“Alright, I’ll be waiting on your call, Jason.” “I’ll make sure Chirk reminds me to call before you leave, even if I don’t have everything set up.” Jason disconnected the call, then stood up to go to 3D and see how things were going over there.
He still had quite a bit to do, but thankfully he had all day to get it done. Daira, 11 Demaa, 4401, Orthodox Calendar Wednesday, 28 April 2014, Terran Standard Calendar Daira, 11 Demaa, year 1327 of the 97th Generation, Karinne Historical Reference Calendar Command Ship Aegis, Task Force Seven flagship, orbiting planet PR-371-2 She didn’t like this. Admiral Palla Karinne moved through her ready room from her personal quarters to the bridge, passing by her collection hanging on the walls and sitting on shelves within without paying much mind to it.
Her pale pink eyes flinched slightly when she came out onto the bridge deck, which came to attention when the chime on her door called to signal her arrival on the bridge. “Resume your posts,” she called as she stalked right over to the comm, where three officers with microphones attached to their interfaces for more clear transmissions sat. “Are you sure it was decoded properly?” she asked, motioning at the handpanel. “Yes, Captain,” her primary comm officer, Lieutenant Yari, answered. She sighed. “Get me Station Liberty.
Baroness Maggie MacCleod.” Station Liberty was the station they’d towed through hyperspace for three days to get here.
It was part control center and part staging area, filled to the bulkheads with automated weaponry, and while it was the headquarters of all operations at PR-371, in reality the whole thing existed for two people.
Maggie MacCleod and Jake Wagner, two of the original members of the Legion, and representatives from the shadowy government entity known only as 3D.
Most had no idea what it was or what it did, but Palla was high enough in the chain to know the truth of it, and that made those two humans probably the most important things at PR-371.
Cunning and resourceful, the two Legion members were the ones who had real control of this theater.
That was why the orders that came across the galaxy confused her a little bit, and caused her to get some corroboration.
Maggie MacCleod’s face appeared on the main viewscreen as Palla took a seat in her chair.
She was cute even by Faey standards, short and petite, but with stormy blue eyes and flaming red hair. “What’s up, Captain?” she asked in her unusual twangy accent, product of some place called Texas if she remembered right. “We’ve received orders to jump to the nebula holding our enemy’s main command center and gather information, my Lady,” she replied. “Given I believe those orders entail something you’ll do later, do you have any specific requests on what we look for?” “Nothing really.
We have some long-range scans, but nothing solid.
If you can get a sensor dropship into the nebula and get us some internal readings, it might help.” “That will be very dangerous.” “I know, so I’ll leave the military stuff to the military, Captain.
Do what you think best.
No matter what you get, it’s gonna help.” “Understood, Baroness.” “Good luck,” she nodded, then her image faded. Palla frowned and crossed her legs demurely, which wasn’t that hard in Crusader armor due to its fit, and pondered the situation.
She rapped on the arm of her command chair a moment, then glanced to her left. “Comm, get me Captain Marayi Karinnne aboard the Dreamer.” “At once, sir.” “Marayi’s handsome face appeared on the main screen, sitting at her desk in her ready room. “Admiral, what can I do for you?” “We have orders to initiate a probing action against the nebula holding the enemy command station,” she revealed. “To gather intelligence and survey its defenses and capabilities.
I want to send a sensor dropship into the nebula, and it’s going to need fighter escort.
Given the dangerous nature of that kind of a mission, I need the best fighter squadron in the KMS, Marayi.” “The 76th is on standby and awaiting orders, Captain,” Marayi said proudly.
Nobody needed to say who the best fighter squadron in the KMS was.
Everyone already knew. “I want you to carry out the initial probing action, Marayi,” Palla ordered. “I’m assigning Squadron B to your command for this operation.
Jump in, scan as best you can, and try to ascertain their defenses while the sensor dropship enters the nebula and tries to get more refined scans of its interior and whatever surprises it holds.
Find a sensor dropship and the best pilot you can stick in its chair and prepare the ships under your flag to jump to the nebula, Captain.”
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