The Birth of Terror (inRP) (FO)

[Johnathan Nox Carter]

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Coronado, orbit of planet Yuma ::: 900 hours

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Nyx pilot: "Jester squad, on patrol. We're firing up the cruise engines!"
Comms officer: "Roger that, Red Jester. Good hunting! Sabah, out."

Three Nyx fighters fly away from Sabah Shipyard and start their routine scouting trip.

The emptiness of space is as quiet as always, the Malachite stands firmly in the planet's orbit while Yuma feels like nothing more than a tranquil oasis. In the meantime, Sabah has been in an uproar since morning. The most nervous people are the C.D.I. engineers, running around like crazy trying to set up bays three to eight.
What's most odd is that the carrier docking bays have also been emptied, even though some of the fleet's Zephyrs may still need repairs.

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Coronado, Sabah Shipyard, bay V ::: 900 hours

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Forklifts move from place to place, making more and more room through a rather crowded hall, usually used for ship maintenance.

A blonde man comes down from one of the cosways and yells "We expect the Director of the Uniformed Forces and his boys to be here any minute now. Get those crates out of here. Oh, and someone bring me a table near this corner here. We'll set it up as the coordination area."
Moments later, Erik crosses his arms and looks around. In his mind, he can only think how excited he (and everyone) actually is. But, excitement or not - there's plenty of work to be done. As soon as he has a table set up, he sends one of the crew guys to bring the papers from his office.

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