Acid rain poured down on the landing pad on Planet Leeds. Lord Wilson, the man in charge of the planet, was preparing to meet the Gallics face to face for the first time. The Armed Forces in orbit around the planet had been forced to withdraw after several hours of vicious ship-to-ship combat. The Gallic shuttle touched down on the landing pad. Lord Wilson steeled his nerves...
Constable Anne Rutledge of the Bretonia Police Authority was having a bad day. She had been trying to get those last few rowdy BMM employees to get to shelter for the inevitable orbital bombardment. She knew that the Armed Forces had already set up positions around the landing pad, digging in for possibly years of bloody ground warfare. In any case, all she and her fellow bobbies could do was wait. They saw the Gallic shuttle land...
Gunnery Sergeant Harrison Fletcher of the Bretonia Armed Forces was in a foul mood. Right before his eyes he saw a Gallic ship land unchallenged in the main city of Leeds. Already, he, his men, and the few bobbies still on the surface were digging in for a protracted and bloody battle. Orders came from the now-bunkered remaining Armed Forces brass that had already bunkered down. Lord Wilson was about to surrender. Prepare to open fire on the main city and attempt to shoot down any and all craft attempting to land, save the ship with the Gallic ambassador. He turned to the man beside him...
Ambassador Tony Mallonee of His Majesty's Diplomatic Corps had a smooth ride down on the shuttle. The Royal Navy held the docking ring, but the Armed Forces still had the surface. Years of mining made several tunnels, rendering orbital bombardments impractical. If the Armed Forces were smart, they had already bunkered down and were ready to make this war a costly one. Well, enough ruminating; he had a surrender to attend. His shuttle came to a full and complete stop...
Richard Winston Tobias, Esq. was a nervous wreck by the time his other modified Clydesdale was go for launch, after the Islington was lost in Omicron Minor. It was still there, if something didn't happen to it since then. Being civilian traffic, those Gallic chaps shouldn't bother him, he reasoned. He warmed up the Cambridge and guided her off the landing pad just in time to see a Gallic shuttle land...
AN: This takes place directly prior to the Discovery 4.87 launch. I was looking on FF dot net and found very few Freelancer and no Discovery fanfics. Discovery is essentially the utlimate interactive Freelancer fanfic. Also, Warwolf is OP.