The museum had turned the environmental controls to as cold as possible a setting to help keep the power transfer cable cool. Over the course of the last eighteen hours the Resistance had been attempting to recharge an antique Corvette housed there, using power from the mini fusion plant aboard their fast sailing ship, the Alyra. She was bundled in a sweatshirt and jacket, but still felt chilled to the bone in the Great Hall of the Museum of Antique Warfare.
“It’s FREEZING in here!” Midori Yuki, the group’s medical officer shivered and sipped a cup of hot chocolate. Start with “Just Another Day At The Office”. (Author’s note: if you haven’t read the earlier parts of this story, you should read that first before enjoying this story. The Captain of Volture Fleet 9 had not heard the word ‘day’ since he was a young boy, having been relocated to the pilot training program on Tiger Rock, 25 light years from Earth, at the age of sixteen.…Ĭontinue Reading » Suggest a name for the L server A protocol that, under certain circumstances, made it imperative to disregard all protocol.
But there was one thing Wilkinson knew about protocol and it was that silently woven into the fabric of every military rule there was a hidden protocol. General Wilkinson knew he was risking his career by abandoning protocol.
ASTRO EMPIRES LAUNCH CALC FULL
What’s our status?”“Enemy offensive heading towards you at full warp, Captain. “Volture Fleet 9, this is General Bruce Wilkinson – do you copy?” “Loud and clear, General. He was the highest ranking at the communications facility, but he certainly wasn’t the most skilled man for the task of telling others the exact date and time, to the very splittest of seconds, that they will die.
General Bruce Wilkinson of Tiger Rock Communications HQ adjusted his headset and paused before initiating uplink with the cleanup crew commissioned in K42.
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