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"This is battlegroup delta, cores have been seized and prisoners taken. Returning home to base, over."
"Roger that, battlegroup delta. Welcome back to battlestation Arnious. Had any troubles on the way?"
"Aye, we've had troubles. The heavy cruiser "TCN Deltacom" Has had it's engine assembly rammed by a paragon. It's on tow here, over."
"Roger that, admiral. Proceed to docking bay D18, over."
"Copy that, command." Leo was unpleased with the mission results. He had hoped to bring the entire paragon back home, but since that damn independent had crashed his plan, he had to statisfy himself with the powercores only.
"We're approaching docking-bay D18, sir."
"Roger that, helmsman. Bring her in for repairs."
"Aye, sir." The helmsman responded. He effortlessley piloted the heavy cruiser "TCN Antonia" into docking-bay D18. It was clear from the first sight that he was very experienced with his job.
Good god, that station is a monster She thought while she carefully piloted her little shuttle out of sensor range. It was true, the station was the largest station in this sector. It was armed with enough weaponry to take on three full Hegemony SDFs at a time. And as if that wasen't enough, it could dock battleships-class ships in it's enoromous hangars.
But her crew was held prisoners onboard that station. And she had to save them.
While the ship was in for drydock reparirs, an young station offical approached him.
"Admiral, the chief-in-command wishes to see you onboard the station bridge." He told him.
"Tell him i'll be there soon." He took the short tramway ride to bridge and, before entering, always corrected the uniform.
The doors opened, but not in the conventional fashion, no. They opend by sliding up into the roof of the doors, which was quite a nifty feature.
The bridge itself was the largest of the TimCORP battlestations. It was approximatley 100 meters across, and was filled with holo-screen terminals. At the center of the bridge, near the main viewport, stood the commanders holo-screen, and chair, which was coated in syntax-leather, the finest material that existed.
"Admiral, thank you for coming so soon." A man stood up from the chair and approached the admiral, presumably to shake hands with him.
He was not much taller than Leo, only a few inches taller, but he presented an attitude which was common amongst TimCORP commanders.
"My pleasure." He shook hands with him, and he had a steadfast handshake.
"As you may know, there has been reports of several fleets that have been destroyed in this very system. By an fleet much smaller than theirs. This included the loss of Fleet Admiral Andreios, which was highly unpleaseant."
That was true, and he knew it from the battlereports.
All that they stated was that their battlefleets had gotten decimated by a much smaller fleet, often usually in scouting size.
"But sir, we've encountered such a fleet - and destroyed it!"
"Anyway, the fleet commander was indentified as a certain Elizabeth Taylor. Her records show that she had been in the hegemony military for some years before she decided to go solo. She was highly respectable, but she decided to go alone for unkown reasons. Glory, perhaps, but we can't say for sure."
"But sir.... we nearly caught her."
"And? What happend?"
"Well.... She shot one of the officers, and then escaped the paragon. We have no idea where she's now, but wh have her crew in custody, sir."
"Exellent. Execute them immediately." He said, coldly, without any expression. As it was expected from a high-ranking TimCORP officer.
"Sir?"
"Or no, wait. Transport them to a prison planet, where they can support us with labor."
"Right. And what about her?"
"She'll come to us. It's just a matter of time. Your dismissed form the bridge, admiral."
"Yes sir." He walked out with a pleased smile on his face.
Damn, what was i thinking? She thought silently. She had somehow made it into the largest TimCORP station in the sector without getting noticed. And now she had no clue as to where to go.
She was in transit-bay 05, one of the major transportation bays in the station. Pepole where transported in dozens of thousands every hour here. But then she caught a glimpse of something. A TimCORP patrol, with prisoners, nothing uncommon, if it wheren't for the man who she saw first. Her second in command.
She quickly made up a plan and took out here trusty plasma rifle, which she had stolen.
And jumped in one of the sidewalks on the station. She reconed the area, and noticed that there where about 6 soldeirs and two officers in the area.
And then she noticed something even worse. Her face was all over the newsfeeds. She was classed as a high-risk criminal who must be stopped at any cost nessecary.
Suddenly one of the officers in that group caught a glimpse of her face, even though she had a robe on. He instantly recognised her, and who could blame him? It was him she had shot during the boarding action in the paragon.
"You there, stop!" He yelled. The soldiers immidiately started running in her direction, at which point she took her plasma rifle up and shot one of them in the stomach. Unfortunately, eh didn't even flinch, as that personal shield of theirs is quite effective. She took to run into one of the corridoors of the main hallways, which was quite big, and found an open vent. Not large, she once again coulden't o much but hang from the ceiling.
Oh boy, is this getting repetetive. She thought.
Meanwhile, at the chief-in-commands office...
"They've found her??"
"Yes sir, she is in transportation hub 05."
"Send more units. Now!! Tell them to open fire on sight."
"Yes sir, at once sir."
She hung 5 meters from the ground while the patrols passed beneath her. She coulden't even breath, becuase if she did, they surley would find her.
When the last patrol had passed, she jumped down and started running towards the transporatation hub.
But unknown to her, the CEO of the TImCORP was about to make an visit to the battlestation.......
To be continued
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