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Ascension: Act I

The bridge of the Morana-class strike cruiser Finite State Machine was bustling with activity when Commodore Ruskov strode in.

“Captain,” saluted his executive officer. “there’s a communique from Navy HQ.”

“Check-in isn’t for two hours, XO. What could be the matter?”

“Not a clue, Captain.”

Ruskov nodded, took his seat and brought up the message.

“XO.”

“Captain?”

“New orders. Abandon patrol and enter active combat zone near Yvenar. Get a course from navigation and go to hyperspace as soon as possible.”

“Alignment in progress. Sir, I wasn’t aware Yvenar was hot.”

Text continued to flash by in the corner of Ruskov’s vision. “It is now. Command confirms we just lost Nineteen Eighty-Four and the Synod ship Deus Valens out there. Sound call to general quarters and arm weapons systems.”

“Yes, sir. We are ready for jump, Captain.”

“At your convenience, XO.”

The ships of Cruiser Battle Group 19 jumped to hyperspace.


Ruskov, there’s more to this than the rebels. Trust me.
Schachturke


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