Changed Circle
by Warringer
Chapter Nine
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Neroon nodded to himself as he looked at the swirls of jump space again. Now the assembled fleet was on its way towards the Zendamor system, ready to show the humans their place in the universe.
It seemed that the humans had over extended themselves. They had only stationed a few old battle ships in the system. Maybe mostly because the system was only minor colony and not so important.
One of the ships was a special case. A big battle ships, longer than even the largest Minbari ship. They had taken on the largest Dilgar ship all by themselves during the Dilgar war and won. It would be a really interesting battle against such a ship.
The humans couldn't hope to win this battle. Only their large numbers had helped them during the earlier battles, but now they would be up against nearly four hundred Minbari battle ships, a hundred of them Sharlins. It was the largest assembled fleet since the Great War a millennium ago.
And after that, the humans would pay for the attack on the Gray Council and the Minbari Protectorate.
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Dawson nodded to him self. Like so often in the last weeks he stood in the Tactical Command Center of Norfolk and looked at one of the many holographic screens.
Just a few hours ago, the Mata Hari, one of the recon ships of the ONI had informed the fleet that the Minbari were on their way and their course vectors pointed at Zendamor.
The Minbari were falling for the trap. But at the same time, they had pulled the largest fleet together this war had seen from the side of the Minbari. About four hundred vessels, a quarter of them Sharlins.
He had given Yellow Alert throughout the fleet, preparing for the battle that would come in the next few hours.
If everything worked according to plan, the Minbari would get the shock of their lives. And hopefully sue for peace.
Dawson shook his head clear. He shouldn't think about that already. The battle was still hours away and there were so much that could go wrong. No plan survives initial contact with the enemy.
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Terran Union President Mark Ryan looked at his Chief of Staff. At the moment his face looked like that of a kicked puppy.
"Are you really sure?"
Sergey Kurjakov nodded.
"Yes, Mr. President."
Ryan turned around and started out into the sky of Washington D.C.
"Foreign influence? What sort of foreign influence?"
"Mossad still works that out, but from what we can tell, he has been under this influence since he returned from that flight from Za'ha'dum. But Jason Mordan isn't the only one. Nearly everyone from that flight seems to be under the same influence. And some of them are in positions similar to Mordan."
Ryan growled. How could the Director of the CIA be under foreign influence for years without anyone suspecting it. He turned back around and used his computer to look up the names of the people who had been on that flight to Za'ha'dum, an operation of the Smithsonian Institute and a few other institutes with a single CIA agent, Mordan, who had been part of the flight out of curiosity and because his father had asked him to.
His eyes widened in shock. Two senators, four representatives and the CO's of several mayor firm were under the people who had been to Za'ha'dum. If everything was prooved and Mossad returned with hard evidence, this would be a scandal larger than the 'Solakov Scandal' four years ago, which had completely ruined the Baseball Leagues. Not even today anyone would go to even a minor baseball game.
"Oh my god..."
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Sinclair leaned back and sighed. For the last few hours he and his crew of four were sitting in the Exaclibur, waiting for the Go signal. He looked over to Masako who flicked her ears in boredom.
Sinclair smiled a bit as he looked at he before his look went to the back of the cockpit to the bomb specialist. Lar'tal was a female Dilgar and Sinclair found it a little bit funny that she was here, doing the same job that had destroyed Dilgar installations during the last war. At the moment, she did the last checks of her systems.
The last member of the crew was Marco Hernandez, a Latino from Proxima, the gunner and responsible for the AEGIS system. The only thing that marked him as a mutant was the fact that his eyes were slitted. Sinclair looked at the book Marco was reading and raised an eyebrow seeing the title.
"'2001'? Aren't we in the 23rd century already?"
Marco glared at Sinclair and Masako snickered a bit.
"Got a problem with my choice, cap?"
"Not really. I read it myself, in High School for a project."
Marco shook his head and at the same time the PA system of the bomber awoke to life.
"'Operation Doolittle' is a Go. Zendamor is under attack of Minbari forces."
Sinclair clapped his hands.
"Okay, people. Lets get to work. And deliver our packages. All at the right place and at the right time. Like UPS does."