Forsaken

[Misha_Gottlich]

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[GREEN]... Incoming priority message... Transmitting: ...

''This is Sentinal Hawke, acting commander of the Perditrix, and I am taking command of the rescue mission of the Guildmaster. We are currently waiting on the edge of the Bikini Debris Field under the following Coordinates: 5384,3674. All ships on the way to Nu are ordered to meet up with us so we can coordinate the retrieval of Guildmaster Jack Daniels. Strix is currently trying to make contact with Daniels as we speak so we can ensure his safe return. Hawke out..''

Taden punched the coordinates into his Navmap and fired the cruise engines to full. He had just dropped into Omicron-Nu and immediately received the orders from the Perditrix. His Blacktip screamed at maximum velocity toward the rendezvous point. When the Mako class capital ship was in view Taden adjusted his trajectory and entered formation with the battle group. So far, response to the distress call seemed light, but he was certain that more pilots would rally to the Guildmaster's call.

"This is initiate pilot Taden Harrs, reporting for rescue detail. Is there any status on the Guildmaster or word on opposition forces?"

As Harrs waited for a response, he began a final check of his weapons systems and adjusted his ships power balance loadout. He also ran through a detailed inspection of his cybernetic systems. His suit was operating at full power and was at max power capacity as he was still tethered to his ships power system. He mentally fine tuned his augmentations, raising the strength and speed modifiers in his artificial limbs near their limits. He began to feed an artificial adrenaline, stimulant, and nerve calming chemical cocktail from the med-unit in his biosuit. Although he could feel the nerve agent doing its work, he still seethed with rage at the very thought of facing Infected scum! He clenched his fists on the controls of the Blacktip bomber, careful not to squeeze too hard with his mechanical left hand.

Taden sat in his cockpit poised and at the ready for action. He could practically taste the bloody/salty/sweet aroma of vengeance already!

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... The Battle is neigh at Hand...

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