Syana's breath came short as she stood on the bridge of the Comoros. She remembered when she had sat in that chair, flying it out of the dock it had been created in. So long ago... so many memories between then and now.
She looked at Hargreaves sat in the chair, perfectly composed. She admired him for that, always in control of the situation, despite the fact that they were possibly flying to their doom.
Masterson had sent 4 Argus's and a squadron of Pythos bombers with them, but Syana knew that wouldn't be enough if the R&D fleet was captured by the enemy. The Artermis had prototype antimatter weaponry that could cut through shields like a hot knife through butter. Granted, it could only fire a couple of those shots before running out of power, but if properly aimed, the Artemis could hit the Comoros's and the Pathfinder's reactor cores, setting off secondary explosions that would rip the two ships to pieces.
The Argus's too were armed with high speed flak cannons and razors that would rip the Pythos's to pieces before they got a chance to fight back.
She looked out the window, knowing they were drawing close. One of those Argus's was her old ship, the Trailblazer. How she missed that ship. With a roar the Comoros dropped out of Cruise speed, and a bright spotlight shot out from the front of the ship. Both Hargreaves and Syana leant forwards, looking out the wide window.
They waited while the spotlights worked, looking for the ships. After a couple of minutes, Syana held up a hand.
"Left!" she cried.
The man controlling the light nodded once, swinging the glow over to the left, and then... there. An incredible sight, 8 Argus's and the Artemis, mostly completed, sitting there in space.
Hargreaves waved his hand, and a man ran from the bridge, heading towards the hangar bays. A minute later freighters were en route to the ships.
Three minutes later they were on the communications.
"Sir! We're at the airlock and we can't get in without a code..."
Hargreaves looked at Syana, who nodded, tight lipped, and hit the communications button.
"This is Syana, hold the communicator to the door."
She waited a second as her order was carried out.
"Authorization code Syana-9-9-Red-Gamma-2, open."
A pause.
"The door is opening ma'am."
Hargreaves nodded.
"Proceed."
A second later, they heard gunfire.
"Looks like some random mercenaries sir, they're unorganized and won't last long."
On the viewscreen, they saw a small gunboat curve away from the station airlock, apparently the mercenaries ship. Hargreaves raised his hand again, and the tactical officer turned to his console. A razor shot, and a few volleys of the primary cannons left the gunboat exploding, and the bridge crew returned to listening to the communications.
A few minutes later the 9 ships started to break away from the station they were connected to. As the R&D fleet fell into formation, the station behind them self destructed, and with a small smile, Syana watched as they set a course for Jakarta. Everything was well.
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