Captain Gearth rested in his command chair, the rest of the bridge was abandoned, the running lights making pools of red and green lights. Most of the overhead lights were turned off to conserve a little power. Soft beeps and clicks issued from the different terminals and stations, making clear to the old captain that the ship was in perfect running order. A soft, content smile rested on his lips, life was good despite the war.
In his youth, Gearth had dreamed of commanding one of the Imperial Navy’s mighty warships and had attended the Naval Academy, only to be place in command of a brand new heavy freighter as a merchant marine captain, over forty years ago. Gearth had remained on that freighter for his whole carrier, both the ship and crew growing old together. Most of the original crew was still aboard with their captain, keeping their home running smoothly and getting cargo to where the navy needed it. They were forged together during the last great war to torn the void of space apart, just a little over thirty years ago, normally called the Birth War, as the Confederacy rose from the ashes of burnt planets and space wreckage then.
Suddenly a red started flashing urgently and an alarm sounded. Captain Gearth was started from his dreams of his youth, jumped to his feet and ran over to the scanner array. A small blip was flashing on the screen, closing rapidly. The missile warning light flashing like his panicking heart. There was no ship or station with in millions of kms of the ship to have lunched it and certainly not with in a few thousand.
Gearth lunged towards the comm unit as a missile impacted with the middle starboard cargo pod, which was filled with fuel rods for the Imperial fleet now waging war deep in Protectorate space. The heavy freighter was ripped apart in fractions of a second by the massive explosion. The sleeping crew never knew what happened, only their captain new terror in his last seconds in this life.
The newest type of Protectorate warship, a stealth sub, continued through the void of space with its first kill.
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Several months and missing merchant marines later, the Imperial Admiralty chose to send a convoy of heavy freighters to resupply the fleet, along with one of the Imperial newest warships, an Imperial Super Dreadnought, HIMS Conqueror and its escorts. It was hoped that whatever light raiding force the harried the fleet and shipping would not dare to attack a convoy protected by a Dreadnought, never mind a new class of the largest and most powerful ship to travel space.
The Super Dreadnought was placed under the command of a Frigate captain named William Doyle, who had commanded the HIMS Brazen for four years. During his first year as a captain, he managed to win a border skirmish with a Confederate Light Cruiser. His frigate managed to damage the light cruiser so badly that the Confederate crew had to scuttle her.
For the past nine weeks the convoy had been traveling through Imperial space, growing closer and closer to the old Protectorate border. William Doyle sat comfortably in his command chair, with in seconds the HIMS Conqueror would slide into newly acquired Imperial space, won through making the weaker Protectorate navy flee for their lives from the might of the Empire.
The lead elements of the convoy passed over the old border, not knowing that they were now entering a deadly hunting ground, where they were the prey. A small undetectable prob began to transmit a signal through out space, relaying the position of the convoy to all Protectorate ships in the sector.
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