all; there were only small towns located far from each other and individual private houses, connected by a system of roads. Most of the population consisted of farmers using special, expensive equipment that allowed them to have a good harvest even in drought. Not much happened here, and life was quite monotonous. But it was also a great place for those who wanted to escape the hustle and bustle of the city. Lizard was one of them.
He lived in a private house, not far from the town where the spaceport was located. Having "fought enough," he left the army two years ago, when he was twenty-four. Despite retiring at such a young age, he had seen all the horrors of war and was fed up with it. However, he never denied that he sometimes missed the old days, filled with adrenaline.
After waking up, he did his morning exercises and took a shower, as usual. The kitchen was empty, with no food. It was a common occurrence – he hadn't visited the residential cities where he bought groceries for a long time. Lizard put on his motorcycle jacket and went outside. His air-cushioned bike was parked in the yard. He put on his helmet and sat down at the controls. Being a military man and a disciplined person, he never neglected additional protective measures.
He drove along a straight road, continuing to accelerate, not letting off the gas. On all sides were only uninhabited wastelands... memories flooded over him like a tsunami on an unprotected coastal town, he remembered all the terrible events in which he had participated... He closed his eyes, and could no longer open them.
Lizard woke up on a couch in a room that reminded him of the medical bays on military ships. His head ached terribly, he struggled to sit up and looked around. How did he get here? He couldn't remember. Two people entered. The girl was saying something, but the guy stopped her – "look, he's awake," he said and nodded towards the couch.
"Who are you? What is this place?" Lizard was surprised by the weakness of his own voice.
"You are on..."
The girl interrupted him. "on board Captain Zanuda's ship... You've been through a lot, and you're lucky we were passing by. Arandor... the guy standing next to me needed to visit someone, and on the way back we found you and the wrecked motorcycle. Apparently, you had an accident."
"That's right. I was going to buy groceries in town. I'll leave your ship as soon as I can get up, if you'll allow me to stay until then."
Arandor exchanged glances with Neyra. "Yes, of course."
Arien. The center of the metropolis.
Anarchy reigned in the streets of the city; mass riots were taking place: enraged residents attacked police and any representatives of the Earth government, overturned/set fire to cars, smashed windows, and looted stores. The rebellious mood and propaganda had reached even the system closest to the Sun.
The main mass of organized rebels was heading towards the police headquarters, which was something like a fortress and the last bastion for the police. The entrance to the building was blocked by a force field, as well as several police officers with electric batons. The rest were inside the building and on the roof, where a considerable number of snipers had already gathered, waiting for the command. Silverfail was waiting for a decision from command, and until then, no one was allowed to open fire. Some guy from the crowd threw a Molotov cocktail, but it exploded in the air, as Silver shot it down with his pistol. One of the snipers wanted to open fire, thereby responding to such audacity, but Silver put his hand on his shoulder and, with gestures of his fingers, showed that it was not yet time. The crowd swarmed over the five police officers standing at the entrance. Their advantageous position, training, and equipment allowed them to repel the endless stream of rioters. Several vans with weapons arrived, which the rebels eagerly seized. "Not yet," Silver repeated.
The receiver received a voice message.
"Attention! Fire to kill is authorized if necessary; reinforcements will arrive from the nearest military bases soon, hold on!... I repeat, fire to kill is authorized!"
The police captain nodded to his subordinates, it was time to start clearing the streets.