Take us Home as we go

[Erremnart]

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The battle cruiser Roanoke was slowly approaching the wormhole to Ontario. The communications antenna was still out of service, there were several places on the armoured hull where armour panels had been punctured or torn off by ice and rock fragments, and the main battery on the bow was damaged by debris from the fighter battle around the battlecruiser.
Grant's men began preparing the hangar for the Cobra's assisted landing - the tractor beams and beacons were fortunately undamaged and still operational.


Virginia nodded slowly to Thorn, "Tell Cobra or whoever is your superior my thanks.", and turned to her remaining officers - well, it was better than she had expected after all - all but the hardliners had survived, though some now needed medical attention, and possibly surgery. Carefully sweeping the shards off her chair herself, she sat up, nodding to the NCO who had come in with the first aid kit and began treating the cuts caused by the falling glass.
Virginia picked up the intercom receiver and decided to speak to the crew, "Crew, this is your Captain speaking - the ship is under our control. Emergency medical facilities will be set up in the officers and crew messes - if you need treatment, head there. We are free...", she paused for a moment and sighed with relief, "We are free and the ship is ours. We won.".

She imagined taking control of the ship simpler, much simpler. In the end, more of the crew had turned against her than she had originally included in her plans. Without their new allies, neither she nor anyone on the bridge would survive, that much was clear beyond the sun.
Virginia reached for an aromatic cigarette and lit it, "Wormhole ahead, prepare the ship for wormhole passage, close all bulkheads. Ops - lower the Liberty Insurgency flag and try to get the emergency antenna operational, we'll need to make hails.".


The crew on the Roanoke began closing and securing the large bulkheads, obviously taking into account the flow of wounded towards the field medics, and as soon as the last bulkheads were locked, the ship entered the wormhole.
The hull of the ship began to creak and groan as the gravitational forces of the wormhole strained it. The ice-damaged outer bulkheads even reported a loss of pressure as the hull plating loosened somewhere and energy flickered through the lightly shielded secondary systems.
The ship left wormhole in Georgian Ice Field and the navigation systems showed a vector to their destination - Fort Ramsey, their new home.

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