The Order and Corsair ships were sitting in a diamond formation. All ready to go.
"Everyone head to the jump hole." Travis said.
One after another the order ships went into Alaska. All in stealth.
The corsairs were the last to jump.
"All units get ready to go." Travis commanded.
Comms starting going off from all ships saying they were ready.
Then Travis did something no one expected.
"All units! Go to Manhattan! I repeat all units go to New York. Loop around so they dont see you."
All ships didnt question it. They just went.
Navigation officer Emily needed orders.
"Emily swing her around were going to get the crew of Adler for a final attack of the day."
"Yes sir."
All the ships in the fleet went around the Planet in Alaska far enough out of any radar range.
While Tenabras turned and went back to Toledo to pick up the crew of Adler.
--
Arriving at Toledo.
"All crew of Adler get back on board. Bring your side arms. An you there. *pointing at a engineer* Go call for the breach ships were going to cause hell on Liberty!"
Tenabras was now fully loaded with men of the crew of Adler and its own.
Both crews were trained well for invasions but never did one til now.
"Return to Alaska catch up to the fleet."
--
The major fleet finally arrived at Alaska -> New York Jump gate. Tenabras only 1 click away.
No ships were guarding the gate on either side even when they jumped. All were at St. Mitchell getting ready for what they thought was gonna be another attack on the station.
--
After all ships jumped into New York Tenabras was ready to lead the fleet to D-Day of New York.
"Our first target is the Liberty Flagship Missouri."
All ships left the mine field. With Tenabras as lead. Being the only pilot who knew the way in and out.
"This is Captain Wendi White of the Missouri! We have multiple Corsair ships inbound need all assistants available! I repeat this is the Missouri we are under attack! All personnel code red!"
The call was heard by all Liberty Ships
All the Order ships still cloaked suddenly uncloaked in shooting range of the Battleship.
"Destroy her! Make sure she will need to be remade before she even comes back to fight!"
Even with 4 battleships, multiple cruisers, gunboats, and bombers the Hull to the Missouri was slowly being taken out. After 30 minutes still no ships to help her. They must all be defending the prison. The fleet only lost 2 cruisers and several gunboats.
"All ships shes taken enough damage. She cant hurt us no more head to Manhattan!"
Travis said with anger in his voice.
--
"Manhattan reporting a huge enemy force incoming! We need help now!"
Tenabras then turned around cloaked and returned to Alaska. Preparing for the ships to leave the Alaska system to defend there home. St. Mitchel must've known that Manhattan and Missouri were now in great danger.
Multiple rounds from the fleet started raining down on Manhattan. A blockade was made and Manhattan along with Trenton and Newark were now in the enemies hands.
*in tthe control room he pointed to the leutenant "she requested me now if youl lexcus*he was cut off by the mass maydays of newyork*this is not good*he sprinted out of the control room running through the halls he arived at the generals quaters banging on the door he was calling"general theres an invasion at manhattan a D-day if you will i think this qualifys as an emergency,weve been duped
If activity in the control room could reach a higher point, then this must have been the maximal possible. It was very near anarchy, not much of military discipline left.
Alban himself was panicking, beginning to assemble ships to go help New York.
And then, that Kaitlynn annoyance came back in...
"All ships, stand by your position..."
"General, you are not in command of this..."
"You are neither my superior. In fact, our ranking priviledges can be quite discutable. Here is not the matter. You are sending these men to a trap, and I'm here to stop another catastrophe."
He paused, before adding, his tone venimous,
"Admiral, sir."
There wasn't much else to be discussed. Everyone heard this upon open channel. They all knew the loss of the 45th battlegroup was mainly due to admiral Alban, and such things weren't forgiven quickly. In these situations, it wasn't even mutiny, mere switch of command to get rid of incompetence.
"Alright men... now, the Order thought they've managed to foul us. They expect us to do things. We will do exactly what they won't do."
She looked at a colonel, trying to have a reassuring smile,
"Tell me, what do they expect us to do, right now?"
"Go back with at least half our actual fleet here, and rescue New York system, ma'am."
"Exact. Now, we don't do that. All vessels, stay here. Now, we've got to be one step ahead of them. Here's the plan..."
--
On Manhattan, the civilian crafts were obviously panicked, and ran away as fast as they could from the Order warships.
Strangely, the Manhattan high orbit space was completely empty when the Order ship arrived. Or, not really, there were about 3 Liberty dreadanguht with their standard escort, but scattered all around in a way that the Order ships had an immense opening of at least 3 kilometres with nothing or so opposing them, to make planetary bombardment.
--
"Except, you must really be a fool..."
Fleet Admiral Albert Richmond, in command of the Northern Liberty Navy First Defence Fleet, looked at his tactical console with a severe frown. How these ships managed to break through his first line of security was quite questionable... the fact they've managed to damage at this extensive point the Missouri, was most infuriating. Probably some kind of comm. disruption device.
But now, he didnt intended these scums to escape him without paying dearly.
Richmond was an intelligent man. Unlike Alban, he calculated all odds first, and was extremely cautious. His nickname was the snake and his battle were as efficient as said animal.
The Order made a very grave mistake, attacking New York today. Of course, his own fleet wasnt as large as the Orders one at that moment, most being dispersed across Liberty on Various patrol duty. However, he estimated having enough to scare them away.
Tell battlegroup alpha to cruise by the northern hemisphere of the planet. Beta and Gamma are to hold their position. All ships, turn their bow toward the hostiles, their target are the battleships.
Yes sir.
Richmond paced away from the console showing the hologram of the space battle.
Contact Manhattan planetary defence. Tell them to ready Aegis Shield Systems everywhere possible on the estimated striking area of the Order group.
He heard another acknowledgement from his communication officer.
Tell them as well, to prepare the Gauss canons and Ion batteries. Their targets are the gunboats. They are to route all the energy from the western and eastern part of the city to these weapons. Their orders; collapse their shield by the ion canons, and cycle between the Gauss canons to finish them off. I want them to pick them off two at a time. Remember, Aegis Shields are to be powered at their strongest on these areas. We dont want to be left without any weapon. They are free to fire on maximal range.
Copy that sir.
Now, here are the orders to the battleship captains.
--
S stop it Trinity managed to whisper.
For once, the LSF commander did stop. He went away, and came back with a chair and sat down, looking like the marble statue he seemed to be.
Lets see. You have contacted the organisation known as the Order through a contact, known to be your own brother, a high ranking member of the said organisation. The two of you have been contacting each other through private civilian lines every now and then when he managed to come within House Space.
He looked at his datapad, making sure the recording red light was still on.
After what, youve decided to inform your crew with data coming from the Order to convince them of defecting with you. At this point, we wont check if these data are actually truthful or not as this is irrelevant for this investigation.
He paused, drinking slowly from a cup of water.
Trinity cursed the man interiorly for this act. Just the fact he could still take some kind of pleasure at torturing her merely by drinking, fully knowing she was thirsty as hell, made her want to yell in anger.
For all she know, there werent much more humiliations and torture technique she hadnt gone through
All she managed to do was shaking lightly the manacles restraining her (now nude) body, until she was forced to remain calm once again, as the man pushed on a button, causing electric arc to hit her.
She was so empty, she could only moan weakly in pain.
I suggest you dont move too much. We are far from being over with you, Im afraid. Lets continue
--
Planetary bombardment wasnt very effective unless you had an immense invasion fleet. The mere fact a planetary atmosphere was, in itself, a natural protection that absorbed over 50% of a laser canons strength, was quite annoying.
So when the 50% leftover of energy hit the Aegis shields, it wasnt really dramatic.
And Liberty certainly didnt let their capital home world equipped with weak shielding systems. All over the sun-side of the planet-city, numerous hexagons of blue light appeared and disappeared as the shield was hit, restored, and hit again without much damaging.
Despite the state of alert, citizen could easily go out and watch the show, but for security reason, were asked to stay underground until the terrorist attack was dealt with.
Again, if a civilian stayed on the ground, he could see one of the rare things few saw in their life; numerous batteries of ion guns raising from the ground, immense shadows of metallic structure by the dawn on the planet. They made a symphony of hellish hydraulic noises as they deployed, pointing their massive canons toward outer space.
They remained silent, as something else rose to the surface. These were the enormous Gauss canons, or, electro-magnetic projectile launchers. A technology not very useful on starfighter, or even battleships because of the immense amount of energy required to fire these, Gauss canons were however the primary line of Liberty planetary defence.
And they were devastating for sure
A mysterious whine could be heard, as the Gauss canons finished deploying. But the whine didnt came from them, it was the ion batteries, charging up and firing: a real firework show! Thousands and thousands of blue energy lances firing toward two concentrated point in space.
As quickly as it happened, barely 3 seconds later, the Gauss canons were heard, loud bangs and quick explosion of energy at the end of their canon though their projectile went so fast, they couldnt be seen with normal human eyes.
--
Fire at will!
The cruisers of alpha, beta and gamma battlegroups fired together in a very synchronised pattern over the battleships of the Order, as the first lances of ion hit the gunboats, and collapsed their shield with ease.
Then, as the Order battleships replied back against the closest cruisers, the Liberty dreadnaught, approaching slowly on lateral trusts, opened their vertical torpedo tubes These werent used often. In fact, most vessels of the Liberty navy didnt even have these weapons. They were used in the case of a war against another house, and for a good reason; these tubes were designed to fire nuclear warheads
Hence, only the last lines of the Liberty defence forces had such weapons.
They fired, the missiles hurling at incredible speed toward the battleships. The Order gunners tried desperately to pick them off from a distance and some did manage to disable a few, but most hit target. Of the 4 battleships, 3 were now heavily damaged, large portion of the hull having melted down.
The small nuclear apocalypse over, all the Order gunboats were gone. The Gauss canon destroyed them before their captain could even notice they were targeted by these guns
--
Downward, the ion-gauss system were slowly reloading their energy sources, as steam of smoke came out of the canons. It would take a good 4 minutes or so.
Whoever were striking at them, were better to run off right now
--
Their nuclear projectile unleashed, the dreadnaughts resumed normal battle position, turning their vulnerable flank to show their slim front profile, and opened fire
Despite being numerically inferior, they now had the advantage: the Order vessels made a long distance, used much energy to cloak, and two were so severely damaged, immense components were detaching from the ships as they tried some semblance of retreating manoeuvres. One stopped dead in space as the engines entirely failed, while another seemed merely drifting blindly, its bridge seemingly gone. But overall, the captain of the Liberty naval ships knew the remaining active pairs could be quite deadly. One could never be too sure faced with Order tech. They wished the planetary defence system came back online quick
Then, it would be an impressive victory over these terrorists scum
--
St-Mitchell was now back into a disciplined military base. The ships were quietly aligned, ready for interception.
And then, four components at each quadrant of the station detached. They went to 2.5 kilometres of distance from the station, and stopped their thrusters. The automated satellites began sending a powerful beam of light back to the station
General Kaitlynn walked toward the viewport of the station to watch the automated drones do their work.
Quite beautiful will it hold?
Our techs guarantee us it will. It seems to be running on some kind of infinity powercell, that keeps regenerating as part of it dies. Some bio nanotechnologies used by the nomad. This shield system can technically well, it could technically hold forever for all we know. But, general, weve never tested it before in open warfare.
In the background, someone asked for a test. For a few second, St Mitchell was surrounded by a beautiful shield of golden light exactly the same observed around nomad bases.
I hope it will do. Take care of the matters here, colonel. Dont let the admiral intimidate you. He wont dare speak against my command after all what he did
--
Isabelle was running toward the prison cell, where was held Trinity. It was now, or never. She needed to know the truth, and her brother obviously didnt told her the whole story. Just like the navy, or the LSF.
Well, she couldnt blame him. They were after all, enemy. And probably will be forever. Nonetheless, she felt the Order was closer to the truth than her side was
"Sir the blockade fleet has suffered sever damage. They say Manhattan fought back with a huge fleet. An planetary defenses."
Travis didn't seem phased about the casualty. Still focused on his sister's health.
"How many boarding vessels do we have?" Travis asked.
"Uh sir?" A voice asked in hesitation.
"How many?!"
"We have 20 sir."
"Good that is well then enough. From what I can gather they have 3 Battleships and 1 Carrier. Get your best men on those boarding ships and make sure the cloaking system works on each of them."
Though the Tenabras was the only ship in the fleet that could breach while still cloaked the boarding vessels could still hit there target before they uncloaked.
"The new plan each of the boarding ships are going to be a diversion. 5 Boarding ships per capital warship.
On my command each of you will ram the capital ships and board them. I dont care if you either take command or die trying just slow them down. Me and my crew are going to force ourselves aboard the prison."
"Sir?! That's a suicide mission! Your sisters..."
"My sisters life is more important than mine or yours! If I have to I will launch you at there window to show that I will do whatever it takes to get her back. She is all I have left of my family!"
Travis interrupted.
The whole room fell silent.
"Now prepare the boarding ships.
--
Back at the Blockade fleet the 2 battleships that survived the attack were on the retreat. Cloaked and still in enemy space it didnt look to good.
"I never seen anything like that. Those planetary guns tore right through the Corsair Juggarnaught. It was like it was a sword cutting through flesh. That was just incredible." A man on the battleship said.
"Keeep going we have to get somewhere safe where they cant find us."
--
"All boarding ships launch! Emily get us in formation with the last 5."
All the boarding ships activated cruise.
Closing in on St. Mitchel Tenabras slowed down while the boarding ships rammed into each battleship and the carrier.
"We have landed and are invading the ships."
"Good work. Get us into that airlock!" *Travis pointed.*
The Tenabras went forward and ran right through the airlock, blowing it open. The Tenabras airlock opened with 100 crew storming into St. Mitchell to find Trinity. 100 still onboard to defend. The ship still cloacked so no one outside the prison knew it was being invaded. They only saw the ships that uncloaked when they hit the capital ships to invade them. The chaos on St. Mitchell made it impossible to defend against the invading forces.
"shes not here"he said to himself as he looked around for a terminal or something finding none he decided to go baack the way he came it dident matter he had checked the imfermary so she was up and about"shes safe thats all that matters ,those admrlas were fools im no navyman but i know a stupid choice when i see one i want to do more i think if i survive this il lthink about enlistment in the northern section of the navy mabye evewn get the 106th itself"ariveing at the control room he saw what could best be discribed as utter chaos trying to stay out of the way he was apriched by a fellow LSF member"your wanted in introgation block 12" looking somewhat confused he asked"why im only a trainee" the man he was speaking too looked at him and with what seemed like a serious look in his eyes he replyed"i dont care patterson get down there observe or soemthing keep notes make yourself usefull let the navy do its job" the man walked off leaveing aptterson somewhat in a daze"yes.. erm sir " he confusingly replyed and started to work his way down to the interogation area~this seems odd~ he thought to himself along the way upon aroveing he bumped into trhe general"g.general katilyn,i presume..."
Gerald Black, the young colonel in charge of St-Mitchell (nobody knew where admiral Alban went to), cooly took the situation in hand.
"Progression of enemy?"
"They are storming through the southern airlock, sir. I am ordering security to retreat, they are too many..."
"Well done. Tell them to come within the walls of the core center. When they reach this position, we will lock down every door between the core quadrant and the external."
"Yes sir. Sir, the battleships report similar invasion of their vessels."
"Hm..."
The ensign at the console smiled,
"Don't worry sir, I've told them to make same tactic."
"Right. Don't forget to mention, cut all control to external quadrants. We don't want trouble. Oh, and knowing the crazy guys on the Citadelle..."
Black smirked, and looked by the viewport,
"tell them we'll need some of their men in St-Mitchell. As well, activate the shield dome."
"Yes sir."
Outside, a radiant golden shield was activated by the powerful satelite, making a 2.5k impenetrable area around St-Mitchell.
The only problem was, the navy was now trapped with the Order within the zone.
--
Aboard the Citadelle, the few Order crewmen were immediately taken prisonner or killed. IT was a terrible mistake to take on the headquarter of some of the best land trooper of Liberty...
The men of the 106th ran accross all section of the ship, blasters at the ready, checking for more invaders. But most were already in the brig.
On the other ships, things weren't going so well.
And now St-Mitchell was calling for assistance...
--
Isabelle rushed to the cell of Trinity, and nearly fell to the floor as someone bumped her.
"ouch..."
She held herself from falling by holding on to a section of the wall.
"J... Jimmy?! What are you doing here?" she asked, bewildered.
But she didn't had time to ask question, and taking hold of the man's arm, ran toward the cell of Trinity
"you'll have to come with me! We don't have much time left, and it sounds like the Order is back!"
--
The Order soldiers aboard St-Mitchell were now trapped: unable to go further in their progression, they tried to commandeer the station from their position, only to find all control pannels disabled.
When they retreated back toward the airlock, they found two rhino shuttle of the Citadelle coming crash-landing in, and deploying dozens of the elite 106th marine troopers.
Hence, they were now trapped somewhere between the exit and the core of the station, fighting a desperate fight, using furniture and wall pannel hull as some kind of barricade.
--
At the control of St-Mitchell, technicians were trying as best as they could to decypher the cloaking device the order was using. They knew there was something hidden among them. To detect such thing was quite hard. The navy developped a few techniques, the best being to follow the trail of nuclear activity a cloaked ship left behind him - except, that was near impossible in a small environement full of ships.
The other way around was electronic signature of a cloaking device, which were always different from one ship to another.
And took one hell of a long time to find out.
--
Isabelle saw on her way to the cell a LSF commander running toward the core quadrant. Probably the interogator, she thought. And Jimmy probably was to replace him...
Could he trust the man?
She didn't had much choice. What she was about to do could be considered treason. Trinity was still hanging by her chains over the restraining cylinder, naked, her body bloodied by the various beating she went through. Isabelle's heart flipped slightly at the thought Liberty suposedly abolished such things as torture... but such things were yet openly practiced here, in the secret prison of St Mitchell...
She carefully manipulated the buttons, and as the restrains over Trinity's arms and legs suddenly gave away at her command, Isabelle catch her as the woman litterally dropped, free from her shackles.
Jimmy was behind, looking confused and unsure what to do.
How was she going to explain that to him?
"Jimmy, hold the gate for us will you? Shoot at anyone wearing Order color coming down here!"
She waited until Jimmy was standing by the door, less or more sure he couldnt hear her over the loud alarm klaxon
"Commander..."
Isabelle looked around, and found a large white blanket, with which she covered the body of the woman. It immediately became red, soaked with blood.
"Commander Elation, you'll need to tell me everything about the nomads and the order, everything, because that's going to be your only chance at seeing freedom again..."
She stopped, looking at the gate making sure Jimmy was doing his job.
"Your brother is back trying to save you, but his soldiers won't be able to stand against my marines. In less than an hour, they will be all dead, your brother forced to retreat for a second time, and I'm afraid he will waste more lifes from the Order because he will never abandon you it seems."
Trinity looked to her, her stare showing a slight fear from her previous torture. But she seemed back in control already.
"I'm doing this against the order of the governemnt of Liberty, mind you what, so that's making me as much a criminal as you are. But I'm having serious trouble believing Liberty's official version on the Order, just like we all know the official version on the nomad is quite falsified as well."
Trinity openned her mouth and said nothing.
But she knew sincerity when she heard it.
"For humanity, and our fight against the nomads, we are on the same side, general. I shall tell you as much as I can."
--
The LSF anonymous commander stormed in the control room, and talked with colonel Black.
"Tell the techs to enter code 540674586-94585-CCD-938247." he said, dictating from his datapad.
"One of the tech entered the long serie of coding on his own data terminal, and smiled with a certain triumph on his face. He turned toward the colonel.
"We've got him, sir. It's the right code."
"Uncloak me this bastard and..."
The LSF commander shook his head,
"I wont suggest that. Whoever is commanding still has multiple vessel. We, only have one operational battleships while the other 3 are still struggling to get rid of invaders. We must take care of them, before showing our joker card."
--
Despite being nearly half less than the order troopers who boarded St-Mitchell, the 106th men were holding very well against the invaders. The teamwork was quite impressive, each soldiers supporting another in a very precise and synchronised way in such pattern that no one was exposed to firefight too long, each taking a careful and well placed shot to a target before ducking to let his comrade do the same, hence giving the impression they were actually as much as the order soldiers shooting at very constant interval.
But due to terrain advantage, the order was very hard to hit.
Plus, they were now cutting through the door leading to the prison sectors of the station - the gate toward core quadrant being too thick for their small plasma thrower.
:jimmy i need you to-- order uniform*he hard ofer the intruder alerms ,he drew his sidearm ready for anything"comeon ya order punks come get me"preww preww*shots rang out two guards down the hall,*bzzret bzzret*he rreturned fire hitting on in the chest the other in the head*abouyt 5 more shots shot over his head he dove behind a door frame blindfired a few rounds"wow these guys are serious" sevral minutes passed corpses layed on the floor "only 2 left one of em looks like a leutenant,and it looks like hes outta powercells i am too...*he cracked his knuckles and his neck and with a single hand tauntet him"come get me mano el mano,order scum"*he drioped into a fighting stance calling on his BAF training from his mother his martal arts non standard and the skills at the lsf academy*
Trinity was still in pain from the torture but knew somehow the general who unhooked her from the restraints was on her side at the time. She could barely pull a smile after a few minutes when she heard her brother was coming to get her.
--
"Get the wall cut we need to move! These marines are not part of the normal guards!" Travis commanded as his crew started kicking at the wall to bust it out. They finally succeeded and were now storming down another hall toward the prison cells."
Guessing the people of the St. Mitchell must get lost alot cause there was arrows everywhere saying where things were.
Making it to the cells that had the crew of the Trinity. They freed them and now were looking for Trinity. Travis stopped. Then did yet another thing his crew didnt expect.
"Leave!"
Travis said to the crew of Trinity and his own.
"Get off this station and get back on Tenabras. Power up her defenses and get ready to get out of here!"
Travis was just like the General of the Citadelle de Quebec skilled in both land and space.
Turning a corner toward the interrogation rooms he shot a guard and hid him. Taking his clothes. Amazing how they fit perfectly. He then put his uniform in another bag. He continued down the long hall. Shooting one guard or person after another trying to find where his sister was.
--
Back near the exit his crew along with the crew of Trinity met up again with the marines. This time the marines had to pull back. Seeing as how they were now outnumbered approximately 10-1.
The crew of both ships ran to the air lock of Tenabras and sealed it off.
"Get ready to get us out of here." Stephanie, second in command of Tenabras, said.
The ship stayed cloaked as they noticed the battle around them. There was no escape. All 4 invasion teams still not replying. Though from the lights flashing on 3 of the ships they knew the battles were still going.
--
Travis took another one last turn, down a dead end hall where he saw an LSF agent,jimmy, in a doorway pointing a gun at him. Though not firing seeing Travis was in a Liberty Uniform. Travis ran to him acting like a part of the St. Mitchell. He turned into the room and saw his sister and the General, who saw Travis for a second time.
Travis, having 2 blasters, then pointed one at the General, who was still holding Trinity up, and the other at jimmy
Trinity said one word that froze the intense moment.
"Travis...." With a smile on her face before she collapsed into the General's arms. In a coma.
A minute passed before Travis said.
"What did you do to her?" As calm as he possibly could without yelling.
*seeing the guns raised he glanced at his powercell"hmm 2 shots left mabye i can bluff`*hre thought to himself and said" hey now pal easy i wil lfire,now just set the gun down and we can talk this out or we can settle it the old fastioned way"*he kept the gun pointed at him"you go to shoot me whatsa to say the general wont shoot you you cant fire on us both,lets just be cool about it allright,nobdy else needs to die"*he held his ground as the general spoke he was ready to fire if needed and he was stil lin a somewhat fighting stance....*
Isabelle sighed slowly, still holding Trinity in her arms.
"Stand down, Jimmy. Leave us... alone for a little while. I can handle this."
She could see the man was quite hesitant to go - and maybe even wondering if she hadnt lost it.
"Patterson, this is an order coming from a naval general!"
He saw the man leave the corridor, still trailing his blaster on Travis.
She sighed, and looked down at Trinity.
"I haven't done much to her. I'm afraid her interogator did her a lot however."
She looked up at Travis, her cyan eyes steely, defiant as if challenging him to question if it was her who made the whole torture.
"However, I've got what I wanted, and I promised your sister her freedom. This will be your only chance to leave the prison, because let's be frank, my men will pick you off if you try to run off alone even in this uniform. And with an injured person, you are not passing unseen at all."
Isabelle suddenly froze. That is, unless the man took her hostage. She just noticed she had left her sidearm in her quarter. And despite her being very good at hand to hand combat, it would take some hell of a luck to beat in speed a laser bolt...
Nonetheless, she hoped the man hadnt thought the same.
"Take her with you. Go through corridor 89, then 76 and finally, 01. You will be back to the landing bay by a service corridor my men will not check - I will make sure of this through comm channel."
She looked down on Trinity, and pulled out of her own pocket the little medal Travis gave her sooner. She threw it to the man.
"I don't think I deserve this. Please, keep it. I'm not exactly proud for what your sister had to go through."
Isabelle finally looked up at Travis, and sighed,
"I must agree though, I have nothing to proove I am being honest."
--
Aboard all the other battleships, the last resistant of the order ivnaders were put under arrest or killed by ship security helped by the 106th men. Colonel Black looked at his tech, and nodded.
"Engaging cloak detection code. Optimal scanning range, begin."
Outside the station, four small scanner dishes began rotating on their respective axis, faster by the seconds as they searched for the Tenabras' cloaking signal.
According to the LSF commander, it wouldn't fail. He extracted it from commander Elation.
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