Fallen Grace

[Mercarryn]

Taba Border Station
Omicron Mu
Five Days before Fallen Grace

"Verdamned, zhis paperwork seems to grow more and more..." Enrico rubbed his face, so he was not able to see the paper in his office. Or at least that little bunk he called his office. Space on Taba was in short supply since so many members of the Order were living there to protect Omicron Mu from any threat, be it the K'Hara or the Guild Core.

He looked at his watch. 15:00 Sirius standart time. Not much time left until he wanted to head to the meeting between Admiral Golanski and the representatives of both the Phoenx and Obsidian Zoetic zoners.
"At least I will be relieved from zhis" he mumbled.

A little flashing light turned on at the computer console on the right side of his desk. A message had been sent to him. After inserting his acceptance code, the transmission was broadcasted on a monitor.
The quality was not that good, a result of the distance and the secured relay stations the transmission had covered.

"Hmm, interesting. Zhe Union Corse. Something I had not expected to hear from so soon again." Since Taskforce One Four One had been able to establish a few contacts within Gallia, Davids had been of the opinion that the most reliable source there would have been the Maquis.
But now it was the Corse again, that were about to provide information for him.

He watched the transmission and his eyes widened when Casimir Logarus showed him the nomad.
Unbelievable, but it seemed like that the vision, d'Autoine had received from the K'Hara was about to become true: Gallia being the next target of the nomads for control.

He leaned back in his chair to think of his current possibilities for the next ten minutes.
Then he put his idea into action. Though it would mean to abandon the meeting with Golansky and the zoners.

General Logarus, Commander Davids hier.

We have to meet. And this quite fast. Can you set up a secure location?
And it would not hurt if I can have talk with a representative of the Colonial forces as well.

Let's say... - he looked at the astronomical map of the Sirius sector -
How about Baffin? Do you know how to get there?

Davids out.

Part one was done, now for the next one, Enrico thought. He pushed another button at his console to open up an internal frequency.
Five seconds later the monitor showed a young woman looking straight at him with her green yes. She was wearing here black hair open as always. The young woman knew how to use her beauty to baffle her opponents if needed. And that was the reason why she was so usefull to Davids and the order taskforce.

"Commander", she nodded once.
"Sefegiru, I have ein job for you," was Davids' reply. "Interceptor wing has to get ready. And mark #5 for me."
Sefegiru looked at her commander in disbelief.
"Sir, are you sure you should get involved in this? I can handle it was well if necessary."
"Thank you for your offer, but there are certain things that have to be take care of by meinself. Davids out."

With this he closed the channel again.

Leaning back again, the commander of Taskforce One Four One reviewed this new situation.
The nomads somehow had been able to get control over the Gallic king. Either due infestation or indirectly by manipulation. And both variations would lead to a horrific scenario. Especially if one also considered all the stories about the Gallic Naval forces and their strength.
Something the order had neglected as the Gallic invasion into Sirius had been seen as just another war beween the houses of Sirius.
But now with the proof of nomad involvement, the Order could not deny that Gallia was about to become a new player in the war between mankind and K'Hara.