Kent sat on the drop ship on an uneventful escape from Mar Sara. Watching out into space he contemplated his next destination. He watched outside seeing the wreckage of many ships, many looking recently destroyed.
'This is strange,' Kent thought, 'the zerg orbiting the planet were destroyed.'
A voice cracked on speaker.
"Neon Alpha-Foxtrot do you read?" A man said on the other side of the radio.
"Yeah," replied the pilot of the dropship.
"We have been ordered to take the stored research on are elite troops and take Dr. Kent into custody," he firmly ordered.
"What?" The pilot asked bewildered.
"We have been given our orders. Do you comply?"
"I'm sorry but we are currently in transit-"
Suddenly a burst of light came over and sliced a hole into the side. Kent rushed over to an oxygen helmet and began breathing. It was very cold in space very cold. He very quickly gets on a full suit and warmth soon rushed to him.
"We're under fire! All Confederate personnel we need assistance!" The pilot shouted.
"Have a nice day," the man on the other side said quietly.
"A strange airship flew away and a confederate battleship appeared,"
Storing his info on his databanks he jumped out of the hole just before another laser burned through. Kent looked at the battleship's numbers on the side so he could have the crew questioned later.
The battleship stopped firing and turned away, assuming Kent was dead. As soon as he was sure the vessel was out of range he activated his beacon and went inside to see how the pilot was.
He was sad to see a mess of blood and guts covering the cockpit. Pushing the remains aside he realized the ship still had power. Rushing to see any video footage he could keep, he found that it had been jammed.
Waiting for hours was boring but he was happy to see a small fighter come by. It opened its loading dock and Kent came in.
"Welcome. Saw yer beacon and thought I'd pick you up on route to Tarsonis," the pilot said.
"Thanks. I thought I'd surely be dead," Kent panted. He turned around and looked at Kent raising a pair of glasses.
"Why?" He asked, curious.
"It was really strange. My drop ship was hailed this one battle-," Kent was cut off.
"Wait a second, got a call," he flips a switch, "Hello!"
"Delta one. We have detected a fugitive on board your vessel. Hand him over," the familiar voice said. Listening in silence to the pilot denying having any fugitive on board, Kent shouted "Cloak!"
The pilot complied and dodged a laser that would have hit the ship.
"Holy shit! What the hell was that!" The pilot screamed.
"No time now! Hurry we gotta get to Tarsonis!" Kent yelled.
"Damn man I think that was a yamato! What the hell are they doing firing on other Confederates!"
"Go!" Kent yelled and the pilot went. Kent just escaped another near death situation.