"Sir, there is a survivor on board." Reported Check at the scanners.
Wolffe took his gaze from the floating wreckage to look at his General whose face had creased. "Is it?" He asked himself. "No it's not possible, not after all this time."
"Sir?" Wolffe asked him, pulling the General from his thoughts.
"Get ships over there." A normal order, but confusion came with, "Help her and find if there are any others. When she is on the way to the Med Bay find out what happened."
"Sir, yes sir." The entire bridge answered.
Plo turned to the doors, "I will go with you."
On the wreckage of the ship Plo quickly found the lone survivor. Crossing over to the woman in her mid to late twenties wearing grey, the Wolffe Pack was surprised. What was a human woman doing on a ship operated by Dathamarian men?
What was even more puzzling is that one of them, an enemy every clone had heard about, Viscous was over her as if in a last attempt to keep her safe. This was a large puzzle. Then there was more.
Their General was taking this differently than any other mission that they had ever been on. Seeing the woman he came as close as a Kel Dor could to showing shock. Lifting her into his arms he carried her back to the shuttle and guarded her back to the ship