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Chapter Sixty Six Just
ahead of them, Green Squadron can make out numerous, tiny blinks of light, each
of which represents a new Kuati vessel dropping in from hyperspace. Captain
Tallage can sense the apprehension in her pilots, but she knows Commander
Orian’s plan will work to perfection. The only question in her mind, is if
they can accomplish the feat with the number of vessels at their disposal. With
each flash of light off in the distance, their odds diminish greatly. Absently
thinking out loud, “By the gods, just how many of them are there?” “Repeat,
Green Leader… I didn’t get a copy on that.” Hearing the voice of Lt.
Tryashoenu fill her cockpit, she realizes she had left her comm open. She
scrambles to recover quickly, “Scratch that, Three… Random chatter.” She
hopes that no one else picked up on the slip. “Copy
that, Green Leader… Deactivating private comm link now.” Thank the
Force for that! When she hears Tryashoenu’s
response, she realizes that she had never shut down the private frequency
transmission between the two ships. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, Captain
Orme Tallage prepares for the coming battle and steels herself against the
future. A future where she may not bring back her entire squadron, a future that
is terribly uncertain at this point. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A
blinking light on his bridgestation console breaks Commander Silvas Orian from
his distant thoughts. Hitting the button below the flashing light, a voice
emerges from the console, “Commander, we have a pulse transmission from Green
Flight… Contact has been made, and the battle group has been placed on
alert.” The transmission cuts out and waits for what seems like a very long
time, when it cuts back in, “Commander? We await your orders, Sir.” The
commander takes a very deep breath into his lungs and slowly lets it out before
responding to the officer, “Very well, send the pulse transmission to my
command console and I will give the orders from there.” Rising from his seat
and moving across the bridge to his command chair, Silvas quickly appraises the
situation from the data streaming in across the pulse transmission. With each
new bit of information, Silvas begins to stiffen.
Knowing that he no more time, and no more resources, the big man firms
his resolve and shows no fear to his crew. Turning
to face the men and women of his bridge crew, Commander Silvas Orian knows that
this will either be his finest hour or his ultimate demise, but either way, the
time is now. “Battle stations, secure the holds and prepare for the micro-jump
into Grid Four-Niner, Sector Omega. Sound the general alarm and place the fleet
in combat status. All hands, prepare to let loose the dogs of war!”
Creator: PtrsonsZOO (Jennifer)
*SPECIAL NOTE: Due to circumstances beyond our control, the rest of the story will be written by PtrsonsZOO (Jennifer)
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