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With a signature so minimal it could be construed as background noise in the vastness of space, a ship slipped into orbit over Molecay. It's bridge was a blur of activity, though little enough registered as it's stealth systems were running in full process. With all the various systems in place, all EM, Heat, Radiation, and other visible signals were masked and dispersed to match the noise of the surrounding void. As it stood, the Mjolnir class Strike Carrier "Unglauss" wasn't going to be seen by anything except the naked Eye, and even then only if the one seeing it could distinguish it's all black exterior from the black of open space.

The Bridge, nevertheless, remained a storm of activity as the crew moved to simultaneously prep for combat operations, planetary infiltration, signal monitoring and a host of other duties, so many that it was unlikely they would be able to succeed. Even so, they would push themselves to exhaustion, because nothing less would satisfy the Admiral.

Ilia Thauce was many things, but one she wasn't was lax. Neither she nor any of her crew would relax this close to enemy territory until they had achieved their goal and made their way out.