Are you a Robot?

[James Greed]

828 A. S. | July 24. | 4:04 AM.

There was something unusual to this alert. In all my years serving as a patrol pilot, the dispatch was just a bit more lax. You had more than a couple of minutes to get to your vessel, and organize your squadron outside. This time we had 5 minutes. In 5 minutes all of us were already out and formed on our squadron leader, headed towards the perceived location of a distress call.

Our squadron consisted of five ships. Three Ospreys and two Vultures. The patrol lead being one of the Ospreys, while I piloted on of the Vultures. The fact that any of these hybrid bombers were deployed meant that there might be heavier resistance ahead of us.

Radio chatter was at a minimum, the atmosphere was a lot more tense than usual. Nobody wanted to be the first to break the silence. Some two minutes later, our flight leader played a recording. The distress call we were sent out to investigate.

This is Livadia Patrol 6. We are under heavy fire by unidentified AI ships. If anyone can hear us, send reinforcements! Our cordinates are Bravo five posit̷i̶o̵n̵-̸-̸-̵-̸-̵-̴-̶-̴-̷-̴-̸-̶

The message was cut off. Our group headed in the general direction of the transmission.