Forsaken

[Whesto]

Durban Station was quiet, Whesto was having a conversation with the equipment dealer next to his Thresher vessel about primaries. Suddenly a loud transmission on the PA system made Whesto flinch. Yaren Base sent a distress call, our master was in need of assistance, in Omicron Nu?

Whesto made a mental note of the coordinates being yelled out and had them confirmed when he sat down in his cockpit of the cruiser. The information got his adrenaline going, an Overlord class? This is a dire situation. As the Thresher was ready in the docking bay, Whesto called for an assault group from the station, as well as a secondary pilot to handle the ship in case he had to abandon his station.

Whesto made haste to the airlock lobby and got his armor and weaponry, something he didn't use on patrol as a combat pilot usually, as it was too bulky for longer periods of piloting.

Five marines and the secondary pilot ran onto the Thresher and joined the cruiser's regular crew. Whesto suited up and strapped the combat helmet at the door of the cockpit . Within just a few minutes from the call, the engines roared and they set cruise for Omicron Nu. The ship linked up the comms with the other compatriots answering the call.

It was time for war.

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