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officer's console, data pad in defense. He was one of the few Terran officers that had survived the initial Novokin Alliance attack and subsequently had been conscripted into their military along with Liam. He despised his Novokin overlords as much as Liam did. He was one of the few crew members left he trusted.
"Captain," he whispered, "that matter you had me looking into, listening for – there's been a hit. Two hits in fact."
Liam cocked an eyebrow. He had set this man to his task covertly, and it seemed that he had made the right choice. "Where?" Liam asked, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. He leaned in so that their conversation wasn't broadcast across the entire bridge.
"One appears to have been a regeneration facility on Clussera 3, Captain," the young officer reported. He tapped a few more keys on his console. "It appears that was last night. The other is from the mining colony on an asteroid in the outer rim."
"When was this?" Liam's voice was devoid of its usual mirth.
"The second was less than thirty minutes ago Sir."
He knew Caspia far too well to believe she was attacking hospitals and defenseless miners. Orders be damned! He most definitely would get to the bottom of this. Spinning around, Commander Liam spouted off orders all the way back to his chair.
"Set a course for the mining colony."
Liam watched the helm officer key in the coordinates provided by the communications officer. He dropped into the captain's chair. This time his posture rigid and his keen senses aware of everything and everyone around him.
"Leave all channels open as we approach. I want to hear everything that's going on in that sector," he ordered the trusted young officer. The fierce Protectorate Captain that had gone soft under Novokin rule was rearing its mighty head once again. He swiveled one last time back to the helmsman. His balled fist slammed down on his armrest punctuating his final declaration.
"Get us there yesterday."
Chapter 12
"That's one big bastard," Lieutenant Dodson whistled.
The entire nineteen member crew of the Razor had gathered on the bridge. We all stood in silent awe as the massive Novokin Jarl class warship rose in front of us. A giant black nebula swallowed the stars. An obvious portent of our immediate future, or lack thereof. Its mass even eclipsed the mining colony below, shrouding it from its sun.
"They're hailing us Captain." Jaxx barely looked at his consul, unable to pull his eyes from the view screen.
"Alright people, spread out and look less impressed by the giant death machine," I commanded. The nonessential to the bridge personnel could watch from my adjacent situation room. When I finally shooed everyone into position, I nodded to Jaxx. "Let's see who we’re dealing with."
An image materialized on the left half of the screen. A striking man with long angular features and cold, amethyst eyes shrouded in darkness was smirking at us. A full head of perfectly coiffed black hair complemented his tightly trimmed beard like he was trying to tell us his day job might be soldier, but his real work was fashion model. The telltale light purple hue of his skin denoted him as being Novokin. The five golden bars gleaming on the stiff collar of his military uniform revealed his rank as Captain. The smirk screamed sheetek.
"Greetings illegal Protectorate ship. I am Captain Veldar Asmot, Commander of this ship, the Harbinger.” He regarded me with an appraising look that twisted my gut. “If I'm not mistaken you must be the infamous Captain Caspia Jones, are you not?”
“Yes I am and you must be the I've-never-heard-of-you Ass-mot." I deadpanned.
For a flitting moment a glint of pure malice flashed in the void filling his dark eyes.
His face strained to unveil perfect, white teeth. “It's so nice to finally meet you, Caspia Jones." He meant the omission of my title as an insult. Just looking at the maniacal psychopath made me feel dirty like I had just bathed in a fetid
"Captain," he whispered, "that matter you had me looking into, listening for – there's been a hit. Two hits in fact."
Liam cocked an eyebrow. He had set this man to his task covertly, and it seemed that he had made the right choice. "Where?" Liam asked, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. He leaned in so that their conversation wasn't broadcast across the entire bridge.
"One appears to have been a regeneration facility on Clussera 3, Captain," the young officer reported. He tapped a few more keys on his console. "It appears that was last night. The other is from the mining colony on an asteroid in the outer rim."
"When was this?" Liam's voice was devoid of its usual mirth.
"The second was less than thirty minutes ago Sir."
He knew Caspia far too well to believe she was attacking hospitals and defenseless miners. Orders be damned! He most definitely would get to the bottom of this. Spinning around, Commander Liam spouted off orders all the way back to his chair.
"Set a course for the mining colony."
Liam watched the helm officer key in the coordinates provided by the communications officer. He dropped into the captain's chair. This time his posture rigid and his keen senses aware of everything and everyone around him.
"Leave all channels open as we approach. I want to hear everything that's going on in that sector," he ordered the trusted young officer. The fierce Protectorate Captain that had gone soft under Novokin rule was rearing its mighty head once again. He swiveled one last time back to the helmsman. His balled fist slammed down on his armrest punctuating his final declaration.
"Get us there yesterday."
Chapter 12
"That's one big bastard," Lieutenant Dodson whistled.
The entire nineteen member crew of the Razor had gathered on the bridge. We all stood in silent awe as the massive Novokin Jarl class warship rose in front of us. A giant black nebula swallowed the stars. An obvious portent of our immediate future, or lack thereof. Its mass even eclipsed the mining colony below, shrouding it from its sun.
"They're hailing us Captain." Jaxx barely looked at his consul, unable to pull his eyes from the view screen.
"Alright people, spread out and look less impressed by the giant death machine," I commanded. The nonessential to the bridge personnel could watch from my adjacent situation room. When I finally shooed everyone into position, I nodded to Jaxx. "Let's see who we’re dealing with."
An image materialized on the left half of the screen. A striking man with long angular features and cold, amethyst eyes shrouded in darkness was smirking at us. A full head of perfectly coiffed black hair complemented his tightly trimmed beard like he was trying to tell us his day job might be soldier, but his real work was fashion model. The telltale light purple hue of his skin denoted him as being Novokin. The five golden bars gleaming on the stiff collar of his military uniform revealed his rank as Captain. The smirk screamed sheetek.
"Greetings illegal Protectorate ship. I am Captain Veldar Asmot, Commander of this ship, the Harbinger.” He regarded me with an appraising look that twisted my gut. “If I'm not mistaken you must be the infamous Captain Caspia Jones, are you not?”
“Yes I am and you must be the I've-never-heard-of-you Ass-mot." I deadpanned.
For a flitting moment a glint of pure malice flashed in the void filling his dark eyes.
His face strained to unveil perfect, white teeth. “It's so nice to finally meet you, Caspia Jones." He meant the omission of my title as an insult. Just looking at the maniacal psychopath made me feel dirty like I had just bathed in a fetid
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