Classis II Sector Molecay's Story

Something about the way EVE always said she could be trusted implicitly had always rubbed Marcus the wrong way. Nevertheless she was a major asset to the Aschen Imperial Navy and Marcus planned to make use of the streamlined interface when the time came for split second decisions. However, now was not one of those times.

"Engage the FTL, Captain. Take us to Epsilon Eridani, Yellowstone. Manually."

"Aye, Commander." Captain Amorra replied. "Proceeding to Yellowstone."

The navigation officer worked their console with a few short strokes and then the Indefatigable lurched to life and was gone.

Yellowstone Orbit

"Successful jump Commander." Captain Amorra said.

"Send a message to the rest of the fleet and Admiral Clegg that we have arrived at Yellowstone and await further orders." Marcus replied.

Marcus hoped that this posting would allow him a chance to get some pay back for the Asylian assault on Molecay. Admiral Clegg was known for his ruthlessness and Marcus was counting on him to get the Inde into the action. He would just have to be patient and wait for the rest of the fleet to arrive to find out what he was doing here.

The Keeper of Abassid slowly crested over the far side of the planet, with it's escorts, all in a tight formation. There had to be at least one thousand and five hundred individual ships, all of varying classes. There were four Aegis cruisers surrounding the command carrier, ready to broadcast their canopy shield to protect it.

Aboard the Indefatigable, EVE chirped to life.

"Commander, I have incoming move orders, and a message from the Keeper of Abassid." The AI reported, highlighting the Iconoclast's course to group with the distant fleet.

"Shall I patch the message through?"

"Captain move us into position with the rest of the fleet as per the orders." Marcus said.

"Aye, sir." Captain Amorra replied.

Marcus moved his gaze from the Captain back to the command console, "EVE, patch the message through."

The Screen displayed the face of Admiral Clegg, he appeared resolute, stern, the light of his own CIC reflecting off his bronze skin, neatly trimmed facial hair accenting the features of his face, as his hardened gaze stared down through the screen.

"Ad Victoriam, Commander." The Admiral saluted. "Welcome to the second fleet." The Admiral added.

"Ad Victoriam, Admiral." Marcus returned the salute. "It's good to be here. We're ready to get back in the fight." Marcus said.

Clasping his hands behind his back, the Admiral pulled up a holographic briefing map next to his console, and then he turned back to the feed with Marcus.

"Excellent, moments ago we tested a new defensive system, they're reporting a resounding success, and we hope we can implement it. Once we've gathered the fleet, we're to make the jump to Langara, where we'll assemble with the fourth, and fifth fleets to discuss options in striking back against the Asylian Hegemony." The Admiral explained.

"I'm going to have you running fire support for the Keeper of Abassid, preliminary reconnaissance, and deep space telemetry reports some concerning things coming out of the Asylian corner of space. However, Intelligence has instructed that we do not act just yet, I've been informed of a VIP working with Intelligence, feeding us valuable data on the Asylian threat."

The Admiral paused, as his Executive officer, a young woman with the rank of Colonel passed him some papers, he took them, and looked them over, he nodded, and then turned his attention back to the feed.

"I'll be over momentarily to inspect your ship, and personally welcome you to the fleet, and then we'll make the jump to Langara. I'm looking forward to burning the Asylian cities to ash, for what they have done to our people."

"We look forward to receiving you Admiral." Marcus replied.

Admiral Clegg certainly didn't disappoint. His words and demeanor suggested that he was just as interested in revenge as Marcus was. Perhaps even more so considering that comment about "burning the Asylian cities to ash". Gathering three fleets together for a joint operation was a good sign. Marcus was going to find himself right in the middle of a major counter offensive. Just where he wanted to be.

Linus Trucidabunt hopped casually off of the train when it pulled into the far busier station just outside of Wing City' Eastern Gates.

He signalled for Carmen to stay close, ignoring the sound of the city beyond the great gate as he prepared the ultimate beeline escape.

Carmen Dellevon followed Linus, reaching for his hand when an especially large ship took to the atmosphere above from within the city. That must be the spaceport.

Linus Trucidabunt surprised himself when he grabbed Carmen's hand back.