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FBH: /* VII */

2012-11-30T01:35:34Z

VII

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	At least this probably meant he wouldn't have to fight.		At least this probably meant he wouldn't have to fight.
			=VIII=
			The Tempesti commandos had been surprisingly polite. They had of course occupied the ship, plugged a medusa unit into the computer that could freeze it solid on a signal and watched each compartment with smart dust and microbots (Jiri assured her all of those were cleared out now) and patrolled about with giant payload rifles. They weren't about to let two military grade rail guns and a AA missile launcher sit at the end of the runway and potentially knock down their transports if the crew felt like it.

			For all that they'd been polite. It had also been funny when Tommy had tried to hit on one and she'd called him a pig. Now as a reward for good behaviour the ship was being allowed to lift. Probably the Tempesti just needed their troops elsewhere.

			The ship was climbing towards orbit, the black opening up ahead, and the familiar shape of the ''Tumult'' coming into view ahead. Only when the ship was well and truly docked, and when they'd made sure that the potentually compromised parasite was unhooked completely from the old UN explorer's systems did they relax.

			"Let's take our guest out of her bondage pod." Tommy laughed as if it was funny.

			"I'll do it. Don't you have some captain stuff to do Tommy?" Ratsha said.

			"Fine. Go do whatever girl shit you do." He stomped off down the corridor.

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2012-11-30T00:34:51Z

VII

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	"Short and to the point as usual." Gilliam frowned. "Give them the pre-recorded response."		"Short and to the point as usual." Gilliam frowned. "Give them the pre-recorded response."

	"Tempesti Vessels, this is the European Union Vessel ''Guadiana'' . We do not recognize your right to impose a total ~~inclusion~~ zone. Attacks on this vessel will constitute an act of war and we stand ready to defend ourselves." The message played.		"Tempesti Vessels, this is the European Union Vessel ''Guadiana'' . We do not recognize your right to impose a total exclusion zone. Attacks on this vessel will constitute an act of war and we stand ready to defend ourselves." The message played.

	"Get the Dopples launched." Gilliam said as it ended.		"Get the Dopples launched." Gilliam said as it ended.

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2012-11-30T00:33:08Z

VII

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	Mark's body reacted even if his mind didn't and he ran back down the ridge.		Mark's body reacted even if his mind didn't and he ran back down the ridge.

	~~=VII=~~
	=VII=		=VII=
	The buzz of tactical chatter filled the bridge of the ''Guadiana'' as the Danube class battle cruiser slid into orbit.		The buzz of tactical chatter filled the bridge of the ''Guadiana'' as the Danube class battle cruiser slid into orbit.

FBH: /* VII */

2012-11-30T00:32:37Z

VII

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	Mark's body reacted even if his mind didn't and he ran back down the ridge.		Mark's body reacted even if his mind didn't and he ran back down the ridge.

			=VII=
	=VII=		=VII=
	The buzz of tactical chatter filled the bridge of the ''Guadiana'' as the Danube class battle cruiser slid into orbit.		The buzz of tactical chatter filled the bridge of the ''Guadiana'' as the Danube class battle cruiser slid into orbit.
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	"Play it." Gilliam said quickly.		"Play it." Gilliam said quickly.

	"European Union ~~Cruiser~~. You have entered declared a total exclusion zone. If you do not withdraw you will be fired upon."		"European Union Vessel. You have entered declared a total exclusion zone. If you do not withdraw you will be fired upon."

	"Short and to the point as usual." Gilliam frowned. "Give them the pre-recorded response."		"Short and to the point as usual." Gilliam frowned. "Give them the pre-recorded response."
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	"Brace for impact!"		"Brace for impact!"

	A red icon flashed into existence on his overlay, coming out of its jump right in front of the ''Guadiana'' . The Tempesti parasite had appeared right on top of them, directly across their path. The smaller vessel spun around on its axis, main drive firing to divert it out of the way of a direct impact with the ''Guadiana''. The ~~larger~~ Danube ~~Class spun too, trying to avoid impact. For a moment~~ Gilliam ~~thought they'd make it then there was a ghastly bang and scraping sound~~.		A red icon flashed into existence on his overlay, coming out of its jump right in front of the ''Guadiana'' . The Tempesti parasite had appeared right on top of them, directly across their path. The smaller vessel spun around on its axis, main drive firing to divert it out of the way of a direct impact with the ''Guadiana''. The Danube and the Parasite whirled past one another and Gilliam let out his breath.

	"~~Report!~~" ~~He yelled as yellow icons flashed along one side of~~ the ~~ship on his overlay~~.		"She's still on us." The sensor operator warned. Indeed the Parasite was yawing crazily back into line with the battle cruiser continued to separate. It pulled back across the Danube's path, spraying them with its drive flame. The shields and armour took it easily enough but it was still setting off the alarms.

	"~~Left shields are reporting major stresses~~, ~~we have generator burnouts~~ and ~~hull damage~~. ~~It scraped right past us~~."		"Keep us on course." Gilliam was tempted to just shoot the Tempesti down, but even though his Danube could likely take both the Tempesti ships in orbit there was still at least one more enemy cruiser and escorts out there, no doubt waiting to pounce. Besides, his orders weren't to start a war.

	"~~That has~~ to ~~have been deliberate~~." ~~Maria hissed.~~		"Yes sir." his XO looked a little doubtful. More alerts came in. The Tempesti task force was hitting the ship's sensors with bright lasers, trying to blind the cameras. Several of the views on his overlay washed out or came back fuzzed. "How long till we can launch our passengers? Will the parasite pick it up?"

	"~~Can we still launch the passengers?" Gilliam asked~~. ~~One part of him admired the bravery of the Tempesti crew~~. ~~They~~'~~d risked a pocket frigate to stop his vessel~~. . . ~~it was a good way~~ to ~~drive him off without starting a shooting war~~. '~~'And it gives me an excuse~~ to get ~~out of this system alive''. If~~ the ~~Council of Ministers wanted ZOCU stopped here they should send in~~ the ~~Deep Space Fleet, not a loan ship and a few special forces~~.		"Soon sir. . . and they shouldn't. The pods are unpowered and coated in metamaterials. It should be completely invisible." Tempesti sensors still weren't quite up to the level of Londenium, Erebus or Kanon, even though their operators were top notch. Gilliam hoped they hadn't got any upgrades as part of whatever conspiracy Londenium had hatched to get them there, because if it looked like the EU were dropping people then the Tempesti probably would attack.

	"~~Affirmative~~."		The Tempesti parasite choose that moment to drop back level with the ''Guadiana'' and match velocities. Flying in formation for a moment before one wing came up. "Brace for impact!" The vessels collided, gently for space craft and alarms howled through the ship. The Tempesti vessel spun one way, and the ''Guadiana'' the other.

	~~"Do~~ it now." The ~~overlay showed~~ the ~~launch tick down~~. "~~Continue for thirty seconds after launch then jump away~~. ~~Our job is done~~. ~~Let~~'s ~~get out~~ of ~~here~~."		Gilliam felt his head slam into his chair's cushions as the restraints automatically deployed. The Parasite had gotten the worst of it but it was only a parasite not a battle cruiser, and a large part of the ''Guadiana's'' hull now glowed orange warning.

			"They tapped us. Those crazy witches tapped us." The tactical officer shook his head, disbelieving. "I don't believe that can have been on purpose."

			"Is the parasite going to go up?" Gilliam.

			"It's reactors looked to have scramed but its still mostly flying. . . other Tempesti vessels are moving to assist. They're asking if we require rescue assistance?"

			"Cheeky." Gilliam winced. His neck ached from slight whiplash. "Do we?"

			"No sir. It rung our bell but that's it."

			"Alright, drop the passengers and keep us on course. . . Keep our distance from any other ships that come at us. I don't care if we have to swerve. I'm not playing chicken with a bunch of crazy people." Gilliam sat back.

			At least this probably meant he wouldn't have to fight.

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2012-11-29T19:42:53Z

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	Mark's body reacted even if his mind didn't and he ran back down the ridge.		Mark's body reacted even if his mind didn't and he ran back down the ridge.

			=VII=
			The buzz of tactical chatter filled the bridge of the ''Guadiana'' as the Danube class battle cruiser slid into orbit.

			Gilliam could feel a tightness in the pit of his stomach as the ships sensors came up after the jump. The enemy ships snapped into existence on his overlay. Two cruisers and six destroyers. The cruisers were the main threat, a ''Menantang'' , which the AI was calling the lead vessel in her class and a ''Concord''. Intelligence suggested that that was only a half to two thirds of the Tempesti force. Obviously the rest had jumped out to keep their numbers unclear once they'd detected the ''Guadiana's'' arrival at the jump zone.

			"Bring us to full combat alert. Weapons and defensive systems up and tracking." The tactical officer reported. She was controlling her console through her lace and Gilliam could see her hands clenching and unclenching. It was worse to do this with a crew he barely knew. He still had to check nametags on his overlay.

			"Anything from the Tempesti ships yet?" Gilliam asked.

			The communications officer shook his head then put a hand to his earpiece. "Message from the Tempesti flag, audio."

			"Play it." Gilliam said quickly.

			"European Union Cruiser. You have entered declared a total exclusion zone. If you do not withdraw you will be fired upon."

			"Short and to the point as usual." Gilliam frowned. "Give them the pre-recorded response."

			"Tempesti Vessels, this is the European Union Vessel ''Guadiana'' . We do not recognize your right to impose a total inclusion zone. Attacks on this vessel will constitute an act of war and we stand ready to defend ourselves." The message played.

			"Get the Dopples launched." Gilliam said as it ended.

			"Already done sir." His XO, a French Algerian by the name of Maria Girard, looked up. "The ground team are also waiting in their pods."
			The ground team. The passengers. It was always some euphemism or the other. Even the word special forces was rarely used. Frankly Gilliam wasn't quite sure who they were, he only had to deliver them without ZOCU shooting down his ship.

			"Prepare too . . ." Gilliam said, heard a yelp from the sensor officer.

			"Brace for impact!"

			A red icon flashed into existence on his overlay, coming out of its jump right in front of the ''Guadiana'' . The Tempesti parasite had appeared right on top of them, directly across their path. The smaller vessel spun around on its axis, main drive firing to divert it out of the way of a direct impact with the ''Guadiana''. The larger Danube Class spun too, trying to avoid impact. For a moment Gilliam thought they'd make it then there was a ghastly bang and scraping sound.

			"Report!" He yelled as yellow icons flashed along one side of the ship on his overlay.

			"Left shields are reporting major stresses, we have generator burnouts and hull damage. It scraped right past us."

			"That has to have been deliberate." Maria hissed.

			"Can we still launch the passengers?" Gilliam asked. One part of him admired the bravery of the Tempesti crew. They'd risked a pocket frigate to stop his vessel. . . it was a good way to drive him off without starting a shooting war. ''And it gives me an excuse to get out of this system alive''. If the Council of Ministers wanted ZOCU stopped here they should send in the Deep Space Fleet, not a loan ship and a few special forces.

			"Affirmative."

			"Do it now." The overlay showed the launch tick down. "Continue for thirty seconds after launch then jump away. Our job is done. Let's get out of here."

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2012-11-24T21:15:01Z

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	"The last bombardment satellite is in place now sir." The vessel's cargo officer looked up. "We've sorted out the handshake problem and we're transferring control to the ground commanders." The satellites had been scratch built for this operation around old particle cannons. The software still had some bugs, but hopefully had suffered its glitch for now and wouldn't hang fire in combat.		"The last bombardment satellite is in place now sir." The vessel's cargo officer looked up. "We've sorted out the handshake problem and we're transferring control to the ground commanders." The satellites had been scratch built for this operation around old particle cannons. The software still had some bugs, but hopefully had suffered its glitch for now and wouldn't hang fire in combat.

	"Excellent. Communications, signal phase eight." phase eight would see the Tempesti fleet jump away to a dead spot deep in the system, keeping them safe from an ambush like the one they'd pulled on the orbiting Jeffersonians. There were still at least four Jeffersonian warships unaccounted for, and though she had fourteen (four cruisers and ten escorts representing the better part of Tempest's interstellar space force) there was no reason to take chances. The Parasite warships and pocket frigates launched from the cruisers, in concert with the heavy ''Hiu'' class mobile armour would continue ground support and the reduction of the remaining Jeffersonian space		"Excellent. Communications, signal phase eight." phase eight would see the Tempesti fleet jump away to a dead spot deep in the system, keeping them safe from an ambush like the one they'd pulled on the orbiting Jeffersonians. There were still at least four Jeffersonian warships unaccounted for, and though she had fourteen (four cruisers and ten escorts representing the better part of Tempest's interstellar space force) there was no reason to take chances. The Parasite warships and pocket frigates launched from the cruisers, in concert with the heavy ''Hiu'' class mobile armour would continue ground support and the reduction of the remaining Jeffersonian space forces. Not that there was much left to do their except sweep up or subvert the remaining surveillance satellites.

	Her job was done. . . at least for now. Really she worried about the ground situation. The Tempestian Ground Defence Force planned to take Jefferson, a nation of fifty million, with only thirty thousand troops. It seemed a tall order to her, even if the landing had taken place in text book fashion. It was hoped of course that now that the Tempesti had given them the excuse the other states of ZOCU would get some spine and deploy their own ground components.		Her job was done. . . at least for now. Really she worried about the ground situation. The Tempestian Ground Defence Force planned to take Jefferson, a nation of fifty million, with only thirty thousand troops. It seemed a tall order to her, even if the landing had taken place in text book fashion. It was hoped of course that now that the Tempesti had given them the excuse the other states of ZOCU would get some spine and deploy their own ground components.

FBH: /* VI */

2012-11-24T21:13:23Z

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	Then the beams came, sugar pink, lighting the tree line on fire. Too his horror Mark realized they'd been flanked. Turning he fired a wild burst that way, shredding the treetops.		Then the beams came, sugar pink, lighting the tree line on fire. Too his horror Mark realized they'd been flanked. Turning he fired a wild burst that way, shredding the treetops.

	A Lambert exploded out of the trees to his right, missing an arm, followed a moment later by a massive red painted giant. A Zodiac mobile suit! The huge machine smashed a huge beam lance through the EU machine, separating its top half from bottom. A rocket burst out from somewhere on the right and impacted on the massive red machine's upraised shield as it turned, a huge bazooka type weapon unfolding from over its shoulder. There was a bright pink glow in the weapons barrel and the woods became fire.		A Lambert exploded out of the trees to his right, missing an arm, followed a moment later by a massive red painted giant. A Zodiac mobile suit! The huge machine smashed a huge beam lance through the EU machine, separating its top half from bottom. A rocket burst out from somewhere on the right and impacted on the massive red machine's upraised shield as it turned, a huge bazooka type weapon unfolding from over its shoulder. There was a bright pink glow in the weapons barrel and the woods became fire.

	Mark felt a hand on his shoulder. "Lieutenant!" His platoon sergeant was shaking him. "Lieutenant we got to get out of here! Come on move!"		Mark felt a hand on his shoulder. "Lieutenant!" His platoon sergeant was shaking him. "Lieutenant we got to get out of here! Come on move!"

	Mark's body reacted even if his mind didn't and he ran back down the ridge.		Mark's body reacted even if his mind didn't and he ran back down the ridge.

FBH: /* IV */

2012-11-24T15:18:08Z

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	"Fuck." Fatima mouthed.		"Fuck." Fatima mouthed.

			=V=
			Dozens of men in close fitting but heavily padded dun overalls sat under the trees, weapons slung. Around them vehicles stood under camouflage netting, only the air defence lasers visible through holes in the trees.

			Mark sat with his back propped against a tree, a pad of note paper in front of him, keeping his eyes on Captain Morrows standing up front. "Alright, the situation is this." the captain pointed to a large map on the tree. "The Zodiacs have put down in Hillsview Station in what intelligence believes is battalion strength. It's our job," by which he meant the whole of Regimental Combat Team 18, not just 3rd company 2nd battalion, or at least Mark hoped so, "to clear them out. To do that be providing a support by fire position while the rest of the battalion attacks into town." He pointed to a cluster of buildings on the map. "There's an old church and grain silo here, that will be our base of fire. We'll advance by bounds, along each of these stage markers with first platoon in the lead. There's not much expected air threat from the Zocs, and we think the orbital strikes are done. On the other hand the air force is finally ready to start flying sorties, so we have the advantage. Go brief your squad leaders."

			Mark felt a bit more confident as he hurried back to his platoon. The RCT 18 would outnumber a Zodiac battalion about five to one, and now they had air support. The air force had been absent so far, their bases hit in the initial orbital strikes, but now they were finally getting it together.

			His platoon, 2nd, sat near the edge of the woods that the company was sheltering in, providing infantry cover for the four EU Lambert dopples that had been attached to the company for fire support. Near them several of the platoon stood around hood of one of the platoon's utility vehicles, playing with a radio.

			"I'm telling you it's not the radio, it's the transmitter. The Zodiacs must have shut it down."

			"I just want to get some news. Let me try it one more time." The speaker played with the antenna, producing a hiss followed by some almost words. "See, I almost got it." the private grinned widely, moving the antenna some more and fiddling with the dial.

			"Alright, squad leaders cluster up for briefing." Mark yelled.

			The squad leaders began to move over to him when the private pushed the dial slightly and words burst out onto the camp. It was a woman's voice, her English strangely accented. Off world, Mark realized.

			"Soldiers of the 18th Regimental Combat Team. We know that you intend to attack us in Hillsview today."

			"Holy shit." Someone muttered.

			The voice continued smoothly. "It would be a pity if you chose to turn this peaceful town into a battlefield in support of a criminal president who has subverted the democratic freedoms your ancestors fought so hard for. If however you do decide to go ahead with this venture, then be aware that the soldiers of the Tempesti First Division: Ten Thousand, will give you death."

			The transmission cut off. There was silence.

			"W-what do we do sir?" Mark realized everyone was looking at him.

			He took a deep breath. "We do our duty. Turn that shit off. It's just bullshit theatrics. Squad leaders, assemble for briefing!"

			Silently, Mark prayed to god that he'd survive today.

			=VI=
			Mark's platoon was moving forward in line, up the back of one of the numerous wooded undulations that stood around the town. It was ripple country here, as if god had thrown a pebble into the land. There was plenty of good cover, a fact that Mark was heartily glad of, even with the chameleon systems in the smart suits they wore, Long range was where he expected the Zodiacs to have their biggest advantage. He was sure that his men could take the Zodiacs up close, with all their technology they couldn't be so used to close fighting. Not that the RCT was lacking in firepower, with a battalion of tanks and artillery, not to mention the promised airstrikes. Plus they'd changed their approach march and were keeping radio transmissions to the minimum. These Tempesti had outplayed themselves with their parlour tricks. They'd given away their advantage. Mark was sure of it. He told himself he was sure of it.

			The platoon waited for a moment before the crest, then all moved over it together, low crawling, guns aimed at the town below. Hillsview Station was a mass of white fenced wooden homes, with a few larger buildings in the distance. Not much cover in there for the Zodiacs, bullets would go right through.

			He clicked his radio four times. In position, and got two clicks back. That meant confirmed. If he got four, that was go.

			There was the sound of aircraft engines. "Here we go boys!" Mark yelled. "Our angels are coming!"

			Beams suddenly rose out of the town, turning impossibly as they lashed skywards, curving down towards somewhere behind Mark. He heard but didn't see explosions. More conventional missiles were rising now, curving out of the town on trails of smoke, the medusa beams flashing among them.

			"Mother of god! Mother of god!" someone was screaming.

			Missiles flashed over Mark's head from the other direction. Some curved away wide, impacting out of the town, others blew apart in the air before they reached it. A few slammed into targets inside the town or airburst over it. "We're getting through!" Marl shouted "We're getting through!" He dared not look behind him. . . Artillery was starting to come in now, much of it also air bursting short. "Come on boys! Give it to them!" Mark raised his rifle, bracing the heavy smoothbore rifle against his shoulder and looked for a target. Mark could hear artillery going over him from the town too. It seemed there was less of it though, or at least he hoped so.

			He couldn't see anything. There seemed to be nothing moving in the town except the fires started by the rockets and artillery. All the air defence systems were hidden deeper into the town. Where the hell were they?

			The artillery from behind cut off suddenly with another massive explosion from behind him. The radio crackled. "All units: Advance now! Even numbered units cover fire! Odd numbered units charge!"

			"Pour it on!" Mark yelled and began to fire into the town. Other troops were breaking from the wood line, tanks firing into the edges of the town as well, infantry sprinting forward in bounds.

			Then the world was full of explosions. There was none of the telltale muzzle flashes Mark had learned to look for when fighting the Northern insurgents, instead it seemed like the whole area had been planted with fire crackers. Bodies flopped, torn to shreds, vehicles came to a halt and began to burn.

			Then the beams came, sugar pink, lighting the tree line on fire. Too his horror Mark realized they'd been flanked. Turning he fired a wild burst that way, shredding the treetops.

			A Lambert exploded out of the trees to his right, missing an arm, followed a moment later by a massive red painted giant. A Zodiac mobile suit! The huge machine smashed a huge beam lance through the EU machine, separating its top half from bottom. A rocket burst out from somewhere on the right and impacted on the massive red machine's upraised shield as it turned, a huge bazooka type weapon unfolding from over its shoulder. There was a bright pink glow in the weapons barrel and the woods became fire.

			Mark felt a hand on his shoulder. "Lieutenant!" His platoon sergeant was shaking him. "Lieutenant we got to get out of here! Come on move!"

			Mark's body reacted even if his mind didn't and he ran back down the ridge.

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2012-11-23T22:41:22Z

III

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	"Shit." Tommy frowned. "Get her into the smuggling compartment, her luggage too." A pair of Legionnaire mobile suits touched down at the other edge of the field. "I guess our departure is going to be delayed a bit."		"Shit." Tommy frowned. "Get her into the smuggling compartment, her luggage too." A pair of Legionnaire mobile suits touched down at the other edge of the field. "I guess our departure is going to be delayed a bit."


			=IV=
			The Bridge of the ''Menantang'' was large and spacious, with rows of consoles pointing front to back. Its arrangement copied almost wholesale from the C&C of the Drake class battleship ''Resolute'' which still orbited about Tempest as testament to the EU's long ago peace keeping mission. The breakdown had destroyed the ships drive, leaving it trapped far away from home, even when the crew had been evacuated. It had been the first major combatant that Tempest had ever studied, and formed the basis of many of their later developments.

			Of course now, the control systems were rewired to far more powerful computers, the old flat panel displays removed in favour of featureless white screens on which their users could impose augmented reality. Boxy, heavily armoured routers were mounted on each console, boosting the signals of the crew's neural lace, and meaning that even if the ships main network went down the ship's augmented reality system wouldn't.

			This was an old ship, but one now with a multitude of new components. Fatima liked to think that the fleet's old lady was finally reaching her full potential. The burning remains of the shattered Delta Class hanging in front of the bridge window was mute evidence for her views correctness. She could feel her crews pride as they continued to work.

			"The last bombardment satellite is in place now sir." The vessel's cargo officer looked up. "We've sorted out the handshake problem and we're transferring control to the ground commanders." The satellites had been scratch built for this operation around old particle cannons. The software still had some bugs, but hopefully had suffered its glitch for now and wouldn't hang fire in combat.

			"Excellent. Communications, signal phase eight." phase eight would see the Tempesti fleet jump away to a dead spot deep in the system, keeping them safe from an ambush like the one they'd pulled on the orbiting Jeffersonians. There were still at least four Jeffersonian warships unaccounted for, and though she had fourteen (four cruisers and ten escorts representing the better part of Tempest's interstellar space force) there was no reason to take chances. The Parasite warships and pocket frigates launched from the cruisers, in concert with the heavy ''Hiu'' class mobile armour would continue ground support and the reduction of the remaining Jeffersonian space

			Her job was done. . . at least for now. Really she worried about the ground situation. The Tempestian Ground Defence Force planned to take Jefferson, a nation of fifty million, with only thirty thousand troops. It seemed a tall order to her, even if the landing had taken place in text book fashion. It was hoped of course that now that the Tempesti had given them the excuse the other states of ZOCU would get some spine and deploy their own ground components.

			"Group Commander." Her overlay spoke. "I have a priority message from the ''Crossbow''.

			The Crossbow was the ship they'd left covering the outer system. "Play it."

			"White, this is ''Crossbow.'' Spot report: One ship, EU markings, Unity: Danube Class Battlecruiser. Heading your way at speed. Gave us a wide birth. Heads up."

			"Fuck." Fatima mouthed.

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2012-11-22T17:48:59Z

III

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	"Alright." Tommy nodded, helping her up the ramp and into the Eris's bay. "We'll take off as soon as you're seated."		"Alright." Tommy nodded, helping her up the ramp and into the Eris's bay. "We'll take off as soon as you're seated."

	Ratsha pushed the luggage in after her then looked around at a noise. "I don't think we're going to be taking off yet Tommy." She pointed down the runway where several vans were disgorging armoured figures. They blurred as they dropped free, adaptive camouflage obscuring them.		Ratsha pushed the luggage in after her then looked around at a noise. "I don't think we're going to be taking off yet Tommy." She pointed down the runway where several vans were disgorging armoured figures. They blurred as they dropped free, adaptive camouflage obscuring them.

	"Shit." Tommy frowned. "Get her into the smuggling compartment, her luggage too." A pair of Legionnaire mobile suits touched down at the other edge of the field. "I guess our departure is going to be delayed a bit."		"Shit." Tommy frowned. "Get her into the smuggling compartment, her luggage too." A pair of Legionnaire mobile suits touched down at the other edge of the field. "I guess our departure is going to be delayed a bit."