1 By: Deacon Frost
1.1.1 Dedicated to DeGonGin
(Please note: All ship names taken from British Navy, all ranks and bases from USA military.)
1.2 Prologue
Sweeping through the collection of ships, the GTT Spartan raced through the convoy. The small transport ducked and weaved as it neared the center of the fleet. A center of activity, the GTD Aurora, an older Orion model destroyer and the command ship of the convoy's defense, sat in the middle of the massive merchant fleet. The hum of the engine died slowly as the transport ship neared its destination. Ensign Nick *** sat in the passenger seat as the ship descended to the landing platform. Landing clamps clicked into place as the shuttle finished docking procedures.
The cluttered hanger of the Aurora greeted ***. Work crews busied themselves around the …A tall young man, *** watched the fighter crews from a distance. He brushed a clump of rebellious brown hair from his face as a large man approached. Dressed in the typical grease monkey garb, his penetrating eyes reached out for ***. Just as *** prepared a greeting, the big man brushed by. *** turned to say something to him, but was cut short by the sound of alarms. The massive hanger walls turned from a dirty white to a brazen red as sirens went off. The crews
1.1.1 Dedicated to DeGonGin
(Please note: All ship names taken from British Navy, all ranks and bases from USA military.)
1.2 Prologue
Sweeping through the collection of ships, the GTT Spartan raced through the convoy. The small transport ducked and weaved as it neared the center of the fleet. A center of activity, the GTD Aurora, an older Orion model destroyer and the command ship of the convoy's defense, sat in the middle of the massive merchant fleet. The hum of the engine died slowly as the transport ship neared its destination. Ensign Nick *** sat in the passenger seat as the ship descended to the landing platform. Landing clamps clicked into place as the shuttle finished docking procedures.
The cluttered hanger of the Aurora greeted ***. Work crews busied themselves around the …A tall young man, *** watched the fighter crews from a distance. He brushed a clump of rebellious brown hair from his face as a large man approached. Dressed in the typical grease monkey garb, his penetrating eyes reached out for ***. Just as *** prepared a greeting, the big man brushed by. *** turned to say something to him, but was cut short by the sound of alarms. The massive hanger walls turned from a dirty white to a brazen red as sirens went off. The crews