A lesson in fighting Liberty

[Victoria Knight]

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826-07-28: SNS Detroit - Separatist Bison en route for Planet Weimar, Thuringia

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Victoria was going through the latest reports; another squadron lost. Many of her officers had difficulties adapting to the completely changed battlefield conditions since the very start. And in the end she'd been honest with herself and recognized that she was having similar issues. She hadn't been trained to lead a rebellion, an underworld mercenary group, a smuggling operation or whatever else people called them. Traitors, Separatists, Scum. She clenched her teeth.

Samantha Raynor	MIA - Dead or captured
James Zackary	MIA - Dead or captured
Michael Phillips	MIA - Dead or captured
Ronald Feakes	MIA - Dead or captured
Tom Boyd	Wounded - Dismissed from service

The solution had been a simple one. One they should have utilised much earlier. The BDM and its associated departments had plenty of experience fighting the Liberty armed forces. And while they did not have the same, weaker position as the Victoria's forces, they did have valuable intel. Intel she needed directly. It pained her to depart from her command center. To be detached from the daily business. It felt like abandoning her men and women who fought for the cause. Her command took quite some time to convince her.

There were some officers in the ship along with her. The enhanced escort detail would stay as well, in parts flown by squadron leaders. If someone had told her five years ago that she'd book schooling lessons from the MND's BDM to fight the Liberty Navy she'd have them sent to the medics.

"We're inbound to moor. BDM escorts are flanking us. ETA 30 Minutes." came through the intercom. She got up and rolled her neck. Every day she felt tense. Last week someone had asked her about her last day off. She'd reacted confused and only later on realized that she could not recall the last day she wasn't at work. Giving her people the option to breathe and get away from the fight had been one of her priorities when Marshall Station was operational.

Maybe it'd help to consider this as a break. There was nothing that could happen to her once they landed. Contact to HQ was limited and she would not be in charge of anything for the time being. While her mind was going through her mental list of things to do, she left her room and toward the eventual exit of the ship. Saluting her personnel on the way, never showing her worry and fears to them. She had to be strong for all of them. But Liberty's pressure was threatening to break her apart every day.