Renaissance

[Groshyr]

RNS Renaissance, Roussillon system
6th June, 743 AGS

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Antonin was sitting in a captain chair on the bridge of his Charlemagne-class battleship, the Renaissance. The Captain and his ship have had a long story and both just passed a great competition: they managed to survive where many died. It was not right to leave the bodies of dead people and hulls of destroyed ships there, in the Tau-44, but they had no other choice. Antonin understands this, as well as that the vermins, settled in the system, already plundering this fresh graveyard in seek for anything to sell or use as "military trophy". The voice of one of the officers has turned him away from his grim thoughts.

"Commandant," the middle-aged woman in Royal Navy uniform with signs of an aspirant rank on her shoulders. She had short golden hair, small, almost non-existent breast and thus looked like a femme boy more than an actual woman. - "We are reading incoming large signature at the very edge of the scanner's range. Friendly IFF confirmed. It is the Enclave, commandant."

Lusignan looked at her. She, like the rest of the crew, was not looking tired: the adrenaline that came in battle does not leave their blood yet. But the Commandant was sure - soon they all will be sleeping like babies when adrenaline effect shall run out. However, before this shall happen, they have to reach at least Rodez and dock the ship to it for quick repairs.

"As soon as we leave the minefield or reach the range for stable communication - try to establish a channel with them." - he answered after a few moments, spent in thought. - "That's all, aspirant, return to your post."

She briefly saluted to him and went back to her place on the bridge. Meanwhile, the ships kept following the path from the data package, provided to them by the Roussillon patrol fleet, moving closer and closer to the edge of the minefield, leaving the dangerous place behind them.

Meanwhile, Antonin was thinking that he would not mind coffee or better a few hours to be spent in bed but as soon as they reach the nearest communication buoy he shall send the report about losses, they suffered in Tau-44 to Enclave command. Such a prerogative does not make him happy.

"Commandant," - it was her again. Antonin barely could remember her name, but clearly remembered surname - Truchon. - "We are in the range. The signature was recognize - this is the Enclave warship, Ange Blanc. We have sent them a request to open the communication channel and waiting for the response."

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