The Reunion

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..."But their protomatter signature is different to ours!"
Doctor James was whispering harshly with Marcus as Admiral Wilder entered the bridge.
"So what did I miss?" He stopped before Admiral Scarman, looking inquisitive.
"We have company," Marcus stood upright, looking over at Wilder. He then turned back to the Doctor, "We still havent identified the protomatter type for this universe as of yet, don't go drawing conclusions based on no evidence. They could be as lost as we are."
"I don't know Admiral," Lucas said from beside his station beside the command chair, "There is something about them that just strikes me as odd,"

"Well for one its obvious they are some kind of pirate come raider band," James protested more, a level of panic rising in his voice.
"Calm down Harry," Marcus eased him, "We are fully armed and operational Battlecruiser and they are a small handful of fighters. Even if the push came to shove, I'm confident in our combat capabilities when faced with strengths such as theirs."
"You shouldn't be too overconfident in yourself Admiral," Wilder advised as Doctor James exited the bridge, "I know a good number of occasions when a mere handful of pilots have brought down the toughest of capitalships."
"I understand all too fully Jayce," Marcus replied in low tones, "However I need to keep some sort of morale, it appears this rabble of fighters has been following us for some time in some sort of stealth mode. I have no idea what their intentions are, and for the moment I am going to feign ignorance. Something tells me though that they arent here for a party."

"Still, precautions must be made. Is there any way I can be of assistance?" Wilder asked.
"I appreciate the offer, but there is nothing you can do but wait like the rest of us. If conflict arises, then I could use your combat experience. Are you experienced with a fighter?"
Wilder gave Marcus a toothy grin. "Is that a joke?"
"Excellent," Marcus returned the grin, "You can be getting up to speed with our compliment of fighters and clocking some simulator time then. You may or may not have come across the ASF-X2 Typhoon, but if you want to help us, I suggest you go take a look at the specs."
"I'll get right on it," Wilder gave Marcus a smart salute and turned to leave. Marcus halted him before he could go however and gave him an equally immaculate salute in return. Wilder smiled and nodded before leaving the bridge.
"Maybe you ought to clock some time in the simulators too Marcus," Victoria said from the helm. "Its been a while since you've flown a Typhoon too."
"Thank you for the advice Captain, I'll make my way down to the hangar bay shortly. Marcus sat down in his command seat.

Victoria grinned and spun her seat around, "Nice, I'll join you if you don't mind."
Marcus looked at her for a moment, Wilder's words of wisdom flashing through his mind. He finally spoke.
"No, you remain on the bridge at the helm, Lucas will fly with me."
Victoria's grin dropped to a look of dismay and finally annoyance. She turned back to the console with an air of stung dignity. Marcus watched her turned back for several moments before turning his attention to the readout on the arm of his chair and began idly accessing different data streams.

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