A Ray of Hope

[Promotheus]

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⧫ Combat Log 21-04-827. A.S.
⧫ A Ray of Hope
⧫ [REDACTED]
⧫ 17:45 Sirius Time.
⧫ ENCRYPTION: Classified[V]

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Preparations and arrival

It had been over seven months since the Overwatch had renewed communications with the Fifth fleet of Liberty.
Recent developments in the Omicrons had proven that the Nomads were on the rise once more, a threat that
the Houses of Sirius and Gallia seemed all too eager to ignore to focus on their infighting.

Fortunately the Fifth fleet proved receptive, cooperation and trust had grown steadily over time during combined maneuvers
in the Omicrons. Still, neither side could have possibly predicted their cooperation would have led to this.

Solandros, a Colonel of the Order Overwatch stood at the bridge of the Osiris class vessel Zagazig.
"We just received word from the Fifth. They're ready to start the operation. How long until we arrive at the rendezvous point?"
A young lady with dark brown hair stepped towards him, a datapad in hand.
"We'll be in the Omicron Minor system momentarily sir, we are waiting
for confirmation from the forward scouts that the path is clear."

For the plan to work, the Zagazig had to look rundown; a near wreck without advanced systems like a cloaking device.
Claiming to have found an operational capital ship like an Osiris was already an unbelievable stroke of luck after all,
if technology was onboard that the Order most certainly would have reclaimed then no doubt suspicion would be cast on their Libertonian friends.
Without a cloaking device however, the ship was particularly vulnerable for an ambush.

"Very well, take us in as soon as we get the green light from the scouts."

Several bastets flew past the Zagazig, their cloaks activating as they moved in position to travel through the jump hole.
Additional reinforcements to secure the operation zone from Nomad and Core intrusion
An hour passed, the Colonel staring at the jump hole infront of the Zagazig as if expecting Nomads to burst through at any moment
until finally the silence was broken.

"This is Delta-3, operation zone is clear. You have a go Colonel."
Solandros took a deep breath and nodded; showt time. He reached for the intercom and addressed the crew:
as dark blue lights filled each deck of the ship, a loud siren preceding his words.

"All hands to your stations, this is a black alert. The operation is a go."
Shortly after the siren went silent and the Zagazig jumped towards the Omicron Minor system.

Omicron Minor served as a grim reminder to every Order agent of the terrible fate that awaited humanity
if the Nomads were allowed to run rampant. The burning planet of Toledo the very center of a massive graveyard.
The Colonel couldn't help but stare in the direction of the smoldering remains of the former Order homeworld, taking
a moment to pay his respects as the Zagazig moved into position.

"This is Solandros. The Zagazig is in the system, all wings report in."
"Delta wing is in position."
"Bravo wing is watching from the shadows."
"Gamma wing is in position sir."
"The Dawnbreakers are in position, can't believe we got put on guard duty."

With a slight smirk on his face Solandros shook his head and instructed the Zagazig move into position.
Maneuvering the astroids and wrecks in the system always proved a bit of a challenge, though years of experience ensured they
arrived at the rendezvous point without much delay.

Solandros let out a sigh and sat down, sending a highly encrypted signal before saying:
"And now we wait."

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