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Terran high orbit
Vexillarius class cruioser "Koshiir-Ra"
United Aschen Empire
Commander Ernest Littlefield


All was quiet aboard the Koshiir-ra, as final preparations were being made to muster out of Sol, and return to the Empire. Commander Littlefield was standing over a console, going over map notations when the call inevitably came in from the surface.

"Commander... there is an urgent transmission from the surface." The Tactical officer reported, as EVE's voice chimed in, her form appearing as a hologram adjacent to the combat planning table.

"Signal code, and voice patterns match that of Admiral Elanna torres... location: Gambit's Bar... Health implant indicates she is in distress and possibly injured."

Picking up the phone, Commander Littlefield spoke up.

"Koshiir-ra actual." He said calmly, his gravely voice proving an assured wave of calm to the person on the other end. He quietly listened to the woman on the other end, his face contorting into a scowl.

Slowly he hung up the phone, and turned towards his executive officer, Colonel Tyrus.

"I want a Marine strike team on a Condor in five minutes." The Commander ordered.

Tyrus offered a brief salute, replying to the Commander's words. "Ad Victoriam, Commander..." Before he picked up the intercom, and held it to his ear. "Marine team Beta, report to your Condor ASAP, emergency launch, we have an officer in danger!" He called out, hanging up the intercom receiver as alarms began to blare.

The halls of the Koshiir-ra filled with Aschen soldiers running to their posts, the sound of footfalls filled the cooridors as the Marine strike team consisting of twelve riflemen, and three medics moved towards the primary hangar deck.

Outside in the black vacuum of space, a quartet of Raptor Talon starfighters swooped past the swiveling gun batteries of the Aschen warship, kicking on their afterburners, and moving into formation.

It wasn't much longer before the marines were aboard the Condor, which kicked off from the deck of the primary hangar bay, just as the massive armored blast doors opened up.

Darting out of the bay, the Pilot of the Condor quickly got onto the comms.

"Koshiir-Ra, Narcho... we are en-route to the surface... Estimated time to contact... five minutes."

"Acknowledged, Narcho. Be advised there's the possibility of resistance... briefing packets will be uploaded by EVE, secure the Admiral, neutralize any hostiles."

"Ad Victoriam, Koshiir-Ra. Narcho clear."

Four Aschen Raptor Talons, and one Condor transport began heading towards Terra at full burn.