I’ll get those guns myself.”
“Do you want one of the
other Archons with you as backup?”
“No, keep them with
their present units. I’ll just take a quick nap enroute to recharge. Get that
extra ambrosia there ASAP. I’m going to need it.”
“I’ll launch a dropship
with it inside of ten minutes.”
“Good. Let’s get this
done before anyone else dies,” he said, cutting the comm and walking back to one of the benches where he laid down and configured his
battlemap to ping him when they got in proximity to a waypoint he added. With
that last bit done he closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down and half
fall asleep, keeping the remainder of his mental functions active so he could
slip into a healing trance and make the most out of the travel minutes ahead.
9 hours later he and
the last of the Star Force troops flew back onboard the jumpships, having
successfully pulled out the besieged unit and destroyed most of the lizard base
in the process. As the dropships came onboard and deposited him and a handful
of others on the Archer 7 ’s deck the
warships began recalling their drones with the massive discs sliding into the
racks one by one as they made final preparations to leave with neither the lizard
nor Protovic fleets getting in their way.
On Mike’s way out of
the hangar deck Candy Cane found him and held up a hand for him to stop. The
Archon clamped down on his renewed anger at seeing the red/green face and
accessed his mind again, which allowed them to exchange some ‘words’ in a
shorthand they’d learned over the past weeks.
Candy Cane wanted to
know what was going on, for he’d been unable to communicate with his people and
the few wounded Protovic had been gathered here from the other ships they had
been still receiving treatment on before being sent back down to the planet or
to a Protovic ship like the others who’d already been sufficiently healed to
leave.
Mike considered what to
tell him, but ultimately settled a hand on his shoulder and imbued the
knowledge that he was going to be used as an emissary to the other Protovic in
order to establish communication with them, as well as to teach them and Star
Force about his people’s language and civilization.
He felt a brief surge
of anxiety, for he was being told rather than asked, but that thought
disappeared when he realized what an honor it would be. Candy Cane sent
thoughts of agreement back to Mike and he decided to leave it at that, walking
on and heading towards his quarters where he was going to crash while letting
the Admiral handle getting them out of the system. Unless something monumental
happened on their way out he was going off the grid for a long while, not only
to rest and train, but to think this through and prepare a report for the
trailblazers that would hit the grid in the first Star Force system they passed
through.
Hopefully by the time
he dropped off the fleet in the Bsidd Region and got his flagship back to the
ADZ with their guests there’d be a response and course of action waiting for
him.
Kip-022 was coming back
into his quarters onboard his flagship after a very hard day of training while
his combat fleet was in transit when he found the message from Jason at the top
of his notifications list when he logged into his account. They’d been
scheduled to pass through a system with a relay a number of hours ago, but this
was the first chance he’d had to check for updates and he expected a lot of
them given the amount of time his attack group had spent clearing out two planets
in a lizard held system along the Calavari Region border.
Kip opened Jason’s
message first, as he always did with messages from his fellow trailblazers.
I expect you’ll be getting this message on your way back from mission,
and if my guestimates are correct there will still be time for you to arrive if
you wish. There’s been a discovery of a splinter race of Protovic out beyond
the Bsidd Region. Mike-448 was
“Do you want one of the
other Archons with you as backup?”
“No, keep them with
their present units. I’ll just take a quick nap enroute to recharge. Get that
extra ambrosia there ASAP. I’m going to need it.”
“I’ll launch a dropship
with it inside of ten minutes.”
“Good. Let’s get this
done before anyone else dies,” he said, cutting the comm and walking back to one of the benches where he laid down and configured his
battlemap to ping him when they got in proximity to a waypoint he added. With
that last bit done he closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down and half
fall asleep, keeping the remainder of his mental functions active so he could
slip into a healing trance and make the most out of the travel minutes ahead.
9 hours later he and
the last of the Star Force troops flew back onboard the jumpships, having
successfully pulled out the besieged unit and destroyed most of the lizard base
in the process. As the dropships came onboard and deposited him and a handful
of others on the Archer 7 ’s deck the
warships began recalling their drones with the massive discs sliding into the
racks one by one as they made final preparations to leave with neither the lizard
nor Protovic fleets getting in their way.
On Mike’s way out of
the hangar deck Candy Cane found him and held up a hand for him to stop. The
Archon clamped down on his renewed anger at seeing the red/green face and
accessed his mind again, which allowed them to exchange some ‘words’ in a
shorthand they’d learned over the past weeks.
Candy Cane wanted to
know what was going on, for he’d been unable to communicate with his people and
the few wounded Protovic had been gathered here from the other ships they had
been still receiving treatment on before being sent back down to the planet or
to a Protovic ship like the others who’d already been sufficiently healed to
leave.
Mike considered what to
tell him, but ultimately settled a hand on his shoulder and imbued the
knowledge that he was going to be used as an emissary to the other Protovic in
order to establish communication with them, as well as to teach them and Star
Force about his people’s language and civilization.
He felt a brief surge
of anxiety, for he was being told rather than asked, but that thought
disappeared when he realized what an honor it would be. Candy Cane sent
thoughts of agreement back to Mike and he decided to leave it at that, walking
on and heading towards his quarters where he was going to crash while letting
the Admiral handle getting them out of the system. Unless something monumental
happened on their way out he was going off the grid for a long while, not only
to rest and train, but to think this through and prepare a report for the
trailblazers that would hit the grid in the first Star Force system they passed
through.
Hopefully by the time
he dropped off the fleet in the Bsidd Region and got his flagship back to the
ADZ with their guests there’d be a response and course of action waiting for
him.
Kip-022 was coming back
into his quarters onboard his flagship after a very hard day of training while
his combat fleet was in transit when he found the message from Jason at the top
of his notifications list when he logged into his account. They’d been
scheduled to pass through a system with a relay a number of hours ago, but this
was the first chance he’d had to check for updates and he expected a lot of
them given the amount of time his attack group had spent clearing out two planets
in a lizard held system along the Calavari Region border.
Kip opened Jason’s
message first, as he always did with messages from his fellow trailblazers.
I expect you’ll be getting this message on your way back from mission,
and if my guestimates are correct there will still be time for you to arrive if
you wish. There’s been a discovery of a splinter race of Protovic out beyond
the Bsidd Region. Mike-448 was
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