An old friend's revenge

[Lanakov]

"Well then, we shall comply."

The Man ordered his fleet around his own vessel and they headed to the Cortez jump hole, following the Colonials instructions closely. Upon reaching the hole, he reached several contacts through a secure frequency.

"We must change our plans. Vanguard squads will have to enter through the backdoor. We'll open it as soon as the jump hole sequence is initiated. Perfect timing, or we're all dead."

As the fleet started to jump, four small crafts engaged their cloaking devices and left the fleet, while their radar signatures showed them as jumping along with the rest of the ships.

"Sir, the ghosting process has been activated and our ships have left the main fleet. We're running calculations to see if it's..."

"Don't waste your time with those calculations, commander" said the Tide with a dismissal gesture. "We would all be long gone by now if it hadn't worked perfectly, you can trust my word on that."

The officer didn't seem reassured one bit, but at least his boss was right ; they were still in one piece, and the final objective, although somewhat delayed, seemed still attainable.

Aboard the four, three-seated crafts that were approaching the planet, silence was maintained ; they could take no risks, and mere chatter could have betrayed their position. The people onboard knew this. They had been trained in all sorts of sneaky operations : sabotage, infiltration, data collection... And harassment, which was about to prove very useful in the upcoming events.

The four ships broke formation when they entered the atmosphere, each of them moving to surround the crash site through a cardinal points pattern.
The trap was laid down.

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