Flectere Si Nequeo Superos..

[Kaze]

"... Acheronta movebo."

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Her eyes devoured the words from the open book that was now being held in her hands. The lights flickered as the military transport shuttle shook, something that sliced the conversation between her marine 'escorts', courtesy of Edmund Steiner, no doubt.

Kaze Dagon continued to read, unfazed, as she was used to space travel, where debris, rock and dust could very well be in the path of spaceships. Moving at furious speeds, the shield would normally absorb the kinetic energy to allow a smooth ride. However bigger debris had more mass and managed to exchange that energy with the ship and bump them somewhat.

While normally this voyage would take an hour at most, Kaze Dagon ordered the pilot to forgo trade-lanes and to transform this simple transport detail into a shadow run, away from the normal routes. Three hours in, the military shuttle finally came into view of the HMS York, the veritable tip of the spear in the defense of New London, and also her seat when she was Commodore and Executive Commander of the 8th Resistance Fleet.

The shuttle inner warning lights turned red, signaling the approach to the York, urging the passengers to fasten their security harnesses and to stow away everything that was loose. She sighed, closing the book, and caressed the leather hard cover, finally placing it inside her military backpack. Books, while not a rarity, were seen as remnant of the old days. The ones that indeed were rare were the unique ones that made the travel from Sol, capable of being valued in the hundreds of millions of credits. This one however was quite the recent copy of such one, with the original being part of the Bretonian Crown regalia.

She leaned her head back and looked through the blast window, her eyes fixed at the York. It has been a week since she left New London, a week where she did her utmost best to guarantee that the Resistance would be sucessful. And alive when all of this ended.

"Acheronta movebo."

Kaze Dagon whispered to herself as the lights began to strobe, the final signal that this voyage was about to end.

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[08:11 PM] Dusty Lens said: Well in that case. NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKE & #SAVAGE & #STORIES