#4 by Carnifex

Cravic pushed his new Cobra fighter to the maximum engine output it could manage partly to put it through its paces and partly because he was trying to make it through the Detroit Debris Field as fast as possible. He himself had led patrols in this field to find Rogue smugglers before the war took him to Colorado and now those same patrols were the ones he was working to avoid. Bits and pieces of eight centuries of wasteful expansion and development zipped silently by out the cockpit window, stark, cold, dead metal.
Cravic kept an eye on his sensors waiting to see if he would be spotted. Even with his civilian IFF tag any Liberty patrol would view him as suspect being this far from the trade lanes and it would also attract the attention of the criminal element looking to loot a passer by.
His destination, Pittsburgh. Going directly there would have been suicide for someone in his situation. The Battleship Missouri kept an eye on all the traffic going through the section of New York near Zone 21, both on and off the tradelanes, and he couldn’t afford to be spotted.

#3 by Carnifex

The quick trip to Beaumont turned out much easier then crossing Hudson, luckily Arch had given Cravic a few tips on how to disable a transponder (somehow unsurprisingly). After gently setting his damaged ship down on Beaumont Cravic quickly extricated himself from it and made his way to where Arch and Reiko had set down their transport. As he walked he removed his Navy combat jacket and discarded it on the ground. This in conjunction with his complete disregard for the confused Junkers scattered about the landing bay seemed to make those watching pause as though uncertain of their safety. Some skittered away like rats.

The loading ramp of the Arch’s transport lowered just as Cravic arrived at its foot, Arch stood at its top looking quite undaunted by this unprecedented situation.
“Now that we can’t be overheard through our coms will you please tell me why I’ve risked my neck bringing you here?” Arch requested.
Cravic walked up the ramp and just as he passed by Arch and started glancing around the hold he said, “I’m dead, that’s why.”
Arch’s day wasn’t turning out how he had wanted it to.
“There was an assassination attempt on me, by the LPI,” he continued, “A double agent has reported to them by now that I’m dead. I’m going to use that to my advantage and lie low for a while and then find out who tried to put a knife in my back and why.” By this point Cravic was absent-mindedly going through the cargo on Arch’s ship which unnerved the Junker immensely and just as he moved over to the admiral’s side to object Cravic pulled a rather large gun from out of a hidden crate. The junker hesitated for a moment and looked quite surprised as Cravic hoisted the gun and slung it over his shoulder with purpose. For an instant Cravic fancied that Arch looked as though he hadn’t known that the guns had been there.
“Umm...” said Arch still trying to grasp what was happening, this was not how he had known the admiral to behave.
Cravic handed him a piece of paper, on it were scrawled a few numbers and letters that Arch looked at dubiously. “That is all the information needed for a good Lane Hacker to access the money on my Navy neural net, half of which would be more than enough to pay for the new civilian ship that you are about to buy for me.” Cravic said this as though he was making an insurance claim of some sort. “Not to mention lots of rum,” he added disdainfully “You can have my old ship for your troubles of course, I’ll have to take a few of the guns off it though.”

There Cravic stood, the ex-admiral of the Liberty Navy. To a trained eye, changed because of it; as though being deprived of his rank and almost his life had in a way strengthened him and focused his will. Arch, had he thought about it more might have suspected that it would not be without detriment.
Instead his mind turned to more pressing matters of money and salvage. The tempest of information over, Arch’s expression slowly grew brighter as he realised his day might not turn out as bad after all.

#1 by Carnifex

Cravic was quick to slip away as best he could into the blur of debris and gas that was Nuremburg. Whoever those pilots really were they seemed to know who Janson was and whatever their agenda it was not his harm. Appearing out of the debris like that would seem to suggest that they were extremely familiar with the system; and knowing Janson by name... these were mysteries that Cravic no longer had much time to think about. He was a dead man after all.

The LPI agent would report the deaths of both Cravic and Janson with the regretable loss of all other members of the assassination squad and the combat damage from the assassins, indistinguishable from that of the targets, would back up his claim. Now it was time for Cravic to do what Janson had done and disappear. First port of call would be one of his contacts inside Liberty, someone he could trust; the border regions of Rhienland and the Sigma systems where not a place for an ex-Liberty Admiral to find refuge.

Reaching the Bering system Cravic was almost disappointed in having to leave the relative cover of the scrap. Knowing that the Texas jump gate would be watched he made for the distant side of the sector on the other side of the large yellow star that was the centre of Bering. In his left peripheral vision he saw Freeport 2 glinting in the distance reflecting the light scattered among the rocks. As he approached his target sector he was, for perhaps the first time, thankful for criminal movement reports. The Hudson jump hole slowly drew into sensor range and Cravic sped right into it, eager to leave Bering behind for fear that he might still be expected there if the news of his 'death' hadn't been recieved yet.