Remnants and Fallout

[arvg]

The Coalition officers on the Hispania watched the Coalition ships do battle. The strength and power of the SCRA eclipsing the Sol Coalition's might in brilliant flares of light. And with them, died the Sol Coalition's ambitions of ever stopping the sleeper ships.

The Hispania's great drives had engaged, leaving the Resurgency and the Coalition warships behind as it roared back up to speed.

Alvarez gripped onto the arms of the command chair as he nodded to one of his sub-lieutenants. The Lieutenant depressing the trigger of the detonator, blowing a great hole in the drive section in a massive conflagration of fire and molten steel.

The Hispania pitched like a wild buffalo that had been bitten by a crocodile, the Coalition crew were hurled around inside like rag dolls, as the Hispania veered off of course, trailing debris as the other engines dumped more power into the acceleration, one of them flickering and burning out.

Alert klaxxons blared throughout the Hispania, as Alvarez picked himself up from the deck, looking at the survivors.

"To the stasis pods," he called, pushing them towards the doors, as consoles overloaded and exploded, sealing the fate of the Hispania to the course that Doctor XiaoBei had destined for them.

Rushing through the decks, the scattered Coalition crew clambered into the pods, each securing themselves as the pods cycled through their hibernation cycle, the air in the great ship escaping through the massive hole in the hull, it was like battling through a hurricane.

Alvarez found his pod, getting into it as he lifted the TAC-link.

"Resurgency..." he called above the din. "We're in the stasis pods... I... I have no words... tell my father... if he ever exists... that I am doing my duty."

The pod sealed around him, and the hibernation cycle began.

The Hispania careened through space, its crew and the intruders locked in an endless slumber while the ship began to die.

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