Schutzengel - Personal Logs

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Chapter 2: The Strangers
801 A.S

[font=Book Antiqua]Sound of an alarm woke up everyone in Freeport 9, "Code Red, Repeat, Code Red! Hostile Contacts on long range Scanners"
Ruben jumped out of his bed and ran to command platform, half the station were already there when he finally entered the room, and everyone were looking at Scanners anxiously. 10 Eagle Fighters were scouting Freeport perimeter in case Hostiles wanted to come close.
"This is Freeport 9 to multiple Hostile Vessels, Please turn around and leave this perimeter, or we will open fire!"
Everyone were anxiously waiting for unknown vessels to either start talking or leave without a word,
"Hostile ?! *Static*" After a few seconds, one of the ships was responding to transmission, "I don't know what *Static* talkin' about amigo, we *Static* caught in an IONStorm *Static* all systems *Static* malfunctioning. Requesting *Static* dock and repair ... "
One of the technicians checked one of the scanners and said "Commander, Readings show that they are Corsair Titan Fighters, but their Identification Registry is probably malfunctioning, should we grant them to dock ?"
"Sure, but scan them before letting them through airlocks, to make sure its not a trick" Commander answered.
"Ruben ?" Ruben heard a whisper and turned around to find The boy standing next to him, "What is going on ?" the boy asked, "Nothing son, that was a false alarm, Go back to bed" Ruben answered him with a smile.

Eight Months had past since destruction of Freeport 7, and Freeport 9 was deserted like past few months.
Half of the station were already sent to Gran Canaria, and the rest were staying just to make sure the Base is up and running to supply Research parties in neighboring Systems.
The boy, now spent much less time in the Bar, because there was no one to talk to anymore, so he spent most of his time Running Flight and Combat simulations and studying about faraway systems on the other end of the Sirius.
He kept trying to get some information about Destruction of Freeport 7, or anything about the rumors of some creatures called 'Nomads' that he had heard about in the bar a while back, but he had no luck with that, Nothing was one the News or any channel he could access.
He got up and went to other end of the room and lay on his bed, looking at the small Eagle hanging next to his bed, "I will fly away in one of these ... one day" he told himself before falling asleep ...

Ruben walked to his desk, picked up the Notepad and Started to read an entry he had written a few months ago,

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Asked Austin to look after my son for now, But changed my mind, I just cant let him go like that.
I can make sure he is much more safer if he is somewhere with me, The only problem is I cant leave this place,
this might sound cruel but then it means he has to stay here too.
Maybe we both become lucky and get out of this situation alive ...

----End of Log Entry #3----

Then scrolled back to first entry on the Notepad and read it over and over ... "We were lucky enough till now, Hope this luck stays with us till end of this trip" Ruben told himself.