Author's Note: Ok, the first couple pages are just to harass Riley, but the rest has a point, trust me ;)

Content Warning: Violence and Mild language

Fox Tales
****TFC Victory, Somewhere in the Apollo System (June 7, 2019)****

The time is six fifteen, Earth standard time. Rise and shine, Riley."

"I'm going you damn machine!" she yelled back, throwing a pillow across the room. Obviously it wasn't going to quit until she got out of bed. Slowly throwing her feet over the side, she forced herself to sit up and then stand.

"Good morning, Riley. Sleep well?"

"No, now why don't you go blow a fuse or something!" she scowled. The computer's greeting was standard of course and not interactive. An addition of the programmer to make it seem more friendly to the user. Still, it had asked a stupid question and she was more than inclined to give it the answer it deserved.

Colonel Riley Fox shivered as the cold air hit the exposed parts of her skin. That was another thing that damn machine couldn't get straight. It was always too damn cold in her quarters. She had complained to the engineers about that, but all they said was sleep in warmer clothes. Sleep in warmer clothes??!! What kind of a stupid solution was that??!! If she wanted to sleep in shorts and a tank top that's what she was gonna do and to hell with anyone that said different! She'd make sure someone did something about it today, or else.

She ran through the list of things she needed to accomplish as she prepared a shower. Another double shift of training new pilots on top of her usually duties, which now somehow included babysitting the ship's incompetent executive officer. Apparently he was unable to complete a simple duty roster by himself and needed her help, as if she didn't have enough to do. She wondered if he was really that dumb or if it was just an excuse to hit on her. That was the last thing she needed, especially today. But maybe Karen was right. It had been twelve years, perhaps it was time she stopped turning this day into a funeral procession every year. Of course Karen was also concerned with fixing her up with just about every available guy on the ship. That was just plain annoying.

For the next hour, she tried hard to shove all of that to the back of her mind and get ready. As she finished putting on her uniform, she took a deep breath and prepared to walk out the door. A second before she did, however, she caught Robin's birthday gift in the corner of her eye. She still hasn't signed the card yet. She needed to make time for that in the next week before she forgot again. The important thing, however, that in seven days she'd get to see her little girl again for her sweet sixteen. That finally brought the first smile of the day to her face.

It wasn't long after Riley left her room, however, that she was assaulted by her first problem of the day.

"Colonel Fox!" Riley turned to see a young Lieutenant, running up behind her. "Ma'am, urgent orders from Commander Stevens."

Riley rolled her eyes but hoped the Lieutenant didn't see, "what orders?"

"He wants a field readiness test on flight ops done before 1700 today and a report on it by 1800, Ma'am."

Doesn't he have anything better to do and then harass me, Riley thought. "Thank you, Lieutenant," she managed to get out.

The Lieutenant turned to leave but then stopped, "oh and Ma'am, I almost forgot. He wanted to know if you were still available to go over the duty roster today at 2000."

Riley had to remind herself to not kill the messenger, "tell him that my duty shift ends at 2000 so it'll have to wait until tomorrow." That weasel was not going to monopolize all her time. It just wasn't going to happen.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said saluting.

She returned the salute and continued to her office. She hadn't taken two steps when someone else called her name, but in the more familiar form. "Riley! Wait up!"

Riley let out a small smile, "Good morning, Major Atwater."

Karen looked at her like she was offended. "And good morning to you, Colonel Fox," she said with emphasis on the name and snapping to attention. Rolling her eyes, Riley turned and continued walking. Karen quickly followed, "hey what's up with you today?" She quickly answered her own question though, "oh wait... it's the seventh, isn't it?" Riley sighed and kept walking. Karen continued pursuit, "Come on, Riley. Don't ignore me, I'm your best friend!"

Riley grabbed her squad mate and wingman by the arm and pulled her into her office, shutting the door behind them. "Can you just NOT start with me today? I didn't sleep much last night."

"I'm not starting anything," Karen defended herself. "I just want to know what's got my friend so down before the day's even started."

"Well for starters, I think I mentioned I didn't sleep well," Riley reiterated.

"Yes, but WHY didn't you sleep well?" Karen pushed.

"Because I had a bad case of insomnia last night," Riley lied, trying to look busy.

Now it was Karen's turn to roll her eyes, "alright, fine, if you don't want to tell them then I'll just go get Lt. Colonel Robertson and have him try and get it out of you." Karen turned as if to leave and smiled. That was sure to get a reaction.

"Karen, if you think of telling him anything, I'll have you grounded so fast you're head will spin!" Riley said with glare that might or might not have been lethal. The enlisted pilots were still debating that one.

Karen turned back to face Riley, still with the smile on her face, "relax, Ri. But you know it wouldn't hurt if you talked to someone every once in a while. And from the way I've seen you looking at him, I figure he wouldn't be a bad choice. Besides, he looks at you quite a bit too."

"You're imagining things," she assured Karen.

"Am I? And besides, would it be so wrong if I was right? Is the great Riley Fox not allowed to be happy? Is she not allowed to look at an attractive man and feel good?"

"It's not that, Karen," Riley tried to stop her.

"Then tell me what it is, Riley," Karen continued. "Tell what is holding you back from having any kind of romantic relationship with a man other than the fact that he's not Zach."

Riley immediately stopped what she was doing when Karen mentioned the name. Karen had never met "Zach" and knew very little about him other than what Riley told everyone when they asked. He was her first true love. A brave and courageous man, even if he was too modest to admit it and her greatest source of comfort. She thought back to how excited he was to be appointed the first glider commander in the history of mankind aboard the TFC O'Neill. She of course was happy for him, but at the same time, very afraid of him being on the front lines knowing war with the Maldorian was coming. Her fears were realized twelve years ago today, in orbit of planet light years away they had called Argos.

"Zach has nothing to do with this," she lied. "And why do you have to fix me up with someone anyway? I mean between you trying to set me up with every available guy on the ship and Robin trying to set me up with Johnathan, I'm going nuts."

Karen smiled at the mention of Johnathan's name. He had been a father figure to Robin for as long as Karen could remember, which is why Riley decided that it would be better for Robin to have a planet bound "normal" life living with John and Paris. It had been hard for her to make that decision, she had a hard time the first couple of months and you could still tell on some nights she wished her little girl was still on the ship with her. "Well there is always something to be said about the younger man," she smirked.

Riley groaned but was saved by the comm that chirped to life. "Fox here," she responded.

"Colonel, I need you to come to the bridge," the Captain instructed her. "I have a job for your squadron."

"On my way, Sir," she said turning off the comm. She smiled up at Karen, "duty calls."

"Don't think I'm letting this go," Karen said as they walked out of the office.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Riley mumbled.

****TFC Victory, Bridge (10 minutes later)****

"We suspect the Maldorian Gunship to be operating in this area," Commander Stevens said, circling an area on the map.

Captain Ming stepped in at that point, "Your job, Alpha wing, will be to search the area and find the gunship. Once you have done that, relay the coordinates to the Victory and return for refueling. You will stand as backup as Beta and Gamma wings conduct an assault."

Riley was not happy. It felt like her squadron was being reduced to playing a glorified game of hide and seek. "With all due respect, Sir, but why are you sending Alpha wing on this mission?"

The Captain understood all too well what Riley really meant. Why was her squad being reduced to such a menial task. "Colonel, it is vital that we find this gunship as quickly as possibly, and because of that I need my best out there looking for it. Alpha is my best. I realize this mission isn't up to your usual standards, but I don't have any options at this point."

"Understood, Sir," was all Riley could say. They'd do it, but that didn't mean they had to like it.

"Good," the Captain nodded. "Alpha wing, you are scheduled to depart in fifteen minutes."

All four of Alpha wing, snapped to attention and saluted, "yes, Sir!" They all then headed for the locker room to prepare for the mission. Commander Stevens ran after Riley to catch her before she got too far.

"Colonel! A moment please."

Riley groaned and stopped. This day was not getting any better. The Commander ran up behind her and waited for her to turn and face him. She took her time. "Yes, Sir?"

"I was still hoping you could help me with that duty roster sometime today," he said a little too hopefully.

"As I told the Lieutenant, my shift ends at 2000 today. We'll have to do it some other time. Now if you'll excuse me..." She turn and began walking, but Stevens kept right up with her.

"Well maybe we could do it over dinner or something?"

"I don't think so," she said still walking.

"Well maybe we could work something else out, Colonel. I would really appreciate your help on this," he insisted.

Riley was not in the mood, "Sir, let me clue you in on something right now. I don't like you. I don't want to spend time with you, on duty or off. And I'm be damned if I want you hitting on me! Now, if you order me to help you with that damn roster on duty, I'll do it, but don't think for a second you can start monopolizing my time off duty. Now, I have a mission to prepare for and I no longer have time for this!" With that, Riley walked off, leaving the Commander stunned and shell shocked.

****TFC Victory, Glider Launch Bay (15 minutes later)****

*Pre-flight check complete, control. Alpha wing ready for launch.*

"Roger that, Alpha one. You are cleared to launch."

"Confirmed, control," Riley responded. "Leave the light on for us."

*Roger that, Alpha one. Happy hunting.*

The four gliders departed the glider bay two by two and set a course for their search area. "All pilots, check in," Riley ordered.

"Alpha two, on your wing," Karen responded.

"Alpha three, five by five," Lt. Dale Clarkson continued.

"Alpha four, ready and waiting," concluded Lt. Erin Simms.

"Sensors on maximum range, wide field."

"Copy that, Alpha one," Karen acknowledged. "And keep an eye out for hard up Commanders."

"Cut the chatter, Alpha two," Riley grunted.

Karen smiled. Sometimes it was just too easy, but someone had to get her to lighten up.

****Apollo System, Sector 21 by 15 by 25 (2 hours later)****

Riley sighed. Yet another sector searched and yet again, nothing. This was getting very old. "Alpha one to Alpha wing. Sector search complete, no signs of the gunship. Prepare to move to sector 21 by 15 by 32."

"Roger that Alpha one," Karen replied. "Moving to sec... what the hell??!!"

Riley saw it just a few seconds after Karen did. It was almost as if the gunship had come out of no where. "Opening a channel to the Victory," she said flipping on her long range communications channel. "Alpha wing to Victory. We have made contact with the gunship. I am transmitting coordinates now. Repeat, we have located the Maldorian gunship. Coordinates are being transmitted." Riley waited for a reply, but got only static. They must have been jamming transmissions. Damn, Riley thought, I wonder how much of that got through.

"Alpha one, I am reading all communications as jammed," Clarkson reported. "Orders, Ma'am?"

Their wasn't time to leave and warn the Victory. By the time they got back, the gunship would be long gone, but without knowing if their message got through, there was no way to know if reinforcements were on the way. There was only one thing to do. "Alpha wing, set up an attack run on that gunship."

"Colonel, I don't need to remind you that won't leave us with enough fuel for conventional drives to get back to the Victory," Karen warned.

"I'm aware of that, Major," Riley said, preparing to make her run, "but we don't have much of a choice. If that gunship gets away, there will be at least four colonies at risk."

"Understood. Alpha wing preparing for attack run."

The four ships formed up in a v-formation and barreled down on the gunship. The gunship retaliated with it's ship to ship cannons, but they were intended for larger, slower ships and the gliders were much too fast. As the glider's closed, Riley gave final instructions, "target engines and weapons. The shields on these ships are inferior to the ones on the destroyers so we should be able to do some damage." All three reported understanding and each took aim at a target. As they passed over the ship, they began attacking, scoring direct hits on the engines and weapon. "I'm reading minimal damage. Line up another one," Riley ordered.

"I've got a problem," Simms reported. "I got a little too close to one of the cannon and I've lost navigation. Attitude control is failing too."

"Alpha three, can you assist?"

"Roger that, Alpha one," Clarkson confirmed. "Moving into position now."

"That just leaves us, Alpha two. Prepare for second attack run," Riley ordered.

"Colonel, he's making a break for it!"

Riley could see Karen was right. The gunship was powering up it's hyperspeed engines and trying to escape. "Target those engines! Give them everything you got!" she yelled.

"Roger!" The two gliders came in at full speed and laid down as much fire as possible on the gunship engines. When the run was over, Karen checked her sensors. "Colonel, it wasn't enough. Their engines are still online."

"Damn it! Setting up third attack run!" she said in frustration.

Karen looked at her sensors again and smiled, "no sir, Colonel. It's the calvary!"

Just as she said it, the Victory emerged from hyperspace and Beta and Gamma wings launched. "This is Beta one, Beta and Gamma wings preparing for attack run," Lieutenant Colonel Robertson voice announced. Riley had never been so glad to hear it. She realized that both her and Karen were bingo fuel and that another attack run meant they wouldn't have been able to pull out in time to clear the gunship.

"This is Alpha one, requesting assistance. We are bingo fuel and and Alpha four is damaged."

*Roger that, Alpha one. Launching support wing Delta to assist*

While they waited, Riley and Alpha wing watched as Beta and Gamma wings finished what they started, taking out both the engines and weapons of the gunship. She breathed a sigh of relief until she saw something shoot out of the front of the gunship.

"Control, this is Alpha one. Was that what I think it was?" Riley asked, hoping she was wrong.

*Afraid so, Alpha one.*

Riley swore under her breath, but for the moment, that was the least of their problems.

"This is Beta one to Victory," Robertson started. "We have a problem. The gunship is overloading their reactor. They're gonna go any minute."

*All gliders return to bays! I repeat! All gliders return to bays!*

Delta wing has just reached the Alpha ships and were grappling them. All four wings scrambled to dock and then the Victory entered hyperspace, just seconds before the explosion.

****TFC Victory, Bridge (1 hour later)****

The Captain grimly continued the briefing. "The burst transmission the gunship sent out before it was destroyed, was confirmed received by a waiting destroyer in the Ares System. This means that the destroyer is aware of at least four colonies in the surrounding systems. Including the Athena system."

That was the part Riley didn't want to hear. Athena was where Robin, Paris and John were and where they were supposed to make their next supply stop. The problem was, they didn't know where the destroyer was going to hit first and they couldn't protect all the planets at once.

"I've just received orders the Fleet Command regarding this situation. There are four Thor class destroyers in the vicinity of the target planets, the Hammond, the Cheyenne, the Constitution and us, the Victory. Since we were headed for Athena anyway for resupply, Fleet Command has ordered us to cut our patrol short and head there immediately."

"Sir," Lt. Clarkson interjected, "we've seen that in a one on one fight, we don't stand a chance against their destroyers. It usually takes three or more to make it an even fight. How are we gonna stop this thing by ourselves?"

"Anyway we can, Lieutenant, is that understood?" Ming asked, glaring at him.

"Yes, Sir," Clarkson responded and backed down.

"Now I want everyone on full alert until we receive orders that this is over. Colonel, when we reach the Athena system, I want two glider wings on patrol at all times."

"Yes, Sir," Riley said, trying to sound as unaffected by all of this as she could.

"The rest of you have your standing orders," Ming continued. "I want status reports every six hours on readiness. Dismissed."

All of the officers nodded understanding and turned to leave. Ming decided to make sure all this wasn't affecting Riley too much, "Colonel Fox. A moment please?"

Riley turned back toward him, "Yes, Sir?"

"I know this must be tough on you, Colonel," he said as a friend and not as a Captain. "If you want, I can put Lt. Colonel Robertson in charge of the glider operations until this is over."

"Honestly, Sir, I would prefer to be right where I am during all this," Riley confessed. "It would drive me crazy just to sit here while all of my men were out fighting."

The Captain nodded understanding, "very well, Colonel. Just remember that you have people who care about you to talk to if you need it."

Riley smiled, "of course, Sir." She turned and went to prepare the glider patrol rotations. She desperately needed to keep busy over the next few days of travel. She wondered if any of her friends and family would be left when it was all over.

****TFC Victory, In Hyperspace, minutes from the Athena System (June 12, 2019)****

Riley hurried to the bridge. She knew from experience that anytime you're in a high alert status and the Captain wants to see you right away, it can't be good news. She walked in to see the entire rest of the command staff assembled.

"Now that Colonel Fox has arrived, we can begin," Commander Stevens said sternly. Riley shot him a glare but he ignored it and continued. "Approximately three hours ago, Fleet Command lost contact with a listening post that was two light hours from Athena." The room stood in collective silence, some of them glancing to Riley for her reaction. If the destroyer was planning to attack Athena, that meant they would already be there by now. "An evacuation was ordered just minutes after we lost contact, but as you know, it takes at least twenty hours at a minimum to evacuate a colony the size of Athena."

"Why was there no early detection of the destroyer?" Someone in the back asked.

"We've analyze the data from Alpha's tracking of the gunship five days ago. We believe all Maldorian ships have been outfitted with a new stealth technology that renders them invisible to our sensors until we are in close proximity." That statement got the room going again. That means they could sneak up on colonies and battle groups with impunity. An already lopsided war was about to get a whole lot worse.

"Calm down, everyone!" Ming interrupted. "Now why the destroyer wasn't seen earlier is of no consequence to us at the moment. They only problem we face at this point is how to stop their attack once we arrive. Now are their any working theories?"

Now the room went deathly quiet again. They were all so intimidated by what they were about to face, they stood like deer in the headlights. All except Riley that is. "What about reinforcements?"

"The nearest ship is the Hammond and it's still four hours behind us," Ming informed her.

"Then we throw them everything we got, Sir," she said boldly. "Gliders, cannons, debris if we find a way. Anything to bring that shield down. We launch all forty-eight gliders, and have them all hit in the same spot to open a hole in their shields."

Stevens rolled his eyes and responded, "That type of precision shooting would leave all the of the gliders and the Victory herself as easy targets. You would almost have to stationary to do it!"

"Then we'll stay stationary, Sir," Riley told him point blank. "Our job is to protect that colony while it evacuates and that means we do it by any means necessary."

"But our objective is to also get alive," he argued.

"Secondary objective," she reminded. "Our primary objective is to get as many of those colonists as possible off that planet!"

Stevens was being very upset now, "you wouldn't be suggesting this if this were any other planet, but since your daughter is on this one...!"

"That'll be quite enough, Commander!" Ming stopped him. "Now this is not the time to be attacking one another! We'll have enough of that when we reach Athena! For now, I want all of you to your duty posts! Colonel Fox, I want you to have all glider wings prepped and ready to launch ASAP."

Riley gave a long glare at Stevens before departing with the rest. She tried to shove it to the back of her mind. There were more important things to worry about right now.

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"Come out of hyperspace on my mark, Lieutenant," Ming ordered. He waited for the right moment and then gave the work, "Mark!". The ship made a slight lurch as it came out of hyperspace, but then settled into a cruising speed. They watched on their monitors the attack on the Athena colony from the destroyer. "Move us into position and prepare to launch gliders."

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Alpha through Mu wings stood ready to launch and just awaited the word. Riley was scared, sad and pissed all at the same time. She hoped Robin and Paris were off the planet by now, but there was no way to know for sure until after everything was over. Paris had looked to Riley as her surrogate mother ever since Chrislyn and Sam had been killed four years ago. Now she felt as if she had two daughters. She had to do something to save them. No matter what it took, they were going to live through this.

*Alpha wing you are cleared to launch*

"Copy that, control. Alpha wing launching," came Riley's reply. The four gliders left the launch bay and were setting up their attack while the other eleven wings launched behind them. "Alpha wing, we're setting up dead center on the target. All other wings fall in behind and take appropriate angles."

All wing leaders responded in kind. The Victory moved into position as well. The surprising thing was that the destroyer had yet to take any action against them. Maybe they thought there was no danger, Riley assumed. She was determined to prove them wrong. "All wings! Open fire!" she finally ordered. All forty-eight gliders and the Victory concentrated fire on a particular spot on the destroyer's forward shields. And as Riley suggested, they released a flurry of debris and anything thing else expendable in the direction of the destroyer to drain the shield's power.

The destroyer finally took notice and the ships began drawing some of the fire that had been directed at the planet. Epsilon three and Theta two were hit in the initial flurry and destroyed. The Victory meanwhile took damage to her hyperspeed engines.

*Alpha one, this is control. We're reading a massive power up in the destroyer's weapon systems. They're gonna hit something and they're gonna hit it hard*

That meant either the planet or the Victory and both those options were unacceptable. "Control, this is Alpha one. What is the shield strength of the destroyer's forward shields."

*Transmitting that data now.*

Riley quickly looked over the information and decided it was worth they risk. "Beta one, I'm leaving you in charge. I've got an idea." She then broke formation and started toward the destroyer.

"This is Beta one. What are you talking about, Colonel? We need to stick to our orders."

"Orders just changed, Beta one. Continue to concentrated your fire until I give the word," she ordered. "I'm going to force my glider through the shield and take our their weapons point blank.

"This is Alpha two, requesting permission to join Alpha one," Karen broke in, trying to determine what she was up to.

"Requested denied, Alpha two," she immediately said.

"Too late, Riley. I'm already on your wing," Karen informed her. "Besides, you'll be shot down before you get close. You need a decoy."

"Damn it, Karen! Get back in formation!" Riley ordered.

"Beta four joining formation behind Alpha one."

"Gamma one forming up on Alpha one."

Riley couldn't believe what she was hearing. One by one, ships broke formation and formed up behind her. No matter how much she protested they just kept coming.

"Colonel, no matter what you are up to, we want to be a part of it," Robertson explained. "It's your family now, but next time it could be anyone of ours."

Riley knew she couldn't talk them out of it. "Look, we can't all go. I need eleven volunteers."

More than eleven volunteered, but Riley vetoed those with families and loved ones. The rest were all single and no family of which to speak. They all knew what the risks of what they were about to do.

Forming a wedge behind Riley, they charged the destroyer at full speed. The destroyer began to turn its attention to them as they neared and began taking them out one by one. By they time they reached the destroyer, only six remained. "All gliders, cease fire! We're entering the shield!" The gliders ceased fire and the six attempted to enter, including Robertson, Karen and Riley. Five made it as the sixth hit the shield at a wrong angle and spun out of control into the destroyer.

"Concentrate your fire on the weapons system. Take it out at all costs!" Riley commanded. All five immediately did as asked. The destroyer's short range guns began firing and destroyed Karen's glider. Theta three survived a few seconds longer before going down.

Riley surged ahead of the remaining three unleashing everything she had. It would be the last decision she would every make. Unable to pull up, her glider collided directly into the ship, finishing what her weapon had started. No pain. No regret. Just desperate love in her final moments.

The last two gliders, unable to maneuver from the explosion, plunged into the ship's reactor.

****TFC Victory, Bridge****

Captain Ming and the entire bridge staff just stared at the screen for what seemed like years. It was actually no more than a few seconds, however. "What's their status, Lieutenant?" Ming finally asked. The lieutenant stood still, unable to move. Just starting at the screen. "LIEUTENANT! What is their status!" he ordered again.

The Lieutenant finally snapped into action, "uhhhh, their weapons are inoperative. I'm reading a buildup in their reactor, Sir. Massive damage."

"Are they far enough from the planet?" Ming asked worried.

"Yes, Sir, but if we don't move, we're toast," the Lieutenant told him.

"Jump to hyperspace!"

"We can't, Sir! The hyperspace engines are too damaged."

"They get us out of her as fast as you can and order the gliders to follow," he ordered.

"Yes, Sir!" The Lieutenant immediately relayed the orders.

When the destroyed exploded, the resulting shock wave overtook the Victory and rocked the ship. The Victory floated off the planet's sensors and was never heard from again.

****Planet Destination #13, Victory's bridge (October 24, 2025)****

Sharp terminated the file they were watching. It was enough to send them both to tears. For the next hour, they shared what felt like a family hug.

Sam returned from working on the ship's other systems and seeing them, decided to leave them to grieve. Exiting the ship, she went to go get the next team to enter the ship.

****Journal Entry, (September 15, 2026)****

After almost an entire year of work and excavation, the Victory is ready to fly again. Sam says that with 3 newly installed Argos lasers, we should be able to take on one, maybe two destroyers by ourselves.

Robin's really used this project to help her cope with the reality of her mother's death. Of course, all I needed to see was what she gave her life for. It's proved to me everything I will every need to know about her. I only wish I could have have shared in her life more than the short time we had together.

I'm having to cut this entry short today. The dedication of the ship is starting soon and I have something special planned.

****Dedication Ceremony, (September 15, 2026)****

The ceremony had already started when Sharp arrived. He quickly ascended to the platform and took his seat. Robin was just finishing her speech and noticed him coming. "Now I've been told that Captain Sharp has something special that he would like to present. So I'll turn it over to him."

Sharp stood and walked to the podium, "thank you, Commander Michaels." He waited for the applause to stop before beginning. "Today marks a historic day for all of mankind. Today we tell our oppressors that we will not go quietly into the night. If they want a fight, we'll give it to them!" The crowd roared to applause again. He calmed them after a few minutes and continued, "when this ship was originally in service, it was called the Victory. Now that is all something we would like to one day claim in this war, but if we do achieve that victory, it will be because of people who fought and died before us to bring up to this point. So now, as we rechristen this ship for flight, I would like to present to you, not the ship named Victory, but the ship named for two of the most important people in our fight for the right to survive. I hereby christen this ship, the Foxstar!"

The crowd erupted in cheering again and their wasn't a dry eye there. It was a new beginning for Robin, Sharp and the rest, but the old foundation, laid by those like Dr. Chrislyn Star and Colonel Riley Fox would never be forgotten.

****To Be Continued in "Turning Points"****