Twilight Of Peace

[Kane]

Krieg just glared at the pair of them. Without a word, he walked over to the Chancelor and picked her up gently. With that he walked back to to the boarding craft and the doors slid shut. Either as a final parting shot, or due to the design, when the shuttle blasted off it left the hole that it used for entry. Atmo howled out the ragged puncture for a few seconds before blast doors sealed off the med bay, leaving Dab and Alpha in the hallway. The alarm still screached, indicating that they only had a short time to get off the station.

The shuttle flew backwards, and the gunner crew that trained the Battle Razor on the shuttle knew they would never hit it. Not with how fast it moved, and if they fired then the whole of the Rhinland fleet would be on them in a flash.

With the shuttle safely tucked away within the massive confines of the flagship, the Rhinland fleet moved on. The destination was still Anchorage, but now it wasn't about healing the Chancelor. It was to repair damage, watch over the Chancelor, and to end the war with Liberty. A fleet that massive, poised at the heart of Liberty was a threat they would never be able to ignore. And with most of their fleets still engaged with Rhinland in Texas, Bering, and Hudson, it would be checkmate for Liberty.

The Chancelor was given a quick examinaton, bandages were placed over the wounds still healing, and they left her alone with Krieg in the medical wing. She was in bed, now sleeping softly. Krieg just sat close by, sending what he hoped were good thoughts her way; the speaches she gave, her plans for a better Rhinland, and above all, the indication she had a brother who was very alive and well.

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The Black Legionairs on the AW flagship had finaly grouped in the docking bay once more, and hearing about what was going on, crushed the detonater and just took a transport. The bombs on the reactor would not detonate, unless somebody who wasn't part of a demo team tried to tamper with them.

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