FRONTIER The Train Job

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  1. Fahir

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    MYLLOS IV, MYLLOS SYSTEM

    Fahir waited for the sound of the rails hissing. There was atmosphere on Myllos IV to carry the sound, but it wasn't breathable. Some of the raiding party wore full suits. Some, who he assumed like himself didn't have expensive suits that gave full range of motion in combat, just wore breathing masks. When they could hear the rails hissing they had to start driving.

    The region had originally been colonised by a few hundred belters. They had discovered the iridium mines spread out in the unforgiving, rocky landscape.

    The Martians had arrived a year later and the courts had thrown out any claims of ownership from the Belter settlers. The media back in Sol painted a happy picture of the belters being employed by the martian authorities. Out here there were different words being passed around. Words like 'slavery'.

    The Martians had planted a space port at the centre of a pentagon of rail lines that stretches out to the main mining sites. The train they were planning on hitting was passing slowly through the canyon behind them. When it emerged it would follow a curve to line back up for the home stretch. If they didn't board it within thirty kilometers it would hit the straight line it would accelerate beyond them.

    One manual cannon on the drive train, one anti-air missile launcher at the rear. One squad of marines. They hadn't set up the train to defend itself from a horde of dune buggies. Board the train, detach the drive train, bring a ship down to pick up the cargo.

    "If I go for a piss the damned train is going to show up isn't it?"



    • Don't try and keep to strict post order if it ends up with lots of writers
    • Stick to the theme of the thread. This isn't for admirals to show up with a fleet of vessels
     
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  2. Kastor Griffin

    Kastor Griffin Legitimate Businessman

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    Kastor sat in their dune buggie with Bryan, Nadir and Amelia, each of them was wearing a oxygen mask. They were one of over a dozen buggies, either camouflaged or hidden behind rocks, waiting for the hissing of the train.

    It was a risky operations, but that train stocked a couple tons of raw iridium, worth a fortune if sold to the right man. First they'd need to take out the machine gun mounted on the drive train. Then one of the other buggies would drop off a team that'd detach the cargo wagons from the drive train. From then on they'd just have to smoke out the marines as fast as possible, pick up the cargo. An easy job in theory, but with a lot of risk.

    Once they had their share of the cargo they'd all part ways again, hopefully a little richer than before.

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  3. Damien

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    He hears in the distance the train arriving at full speed. Inside is an interesting shipment of Iridium, but more importantly, imprisoned brain belters that will be more useful elsewhere than here. The train is quite well fortified, which forces it to have to be accompanied by a team of mercenaries.

    The plan is simple, They're going to jump on the train, drill a hole, kignapped...I mean save a dude, take as much iridium as possible and get the hell out.

    Of course, it's look like a shitty plan and completely risky....No, it's shitty and completely risky.
     
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  4. Anatoly Yaakov

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    "About fucking time," Anatony Yaakov said, spitting on the dirt, watching through binoculars as the train approached. It had slowed down considerably since it reached the bend in the tracks; their window to a successful mission. He and the rest of his team were camped out on a ridge nearby, they had three motorcycles fit for off-road travel and one drone which hovered nearby them. The two others, mercenaries he had picked up aboard New Tycho who's names he had not bothered to learn turned to each other and exchanged a look before scrambling to their feet.

    "You two break any of this equipment, it comes out of your cut." He said, sitting down on the vehicle and activating its engine. It hummed at a low frequency, the tyres re-configuring themselves to better suit the terrain. As he sat there, the drone flew in and seated itself on the rear of the vehicle. "What do you two need? A fucking invitation? Mount up, we haven't got all day." The other two quickly jumped on their motorbikes and activated them, moving up to either side of Anatoly. "Duster train is approaching. We ride down from ridge and meet other members of heist," he lit up a cigarette, burning down half of it in one draw. "By time we reach track, train will be slow enough to board. Detach engine, take what is inside. Understood?"

    "Yes Yaakov," both the men said. A moment later Anatoly hit the accelerator and sped off down a narrow rocky path, a small plume of dust rising behind him.
     
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  5. Fahir

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    The rails started to hiss. From where Fahir was he could not see the train in the canyon behind them. That noise meant it was time to go. Twenty electric engines powered up silently. Someone at the front of the group pulled themselves up high and twirled their arm above their head.

    The vehicles set off, engines making a high-pitched wine as they accelerated. The landscape was covered in a very fine dust, similar to lunar back on sol. Each of the buggies kicked up a cloud of ochre dust in their wake and the armada soon fanned out. The train emerged from the canyon seconds later. The industrial hunk of metal looked rusty from the dust that had worked its way into its joints. Any paint had mostly been sandblasted away.

    The automated vehicle wouldn't have picked up the buggies on its radar, but as soon as they started to try and board the marines would take interest in the external cameras.
     
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  6. Anatoly Yaakov

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    Anatoly and his two mercenaries launched off a nearby rock platform and landed on the dust of the canyon floor with three soft thuds and accelerated after the buggies. When they caught up, they used their maneuverability to swerve and loop in between the larger, slower vehicles and pull out in front, where the fell into a line. The roar of the train drowned out everything but the chatter over his radio, but Anatoly primarily relied on hand signals to give his orders.

    With his left hand he pointed ahead of him with his index and middle finger, his two associated accelerating ahead of him, approaching the main engine. As one the three riders veered in close to the train, bringing themselves within arms reach of its sparking, magnetically charged rails. The vehicle shuddered and rattled as it made its way steadily around the bend. They still had a while, but Anatoly knew better than to screw around for too long. With another hand signal, his associated set their bikes to automatic, hopped up onto their seats and began climbing aboard. Anatoly did the same, using the handlebars to brace himself as he tucked his feet up on the seat of the motorcycle, before launching himself onto one of the train carts. His bike maintained its speed and location, the autopilot built into it keeping the vehicle nearby for their eventual escape.

    Holding onto a handhold, he steadily shimmied his way along the edge of a cart.
     
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  7. Kastor Griffin

    Kastor Griffin Legitimate Businessman

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    When the sound of the magrails suddenly echoed through the canyon, Nadir powered up the buggie and they burst out of their hiding spot. They pulled up alongside the other vehicles and began accelerating to catch the train.

    Using the wagons as cover they pulled up next to one of the cargo compartments. "Ok Nadir, hold that thing steady. Bryan, you go first."

    Not much more had to be said and the heavily muscled earther jumped onto the train. "Ok Amelia, you go next, Bryan will catch you."

    The techie jumped and was successfully caught by Bryan.

    Next up Kastor launched himself at the train. Suddenly his balance was thrown off. The train seemed father away than it had been just seconds ago and he was in the air.

    Their buggie had hit a ditch right the very moment Kastor jumped.

    With one hand he clung to a small piece of metal. His feet just centimeters away form the sparks of the mag rails.

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  8. Fahir

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    "Hold it steady!" Fahir shouted. Rolland, his heavy set engineer had the wheel and was trying to match pace with a train on a curved track. Already some of the other crews had started boarding the train.

    That attracted attention. A hatch opened on one of the carriages. A helmeted head appeared for just a second before vanishing.

    "Drop us back a bit!" Fahir shouted. Their buggy dropped back towards the rear sections of the change. A second later an armoured marine appeared with a rifle. There was a loud crack of fire before one of the buggies vanished in a hail of explosive rounds. One of the robbers threw himself from the buggy to try and avoid the explosions, but Fahir doubted anyone could survive a fall at this speed.

    "Shit, shit, shit, straighten us up!" Fahir shouted as he reached for his own rifle.
     
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  9. Anatoly Yaakov

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    Anatoly was almost at the end of the carriage as one of the buggies nearby exploded in a shower of metal, sparks and thick black smoke. It quickly fell behind them as the train continued to hurtle song the tracks. That meant the squad of marines guarding the train knew they were coming now, which made things all the more interesting.

    Leaning out from the alcove he was in, he saw that the large auto cannon mounted on the trains top was still inactive, but that would change as soon as people began climbing onto the roof.

    A moment later a compartment opened next to him, a Martian with a mean looking weapon leaning out to take potshots at the approaching bandits. He somehow missed Anatoly standing nearby and do a double take when he saw a heavily armed belter pulling a handgun from his belt. Before he could react, his head was replaced with a cloud of blood, bone and brains as Anatoly pulled the trigger.
     
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  10. Kastor Griffin

    Kastor Griffin Legitimate Businessman

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    Kastor looked down, assesing his situation. He immediatley squeezed his eyes shut at the sight of his feet. Fuck. They were just a few centimeters away from the ground and dangerously close to the deadly mag rails. He took a deep breath an pulled up his legs into temporary safety.

    "Cap!" Came a shout from above his head. It was Bryan. Amelia and he were clinging to the top side of their wagon. Bryan quickly dropped down half a meter, grabbing onto the rim of a hatch.

    "Grab my hand!" Kastor could feel his fingers slipping. He fastened his grip, took a deep breath and pulled himself up, just in reach of Bryans hand.

    Suddenly there was a mechanic sound and a surprised "Shit" from Bryan. The big man pulled himself up with one of his arm, while holding onto Kastor with the other arm and smashed his head against the martian marine popping his head out of the hatch.

    A few seconds later both men were holding onto the top of the train again, while their techie fiddled around with the controls of the wagons top hatch.
     
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  11. Fahir

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    "Steady I said!" called Fahir.

    "Steady as I fucking can!"

    Fahir wanted to argue, but Roland had a point. They weren't driving over a road but open ground. As smooth and sandblasted as the surface of Myllos IV was there was a limit to how smooth the ride could be. Every little bump was amplified down the length of his rifle.

    Fahir squeezed off a few shots that only drew the attention of the marine. The martian had a much cleaner shot with the elevation and bounce-free mag rail ride.

    In a panic Fahir fired several more rounds. A lucky hit struck the martian just to the left of centre. It didn't look like it broke the armour playing, but it had the marine duck back down into his carriage.

    "Got to work fast!" Fahir shouted over the radio.
     
  12. Anatoly Yaakov

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    "Then get onto this train," Anatoly growled as he pulled the marines body out of the window and threw it down onto the tracks below. "We don't have much more time." He checked his terminal mounted onto his forearm, and saw that they had crossed a quarter of the curved track. Soon they would be half way, and they hadn't even entered the carts yet.

    Pulling a grande off his belt, he pulled the pin before tossing it through the hatch the marine had looked out a moment earlier. "Fire in the hole," he said over the radio before ducking down. There was a brief yelp, followed by a deep thump. A gout of flames and black smoke erupted from the hatch a second after that. Pulling on a pair of goggles and a respirator, Anatoly climbed into the hatch and raised his weapon.
     
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