The shattered edge

[Rodent]

Robert D'Souza's little office aboard Lisbon station was plain, and little-adorned. There was a plain table and chairs, made of matching mahogany wood. The walls were a dull drab steel, unadorned save for the Eye of Horus behind the table, and a picture of a woman opposite. There were a lot of consoles on the Table, and that was where Robert D'Souza now worked. The fighting man, now relegated to a backseat role. It still irked him, but dutifully he trudged on.

It was with practiced ease that he drew up yet another communications channel request addressed to him, but he was rather taken aback to see Premier Katz. The information he supplied was even more startling. Apparently they had found something of an alien nature, and were now asking for assistance.

Took you long enough to come to us with this He started with a smile. The humor faded from his voice as he continued though.

This is an interesting thing you have found, possibly another alien threat. The main question is, what kind of help do you require? We can send you a couple of troop transports loaded with Order marines, and scientists to investigate that wreck. We can also mobilise some of our bigger guns, if they are available. What do you need?