The Unknown

[Rodent]

Unknown-64, Deep Space.

The Sarcophagus hurtled through space, drives at maximum capacity, stealth and recon systems engaged.
A hive of commotion on the bridge. On a raised platform in the middle, Colonel Michal Golanski was conversing with Commander Allerton, the Navigator.

Colonel, we've been traversing up and down this sector for two weeks now. Nothing, except the harassment of nomad patrols. What are we doing here?

Commander, the nomad patrols are exactly why we're here. We all know Iota can't be their sole hideout, but we cannot penetrate any further in force. This is the best alternative. This sector has seen the most nomad activity we can get a finger on, so something's going on in this system. Is that understood?

Yes sir! Allerton crisply salutes and walks off. Golanski watched him go, and rubbed his forehead. This was a fruitless search, yet he was committed. A thorough recon of this system would get him something, he was sure. Pressing a few buttons patched him into the ship intercom.

Crew, this is the Colonel. Prepare for Recon sweep. Pressly, start a probe sweep. Allerton, plot a system wide course, Running silent as usual, you know the drill. Get to work!

There was a commotion, shouts of "Yes Sir!" and "At it, Sir!" as Golanski leaned into his seat. Normally action was bad, as it usually meant death and loss of many dear ones, and a lot of sorrow, but now he itched for action. The waiting tired him.

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The simulator, down in Engineering was on, a man inside it. Santos Bolevara grunted with effort as he worked out inside the Simulator. Ships did not allow the kind of space needed for intensive workouts, so this was the best substitute. Finallly, he came out, dressed in a tracksuit and drenched in sweat, when he heard the announcement.

Great, more roaming around empty systems with nothing to do. This is worse than babysitting Benford while she's on her period.... His thoughts went back to that time. Maybe not.

At least he was staying in shape. Usually he was commanding the Sarcophagus, but with the Colonel in command, not much remained to him except to stay in shape and make sure the Marine teams were not caught napping if needed.

Reminds me. Got to get them all in simulators for a test run. He walked off, scarcely expecting anything out of the ordinary.