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in innocuous places.”
“Hold on a moment,” Oni said, putting all the
holograms on pause while she keyed another comm channel. “This is Archon Oni-081 to any Knights of Quenar vessel or unit in the
system. Please respond.”
She wasn’t sure she’d get a response, but after a
short delay a single ship appeared on sensors far up in planetary orbit away
from all the fighting.
“What is it that you require, Archon?”
“Do you have troops on the surface?”
“You requested that we not take part in the invasion,
and we have honored that request. We are only here to observe, and had you not
contacted us directly we would not have revealed ourselves.”
“We’re picking up surface fighting but no one is
claiming responsibility for it.”
“Do you require our assistance?”
“Not militarily. Do you have any knowledge of who is
down there?”
“No outsiders have been detected.”
Oni raised an eyebrow. “How close have you gotten?”
“Close enough,” he said, suggesting to Oni that they
had more than one ship hidden in the system, for at this one’s current position
they couldn’t get very good readings of surface activity save for the large
explosions resulting from the Trinx warfleet.
“Thank you,” she said, ending that communication and
putting the fleet commanders back on. “There appears to be no visible sign of
an invading army.”
“Based on what surveillance?” the Domu asked.
“The Knights of Quenar are here, as you probably saw,”
she added as their ship disappeared again. “But they claim to be observing only
and they haven’t spotted anyone else involved.”
“There are other races with considerable stealth
technology that have shown up in the Preserve,” the cyborg pointed out. “And
from orbit it is almost impossible to pick out such things on surface streets,
let alone in buildings.”
“Granted. What are the odds that this is Trinx
fighting Trinx?”
That possibility left all the fleet commanders
stunned, with no one offering a response.
“A possibility that we have to consider,” Oni finally
added, “but not one that I’m convinced of. Recommendations as to how we
proceed?”
“This is surface activity and therefore doesn’t affect
our immediate goals,” the cyborg deduced. “We do not deviate from plan until we
are in a position to assault the planetary shield generators.”
“Agreed,” the Bpret echoed.
“Are any of your boarding parties having trouble?”
“Given that your troops are doing most of the
fighting,” the Jonstar said with mild objection, “we have taken nothing more
than light casualties, and I am speaking for the whole of us on retrieval
duty.”
“Define ‘light?’”
“A few minor injuries resulting from facility damage.
Your ability to incapacitate their troops so easily is to be commended.”
“We’ve had a lot of practice,” Oni stated. “We
continue with operations here and monitor the planet. If any of you spot the
other faction in this ground battle I want to know immediately. Patience is key
here, let’s exercise it and keep picking off their defenses slowly as we see
what develops below.”
“Shall we deploy scouts to the other planets?” the Dati
asked.
Oni nodded. “Good idea. Snoop around but don’t
engage.”
“We will handle it,” he said before others could
volunteer.
“Alright then, let’s get back to work.”
3 weeks later…
Oni was in her command ship’s sanctum when word came
through, delivered via another Archon that interrupted her automated sparring
session. She shut down the robotic opponents and headed straight to the bridge
not caring that she was dripping with sweat. When she into linked into the
nexus she found a Trinx hologram waiting for her and she regarded the red-skinned
alien quizzically.
“I’m listening,” she said stiffly.
“Will you allow negotiation?”
Oni raised an eyebrow. “The Yisv already tried to
negotiate and were rebuffed. What has
“Hold on a moment,” Oni said, putting all the
holograms on pause while she keyed another comm channel. “This is Archon Oni-081 to any Knights of Quenar vessel or unit in the
system. Please respond.”
She wasn’t sure she’d get a response, but after a
short delay a single ship appeared on sensors far up in planetary orbit away
from all the fighting.
“What is it that you require, Archon?”
“Do you have troops on the surface?”
“You requested that we not take part in the invasion,
and we have honored that request. We are only here to observe, and had you not
contacted us directly we would not have revealed ourselves.”
“We’re picking up surface fighting but no one is
claiming responsibility for it.”
“Do you require our assistance?”
“Not militarily. Do you have any knowledge of who is
down there?”
“No outsiders have been detected.”
Oni raised an eyebrow. “How close have you gotten?”
“Close enough,” he said, suggesting to Oni that they
had more than one ship hidden in the system, for at this one’s current position
they couldn’t get very good readings of surface activity save for the large
explosions resulting from the Trinx warfleet.
“Thank you,” she said, ending that communication and
putting the fleet commanders back on. “There appears to be no visible sign of
an invading army.”
“Based on what surveillance?” the Domu asked.
“The Knights of Quenar are here, as you probably saw,”
she added as their ship disappeared again. “But they claim to be observing only
and they haven’t spotted anyone else involved.”
“There are other races with considerable stealth
technology that have shown up in the Preserve,” the cyborg pointed out. “And
from orbit it is almost impossible to pick out such things on surface streets,
let alone in buildings.”
“Granted. What are the odds that this is Trinx
fighting Trinx?”
That possibility left all the fleet commanders
stunned, with no one offering a response.
“A possibility that we have to consider,” Oni finally
added, “but not one that I’m convinced of. Recommendations as to how we
proceed?”
“This is surface activity and therefore doesn’t affect
our immediate goals,” the cyborg deduced. “We do not deviate from plan until we
are in a position to assault the planetary shield generators.”
“Agreed,” the Bpret echoed.
“Are any of your boarding parties having trouble?”
“Given that your troops are doing most of the
fighting,” the Jonstar said with mild objection, “we have taken nothing more
than light casualties, and I am speaking for the whole of us on retrieval
duty.”
“Define ‘light?’”
“A few minor injuries resulting from facility damage.
Your ability to incapacitate their troops so easily is to be commended.”
“We’ve had a lot of practice,” Oni stated. “We
continue with operations here and monitor the planet. If any of you spot the
other faction in this ground battle I want to know immediately. Patience is key
here, let’s exercise it and keep picking off their defenses slowly as we see
what develops below.”
“Shall we deploy scouts to the other planets?” the Dati
asked.
Oni nodded. “Good idea. Snoop around but don’t
engage.”
“We will handle it,” he said before others could
volunteer.
“Alright then, let’s get back to work.”
3 weeks later…
Oni was in her command ship’s sanctum when word came
through, delivered via another Archon that interrupted her automated sparring
session. She shut down the robotic opponents and headed straight to the bridge
not caring that she was dripping with sweat. When she into linked into the
nexus she found a Trinx hologram waiting for her and she regarded the red-skinned
alien quizzically.
“I’m listening,” she said stiffly.
“Will you allow negotiation?”
Oni raised an eyebrow. “The Yisv already tried to
negotiate and were rebuffed. What has
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