Rising Son

[Fifty.]

California Minor looked no different than usual. Monotonous. John stood in his patrol ship and scanned anything that might pass by. Nothing. Nothing again. He pictured warm beaches and coconut trees, relaxing music and gentle breeze. His blinks became longer and longer.

*** ALERT ***

John suddenly woke up , nearly pressing the mine button on a Starflier passing by. He looked at the comms.
-What the.. ?!
The New York gate scanner showed a battletransport with outdated papers. What was more interesting was the cargo. Biological signatures. "That's never good."
The vessel was not registered by the lanes. Which meant one thing. He tapped the comms.
-This is Lieutenant Aryn, we have a possible slaver ship here. Ship class is battletransport, requesting SWAT backup. I want three bombers and a cargo ship at sector C5, block the anomaly there. Two bombers dispatched to the Cortez jump gate.
He stopped for a second to think.
- Group one at sector C5 block the anomaly and stop all vessels within range. Group two at the gate, stop all traffic and begin gate locking procedures.
" You aren't going anywhere.."