Denelo was sitting in the middle of the training room on the GRCS Goldenflame. Most of the ship was asleep (besides the guards and the night shift scanning crew), but he was thinking. Almost all the highest ranking or former highest-ranking members of the Legion had had failed assassination attempts made on them. Someone was really determined to kill them off. Who could it be... The SCRA, the Corsairs, the Phantoms... all three of them instantly sprang to mind.
But there was a nagging thought in the back of his mind... That Junker they had imprisoned in Monterrey Base... but no, it couldn't be, as that madman had been locked up with no communication to the outside for months.
He stood and walked out to the hall, looking out a window, admiring the scenery of Vespucci. An excellent system to call home... America Base... Lane Hacker Sabres... the Magellan Jump Hole... a wing of Mantas and Sea Serpents... wait, a wing of Mantas and Sea Serpents?
Denelo hit the alarm button. The Night Crew stopped playing chess and flying in the simulators and ran to battle positions. Denelo took his place in the bridge. "Activate turrets! Prepare Cruise Disrupters! Engage all hostile targets!"
The massive Carrier began moving toward the wing of infiltrators, all it's guns blazing, as the hostile fighters ran for America Base. "Fat chance..." Muttered Denelo, and then louder: "Fire Cruise Disrupters!". Two Disrupters fired from the underside of the Carrier, stopping the infiltrators in their tracks. The ships were quickly obliterated.
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Later, in the Cargo Hold on the GRCS Goldenflame...
"Sir, we managed to tractor this one's escape pod." a pilot told the Executive Commander. "Good... very good. Thank you." was the reply. The Pilot walked off.
Denelo looked at the unconscious man in the prison cell. "Sleep well... tomorrow will be unpleasant." He muttered.
