Office of the Rear Admiral

[Rodent]

Wait and watch. That was what he had been doing for so many long months. Wait and watch, as the wheel of time turned, and developments took place. He had studiously read the reports brought in from various quarters, from the Wedjat, from field personnel, from agents on the line of duty and elsewhere.

The tidings were sad, and gloomy for the most part. An entire squadron of ships lost in the Walker Nebula. Vizier wing unable to cope with the gargantuan rise in the number of infected wilde vessels, most of the original people assigned there had returned in bodybags. The Arsephes taking a number of critical hits in a surprise maneuver by the Guild Core, and was stuck in Evora, where they were unable to find enough hull panels to repair the holes, and were using old scrap metal instead.

Atum's location had nearly been compromised, if the navy had managed to pinpoint it then, it would be a devastating blow. Wedjat agents were bringing rumors of a massive attack by the new house, Gallia. He dreaded the rumors, if they were true, then a new threat to humanity would emerge, from within itself. The Order was failing, and there was nothing he could do about it, except wait and watch.....