To Locke and Fluke’s irritation, they could only watch as the frigate repaired its armor to full while their guns were forced to reload. They spun around to follow the frigate along its starboard side and continued to pepper it, but were completely unsure what to do. Neither ship was able to take o
Mia’s boots clacked as she walked over the polished marble floor. She was still in her uniform, and was slightly frazzled. It was less than an hour earlier when she was forced to run from the fight, her frigate heavily impaired. She made her way down the long, decorated hallway and stopped in front
“How many bases has she destroyed?” he asked. “Only seven,” Mia responded. “Which is good, right? I was at least able to contain it.” Father glared at Mia, venom in his eyes. “Ten percent is too much,” he growled. “Far too much. Get your repairs done quickly, then get back out there and end this
They were accompanied by personnel records, starmaps, and dozens of coordinates. “It appears that Truesight detected us,” she continued, “and sent us a complete dump of their ship’s databanks. We now know everything they do.” “So, we’ve got info on all their settlements, then?” asked Azrael. She
Planet FXP-04, Copernicus System, Federal Outer Systems A whole fleet of ships flashed in at the beacon high above Federal eXperimental Planet number four. Two of them were heavy cargo cruisers, and their company’s logo was painted in bright colors along the side. All around them was their hired p
That question led to a miserable silence as they all pondered all that was implied. Different theories floated through their minds, though they felt they were too grim to share. No-one wanted to believe that the Federation actively sponsored the Prophets, and so avoided saying a thing. In the end o
They had the location of every township on the planet, along with their basic data. Almost all of them were scientific research facilities. Half belonged to the Federation themselves, while the other half were a mix of corporations and similar private entities. A few were meant to be public-facing o
Commander “Aurora” Dolere paced down the hallway with bold, hard steps. Her face was etched with a mix of determination and hope. In her hand was a datapad whose screen was filled with reports and coordinates and all manner of military and operational intel. She came up to a closed door and barged