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arvg · 11-15-2010, 03:32 PM,

The Flotilla of Coalition warships sat in the far flung and forgotten Omicron-64 system. A triad of Storms, forming a predatory screen around the RECON cruiser Kerimov, lurking, watching and waiting.

Clutching his mug of coffee in the oddly designed bridge of the Order vessel, Captain Ricardo Alvarez tried to wake up after the long night of tossing and turning aboard the uncomfortable confines of the Social Credit.

Across the bridge, sitting in the command chair looking equally as tired, Captain Levesque was reviewing data his science officer was showing to him on a tablet pc. Processing the all important data the ships had collected in trying to triangulate the alien transmission.

Sitting on a console, his feet dangling over the edge sat Lt. Colonel Razin, wearing a well worn sweater and hands wrapped around a steaming mug of toxic sludge that could only be Kerimov coffee. The former fighter-pilot turned coalition diplomat looked as exhausted as the rest of them, staring at the main screen that showed a surprising empty vista of nothing.

'Anything Comrada?' Alvarez inquired for the fifth time since starting his cup of coffee.

Leveque shot him a typically French stare of disgust at the Latino's stereotypical impatience.

Alvarez rolled his eyes, 'fine, hermano. I will go back to counting the stars with senor Razin.'

Razin's blue eyes sparkled with amusement, but he wisely chose to say nothing.

Alvarez shot him a withering look, before he took a seat at the oddly shaped Order weapons console, all done out in the ostentatious retro-Egyptian detailing that Alvarez found so annoying. Out of spite, he'd deliberately tipped over the bust of Nephritis that had sat in the men's head an hour before. There was something about a woman watching him pee that Alvarez found disturbing.

'This system's dead,' Alvarez muttered. 'There's nothing out here but ghosts and shadows.'

'That's probably the point,' Razin observed. 'At least Brooks and Santorini seem to be finding a way to occupy their time.'

On the scopes the two Odin fighters on CAP were racing each other around the NAV points. The Commander and the Lt. Commander putting each other through their paces in a mock duel. Making Alvarez regret not taking them up on a bit of flight time, they had an XKR prototype down in the hold, and he was anxious to take it out for a spin.

'We have a fix on a location,' Levesque reported. As the screen changed to a tactical display. The positional icons of the four coalition vessels at the time of the scan, each using the advanced Order RECON scanning system to triangulate the source of the signal, giving them a precise co-ordinate lock.

'Just in time,' Doctor XiaoBei stated in his usual dramatic fashion, walking out onto the bridge, his goggles up and smoking a cigarette, a mug of tea in his hands that he used to gesture at the screen. 'What are we waiting for Captains? Let's see what this fishing trip has uncovered, eh?'

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