I sat in the plush chair, my fingers drumming a nervous staccato on the retro oak desk. Suddenly, Admiral Wells flings the door open and walks out, looking even more disheveled than ususal. "Well, what's the situation?" i asked knowing it coulldn't be good if he was acting up. "Its worse than we thought." As he spoke, a hologram activated on the table. "The rebels have blockaded us here, here and here," he replied, jabbing his finger at three points, which lit up. "So basically they've cut off gamma, delta and omicron squads from the rest of the fleet." "But without them, our mission will--" "I know! Which is why we'll send the best pilots out there to cut them loose and get them back in line with the fleet." "And you seriously think that will be enough? Those rebels outnumber us by more than an hundred to one!!" "No. But its the only thing we've got until reinforcements come, which will take time. While we wait, the carriers and their escorts will get cut to pieces!" I sat silently, watching the blinking hologram. How long would it take for the envoy on the other side of the nebula to realize that something was wrong and send fighters? Not soon, that's for darn sure.
Darivin · Tue May 10, 2005 @ 08:42pm · 0 Comments |