Chapter 10
Location: Battlestar Pegasus
Date: February 8, 2025
Time: 1000 Zulu
"What do we got?" Cain managed to get out as the bridge settled into Action Stations.
"Four vessels holding position. Alert Vipers launched and all ships are in Defense Formation Alpha," Colonel Belzen called out, handing over control of the bridge to his Admiral, "Same FTL signatures we encountered right before the war."
"Same FTL?" Cain asked, "Are you certain?"
"Yes ma'am, but they're different ships. All of them smaller than the one we destroyed. Three of them match what we've got captured on the planet. The fourth is…pyramid shaped, almost perfectly identical," Belzen replied, handing over a pad that the Colonials were able to use to showcase information they needed on a rapidly available and handy device.
Admiral Cain looked at the image, seeing the golden triangle hovering there with three smaller vessels around it. She recognized the basic look at that of the Cylon vessel her battle group had destroyed several years earlier and her breath caught in her throat. But that didn't last long, as back then only the Pegasus had upgrades and weapons that made that victory possible. This time, her whole fleet had those upgrades, with the exception being the destroyers and Marinestar who didn't have rail guns. Needless to say, she was confident that this time no Colonial warships would be destroyed. But she couldn't be too sure.
"Any fighters of their own?" Cain demanded.
"Negative Admiral, they arrived a few minutes ago and haven't moved since."
"Alright, all cruisers acquire firing solutions on the central vessel, destroyers to focus on the other three," Cain ordered, "Nuclear weapons are authorized, launch on my command only."
"Aye sir," her communications officer called out immediately and relayed the orders.
"Our forces didn't report any signs of Cylons in that ship," Belzen grumbled, his mind churning over the facts, "But the Cylons clearly had something like these ships."
"Focus Colonel, we'll leave the analysis to Fleet Intelligence," Cain firmly said as Belzen thought his suspicions aloud.
"Sir, incoming message from the unknown vessel."
"Well Colonel," Cain said, "Let's see how close your suspicions are put it through to me."
"Aye sir."
Cain picked up the phone but she was surprised at what she heard. A male voice was speaking in a language she didn't quite understand, which made her furrow her brow in confusion as to what to say. She didn't understand a word this man was saying, but the tone of his voice was unmistakable. He wanted a fight. The Colonials had gone and attacked one of their ships so it was simple to put two and two together for her.
"Charge rail guns one and two," Cain ordered, "Full power to forward defense fields. If those pirates want a war we'll give 'em a war."
The bridge snapped into action, they knew there was going to be a fight today, and all were confident of victory. They outnumbered their opponents quite solidly, nineteen ships with several hundred Vipers and Raptors ready for combat, their opponents had four ships, only one of which seemed to be much of a threat to them. The fleet was in a defensive position, ready to blast their opponents the moment they made a threatening move.
"Hostiles are moving towards us," her DRADIS operator called out.
"We're not letting them fire first," Cain said, "All cruisers to fire their rail guns after us."
"Aye sir."
"Lieutenant," Cain said, "Do we have a firing solution?"
"Yes sir," the man said confidently, "Guns one and two are ready to fire on your command."
"Distance to target?" Cain demanded.
"Ninety-eight thousand meters," the man replied.
"Well in range…" she said confidently, "Fire at will."
"Yes sir, safeties off, weapon's hot. Firing in three, two, one. Fire."
A shudder went through the Pegasus as the two tungsten darts zipped away in a blazing white bolt of light. Immediately after three other identical bolts lanced out from the cruisers. The pyramid-like vessel had no chance against the five bolts that struck in closely timed impacts. The golden shield flashed into view as the two bolts from the Pegasus smashed into it and then shuddered as the bolt from one of the light cruisers struck it and then shattered as the heavy cruiser's bolt cut clean through it and smashed into the center of the vessel, effectively knocking out the pyramid ship. A shock wave emanated from the impact as fire gutted through the ship. But then the second light cruiser's bolt lanced right through the upper hull, shattering the entire tip of the ship and sending it spinning and ripping pieces off as explosions destroyed the wreckage into an unrecognizable mass of twisted and charred metal.
"Well that was easy," Colonel Belzen chuckled.
"Not over yet, all Vipers and Raptors engage the rest of those ships, hunt 'em down. Try to disable them, Fleet Intelligence will want as much to work with as they can since that other ship is unsalvageable," Cain noted.
"Sir, hostile ships are falling back, fighters are pursuing."
"Very well," Cain responded, seeing the many Vipers on DRADIS going after the enemy ships. She did a quick count of the Vipers in pursuit, coming out with seven full squadrons.
"Sir," the communications officer called out, "Flash message from the planet. They're detecting something on their thermals. It's hard to say for sure but the Marines are reporting movement in the ridges outside their perimeter."
"Some sort of hostiles arrive in orbit and then we get movement on the ground?" Belzen noted, "I don't think this is coincidence."
"I agree," Cain said, leaning on the table, "Better get our commandoes back down there."
"They're already down there sir."
"Very well," Cain responded with a nod, "I want prisoners. Whoever they are I want them alive. But I won't be too disappointed with more dead pirates."
There were a few chuckles from the other bridge crew who were all in a sort of high from another victory against advanced warships. That high was about to end. They could see that their Vipers were steadily gaining on their three sluggish opponents who were very much trying desperately to evade their opponents. But with as many Vipers and Raptors pursuing them as there were they really had no chance.
The first of them was struck by a trigger-happy Viper from the Pegasus who struck the triangular vessel with a pair of missiles that blew apart the rear engines and caused the vessel to tumble into the atmosphere and explode and rip itself apart as it hit the atmosphere. The next two vessels split up, their weapons firing globs of explosive plasma back at the mass of Colonial Vipers as they all opened fire with their own missiles that struck both craft. The slower of the two vessels was hit by a volley of eight missiles and had its rear section effectively ripped into shreds as it tumbled and spun into orbit.
The third had a trio of missiles strike it right in between the two dual engines and the craft lost power as a gout of flame rushed from the many hull breaches as the craft lost power and all hull integrity. The Vipers all surrounded the two craft, many wanting to squeeze the triggers on their weapons to be able to claim kills of their own. But the massacre of a battle was over. These pirates hadn't known what they were in for when they'd arrived in orbit. And they had paid dearly for it.
But the Colonials, in their excellent display of military prowess had brought some unwanted attention upon themselves. The pirates they'd just crushed were just the tip of the iceberg of what was a massive criminal empire more dangerous than the one their old enemies, the Cylons, had aligned themselves with. This fact was something the Colonials were about to find out for themselves. But they were about to meet someone else. A force they'd met before, and one they'd feared.
Location: Unknown Planet, Several Miles from Recon One Base Camp
Colonel Black knew it was a gamble to not return to base. But with so much being found here he felt the risks had so far been worth it. And Admiral Queen back at base had agreed with him so here they were still in place on this planet. They had changed over to small exploration parties of four, two troops guarding two of the team's scientists out on more exploring missions. At the moment there were two teams out and about, one team being the two biologists and the other being the two geologists.
With the two geologists as they examined an exposed streambed were two of the more experienced Colonial troops, Lieutenant Robin Bragg and Gunnery Sergeant Charles Bradley. Bradley, the larger and more experienced of the two, had a SAW in hand, more comfortable with some more formidable firepower. Meanwhile Bragg had a full-sized assault rifle with a grenade launcher attached (Think G36. Starbuck used one in the Rescue on Caprica). The two geologists, Dr. Denise Hepler and Dr. Natasha Hart, were carefully examining a solid wall of stone with many layers etched into it like a wavy rainbow of natural toned hues. And they seemed to be quite content to just sit there and work in absolute calm.
"Anything new sir?" Bradley asked the young lieutenant who was standing on the top of the bank as he walked up next to her.
"Nothing, they're still digging," she responded, adjusting her sunglasses a bit, "Find anything on your perimeter sweep?"
"A couple game trails with some old tracks, that's about it," he replied with a shrug.
"Frakking heat," Lieutenant Bragg grumbled, "I'd bet Warren's right at home right now."
"Yeah, he's said he's already gotten to tranq a few critters and the eggheads say they want one of those deer to study," Bradley responded as he looked down at the scientists doing their work. But they'd heard him.
"What's this about eggheads?" Dr. Hart piped up from where she was panning in the stream, looking at different sediments that came up.
"Oh that's what we're being called now," Dr. Hepler chuckled as she chipped away at the large rock way, gathering samples for study.
"Well yeah," Bradley said affirmatively, "At least until you do something…not like an egghead."
"So what if I saved your life? Or…" Dr. Hart said, leaning down to check what was in her pan and then laughed out loud.
"Or what?"
"Or made you rich?" she said with a beaming smile.
"What're you talking about rich?" Bragg asked.
"I think I've got a theory why that creature was here. Gold."
"Gold?!" Dr. Hepler yelped, "Let me see that."
The other more experienced scientist hopped over the thin stream and kneeled down next to her assistant. She pulled out a small magnet and held it over the grains of small golden nuggets and sure enough, it wasn't magnetic.
"Wow interesting, very interesting," Hepler mumbled, "And you just panned it out?"
"Yeah, I've been at it for only a few minutes so there must be a substantial deposit up there," the younger scientist replied.
"Wonder if we can get a cut from this score," Bragg chuckled.
"I wouldn't be so sure, Lieutenant failed chemistry," Hart giggled.
"Hey, it was on the spur of the moment and I realized what I said after I said it. I'm not stupid," the young officer snapped back.
"Sure, we get it, that's why you're a soldier," Hepler poked once again.
"You…" Bragg stuttered, not liking the humor everyone was getting out of her own slip of the tongue yesterday.
"Better stop while you're ahead sir," Bradley laughed, "You're not gonna make it any better by fighting."
"Frak it, I'm gonna head downstream a ways and see what's there," she finally snapped, "I'll be in contact."
"Don't go too far eltee," Bradley reminded her.
"You know I won't!" she waved him off as she hopped down to the stream and began walking down the rocky streambed.
"Some thin skin on that one," Hepler said as she deposited the gold grains into a specimen capsule.
"Yeah maybe," Bradley said as she disappeared around the corner of the stream with rifle in hand, "But she's been getting a hard time from some of the rest of the team for that gold quip."
"Ah, had enough of it all?"
"Yeah pretty much, some of the people we have in section two are injured as you know so they're bored and she's a bit of a target right now. There's only so much you can take, no matter how thick your skin is."
"Fair enough," the younger of the two scientists shrugged.
With that all three of them fell into a moment of silence as they all continued their work. Sergeant Bradley kept a constant look-out for anything wrong nearby. There wasn't anything they couldn't take anything out here for granted. It could be dangerous, or it could be perfectly harmless. The Colonials' best just couldn't and wouldn't take that chance. But the two geologists were just having too much fun and were so intrigued with their work that five minutes passed before they knew it.
"You wanna take a look at this?" Dr. Hepler said after the silence became too much to bear for her.
"Look at what?" Bradley asked, looking down as Dr. Hepler walked over to her stack of equipment under a pop-up tent she and her assistant had painstakingly set up when they'd arrived.
"Here," she called over, and tossed over a vial of golden nuggets and small grains of the valuable material.
"Wow," the man replied, "That's amazing. And this is all gold?"
"Send it to the Treasury and they'd turn it into cubits," Dr. Hart said as she cleaned off her pan and tossed it over to the rest of her equipment.
"How much you think?"
"That amount wouldn't make more than a few chips. Although they do have a classified makeup, it's well-known they're not pure gold. More like a large amount of many metals to keep it from being counterfeited."
"Well yeah, but the price of gold right now is…what? Eighty cubits?"
"I'm a geologist, not a banker sarge."
"Yeah fair enough," the big man responded, dropping the vial back down to them.
"Bradley," the voice of his Lieutenant called out as she returned.
"Lieutenant?"
"Didn't see a thing down there," she shrugged as she looked at her watch, "It's about time to head back. It's a few hours until nightfall and I'd bet we've got an hour walk after a good ten minutes or so getting your equipment packed."
"More or less," the two scientists replied.
"Get going, we've gotta move," Lieutenant Bragg replied.
"Better hurry," Bradley said calmly, "We're being watched."
Bragg gripped her rifle tighter, and looked out into the surrounding forest. There was nothing but dry desert highland forest as far as the eye could see. The sky was still devoid of clouds, just the same light blue heat of a desert. They could sense something wrong, although what exactly it was they didn't know.
"Where?" she asked.
"No telling," he shook his head, "But we're being watched. No question about it, I can feel it."
"Keep an eye out," Bragg whispered and then turned around and keyed her radio, "Bragg to base camp."
"Base camp," it was Captain Stinson, the team XO, "Go ahead Lieutenant."
"Sir, we're on our way back to base camp. ETA two hours. But Gunnery Sergeant Bradley believes we're being watched. I believe him, something's not right."
"That's about what we're feeling here too," the man replied, "Better hurry up Lieutenant. We're headed back tonight."
"Roger sir. Let's move it you two!"
Back at base Colonel Black had been listening as the base camp was being packed up. The team had realized they'd acquired enough data to be able to return and keep their scientists busy. This was especially true of the weapons that they'd acquired from the cave up in the mesa above their camp. They also had a few other trinkets and odds and ends in the numerous crates that Dr. Cruz was eager to dive into and figure out what they were and how they worked.
"That's the last of the science teams," he called out to Agent Fraser as he was helping his medical specialists pack up.
"ETA?" Fraser asked as he tightened the strap around one of the cases of medical equipment.
"Around two hours," the Colonel replied, "We should be ready to go by then and your biologists should be back by then as well."
"They should be getting back at around the same time actually," Fraser nodded, remembering that the other team they had out doing research was on its way back as well, "We'll be ready to head out by then."
"Good," Colonel Black responded.
They'd completely broken down their camp in the past few hours since sunrise. All their wheeled cargo drones had been packed up and their equipment and tents were stowed for the most part. Around half of the remaining military members of the team had kept watch while staying heavily armed and ready in the event anything else came around. So far the most that had happened was a deer herd had found itself challenged by one of the Colonial sentries and frightened off.
This was about it really. Ever since Team One had their nasty encounter with that alien creature the day before they hadn't had a single hostile or dangerous encounter. Granted half team one was incapacitated, at least according to their living dictionary of a medical specialist, Dr. Alyosha, but they still stood armed and ready anyway.
However one thing had changed, the team dynamic. Agent Fraser had been with the group that had engaged the alien that had roughed them up yesterday. More than that he'd stood his ground, buying time to allow the military members to fall back. This was something that Colonel Black and the rest of the team had taken notice of. They'd all taken Fraser as a classic example of a civilian spook, someone who had a shady past and didn't care about anything or anyone as long as the objective was accomplished. So the fact he stuck his neck out for the team had proven that they could count on him.
So needless to say Colonel Black's initial skepticism was abated with the knowledge that Agent Fraser was no coward and no fool. But as for the rest of the team…they had yet to be figured out.
"Colonel," it was Captain Fredericks, his Team Two leader. He'd just walked over and saluted after debriefing a group of four of his own troops who'd just returned from a short look around, "Patrol's back, no signs of activity."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," a strange deep voice called out to them.
"Holy frak!" Captain Fredericks yelled out, drawing his carbine and aiming it at the source of the voice, standing tall behind Colonel Black and Agent Fraser.
They both turned around to see something quite familiar, at least to those that had seen it before. A massive bipedal creature covered head to toe in thick black hair. It was as solidly built as the finest athletes but its rippling musculature was hidden beneath the thick coating of fur. Its eyes however seemed to hold a more gentle and almost human look to them. It took the Colonials to figure it out but looking at it they would swear the expression on its face was amused.
"Hold your fire!" Colonel Black ordered his troops who moved to surround the mammoth beast.
"It's alright," the creature seemed to speak once more, but oddly its lips didn't move but their ears could make out the words, "I expected this reaction."
"Wouldn't exactly help much if we'd shot you would it?" Fraser replied, "Last I checked we owe you."
"Yes you do," the thing replied, "Although I still owe you for that encounter with a member of my species. I understand he injured several of your people."
"Speaking of that," Colonel Black piped up, "Why did he attack my team?"
"He's a criminal. I've been hunting him for many cycles, he's killed a great many, Humans, Jaffa, life has no meaning to his kind."
"That would explain that cave," Fraser said to Colonel Black as Dr. Beverly finally arrived and straightened out his uniform and stepped forward to stand next to the other two senior Colonials.
"Yes, the items you recovered, although mostly primitive by our standards will serve you well in advancing your people technologically," it responded, giving them a courteous nod.
"Speaking of our people," Dr. Beverly now interrupted, "If I may?"
"You may," it replied with another nod.
"How do you know of the Twelve Colonies?"
"Two reasons," it said, "The first, many among my species are telepathic, to varying degrees of course. I have inherited this gift. I can do two of the four telepathic signs; I can listen to your thoughts and feelings, and I can speak to you."
"Telepathy," Dr. Beverly breathed in wonder, "How extraordinary."
"Indeed," it replied, "The second reason I know of the people of Kobol is simple. We were there when your people were saved by those you call the Lords of Kobol. And I'm sorry to say this but they were hardly deities."
Colonel Black glanced a look to Dr. Beverly. He knew he was a religious scholar and a priest. So this declaration from this…thing, was bound to trigger a reaction and it did. But not the one many would have thought. Dr. Beverly's face didn't twist into one of anger. Instead, he cocked his head slightly as if hearing a new fact and his face was etched in curiosity, as if he wanted to know more.
"And who are your people?" he asked carefully.
"One of the four. We are the Furlings, an ancient and powerful race that for millions of years helped guide the galaxies towards a brighter future. Or, we used to be."
"Galaxies?" Fraser piped up.
"Yes, to be one of the four Great Races you needed to have clear and undeniable goal, help others. We tried this, but one of our ventures went terribly wrong many years ago, nearly leading to the extinction of our race and the rise of a terrible evil."
This declaration definitely got their attention. And Colonel Black knew that he needed to know more.
"Can you repeat that?" Colonel Black demanded.
"Colonel," Dr. Beverly snapped, bringing his cane up to the Colonel's chest, as if holding him back, "I would watch your tone my lad. We mustn't make ourselves out to be…hostile."
"I understand Doctor," the creature said, holding up a hand which caused the other troops gradually moving to surround him to flinch, "Don't bother with your weapons. I'm not actually here."
"What do you mean?" Fraser asked.
"Toss something at me," he replied.
Colonel Black took up the challenge, leaning down and grasped a rock and lobbed it over at him. The small stone passed right through the hologram without pause, landing with a puff of dry dust at the feet of two Colonial troops.
"Now isn't that something?" Fraser grumbled, "More for Cruz to drool over."
"Satisfied?" the creature demanded in a tone that was purposely mirrored to reflect that of Colonel Black.
"Stand down," he ordered his troops.
"Ah, where are my manners?" Dr. Beverly scoffed at himself, "What do we call you?"
"I doubt you could say it in your tongue. But you may refer to me as Ijax."
"Ijax," Beverly whispered, "It wouldn't happen to have roots in the name Ajax would it?"
"No it wouldn't, it was something another planet's human population referred to my people as."
"Another human populated world?"
"You may find this odd, but there are many, tens of thousands of planets with populations of humans living in ways that cannot be found anywhere else."
"How?" Fraser asked.
"It's possible that those who refused to leave on the arks on Kobol went through the ring at the Gate of Hera to these other worlds. From there they went to others, and so on and so on," Beverly began, his mind working through the many different possibilities.
"It is possible, but doubtful," Ijax interjected, "Most human worlds were populated with the descendants of Earth by the Gou'ald."
"I'm sorry, Earth? And…the what?" Fraser stuttered, taking in as much as he could.
"You'll learn much of this in time. But I can give you a short summary of what happened. The Gou'ald are a parasitic race that took humans as hosts, controlling them and assuming the roles of deities from Earth and Kobol. Some humans were simply slaves, others were biologically engineered to become the Jaffa. From there, with the might of their Jaffa armies they waged an endless war against one another."
"And these…Gou'ald," Colonel Black asked, "Were they the evil you spoke about earlier?"
"No, the Gou'ald occurred hundreds of years after our mistakes in creating a human caretaker power for this galaxy."
"So…these Gou'ald? Are they a threat?"
Ijax simply smiled, "Not anymore. For that you can thank Earth."
"Earth?" was the resounding question that every single Colonial asked aloud or in their heads.
"There's too much to tell in one sitting my friends. In fact, I may have said too much already. Our laws have a very…strict protocol for first contact with human entities, especially ones on the brink such as yours."
"Well we've certainly gotten a lot to think about," Dr. Beverly said calmly, "We also would ask for a…way to contact you. Just so we can learn more on our own terms."
"Already done that," Ijax replied, "And due to the circumstances involving our contact I have also given you a medical device that will repair the damage that has been done by that criminal."
"Where?" Fraser asked.
"In the same place as you have placed the other items you have collected."
"Well, cuts out the middle man," Fraser grumbled, knowing they'd still examine it for any safety hazards.
"With that," Ijax said, "I bid you farewell and good luck. You've got a lot to learn."
"Hold on," Fraser called out, "There's still a lot that you haven't told us."
"I know, but like any great civilization you'll have to find these things out yourself. If you can handle it, you'll prove your worth."
Unknown Planet, Mountain Highlands
Major Damecles wasn't surprised to get the call to go into the maze of ridges and forest that surrounded their base camp. His team of commandoes was still on the ground when one of their roving Raptors had seen an anomaly in the hills. Naturally Admiral Cain had ordered he and his ten man team into the hills with ample air support from a pair of Marine Raptors and four Vipers.
They'd boarded the two Raptors and were flying over the mist shrouded mountains, about to fast rope into the area to search out the area. They still wore their all-black uniforms and had their silenced rifles and combat gear. But things were about to get odd.
"Major," the ECO called out, "I don't think we're going to be much help to you sir. My scans are all over the place. Thermals aren't working, DRADIS is too sketchy to risk low level flight. I'd say we're being hit with ECM."
He looked at the screen the man was working on. Everything was pretty rough, static going back and forth, messing up the picture. And obvious sign of ECM being used against them.
"Alright, we'll leave our marksmen in overwatch with you guys. Keep a circuit going to give my people something to look out for," Damecles responded to the Marine flyboy.
"Aye sir," the man responded.
"Skulls we're fast-roping in. Marksmen, you're with the Raptors on overwatch," Damecles ordered, "Strap in, get yourselves some ear protection, I want eyes in the air, looks like we're being jammed."
"Roger that sir," the sniper in his Raptor responded, popping open the box which held the equipment needed for a sniper to set themselves up in a Raptor.
He immediately snapped a strong safety wire to his vest and hooked his rifle to his chest and grabbed a spare set of headphones that had a wireless link built into them. But he had to take off his helmet to do this. This left him with his goggles and his black and white balaclava. He and the other sniper in his commando unit were their eyes in the sky now. They'd be sitting on a special modified seat on the left wing of the Raptors with rifles aimed down and out, able to see and pick out anything in their lines of sight. And if need be, they could neutralize those targets.
"We're over a flat spot Major," the pilot called out to him.
"Ropes!" he ordered loudly, and the already strapped in fast-rope was picked up and the trap-door into the Raptor's floor was opened and the rope's bag was dropped right through the opening where it disappeared into the mist and smacked into the hard rock below. So he pulled his balaclava over his face and placed his goggles over his eyes, now ready for whatever may come.
Major Damelces was the first one through. He gripped the thick rope and slid all the way down, feeling the chill of the moist air and the contrasting hot wind of the Raptor's hovering exhaust nozzles keeping the beast afloat. He hit the rock, and pulled his rifle to his shoulder and moved forward aiming right out towards the thick mist that could have hidden anything. He was instantly second guessing the need to have his marksmen up in the Raptors judging by how thick the mist around them was.
But as his men hit the ground around them he was pulled back into his mission. They were going to have to make due. The conditions here were bad, he knew this, but that's why the Skulls had gone in. This was a job for the best.
"Skull-4 down," he said calmly.
"Skull-3 down," he heard his CAC respond as the man came right next to him, rifle at the ready.
A few seconds later he heard the same calls from the rest of his team hitting the dirt around him. He now knew all twelve men and women were here and accounted for. They now had their mission to accomplish. They waited a moment, prone and ready for any hostile contact while their Raptors climbed away. But when they were gone the commandoes moved forward.
"Skull-1 flank left, Skull-2 flank right, begin your sweeps on my mark," he ordered to his team leaders, he then flipped his "Able-1-6, what's the ETA on your Marines?"
He was contacting a platoon-sized force of Marines that were now on their way up the hills on foot. Their call-sign was Able.
"Skull-6, Able-1-6, we're twenty minutes out," the lieutenant responded, "Ables two, three, and four are oscar mike right behind us. ETA forty-five minutes."
"Very well Able-1-6. Any victors able to support us?"
"Negative Skull-6, terrain's too rough."
"We'll have to do this the hard way then," Major Damecles responded off the radio, "Very well Able. We're proceeding with our sweep. Set up another net behind us in case we miss those contacts."
"Able-1-6, roger that."
Damecles then looked side to side, seeing his team ready to move forward, their rifles and machine guns aimed forward. He then waved them forward, silence was now the rule of the day. And now, they moved forward. What it was that was in front of them was completely unknown, but they weren't afraid, that came after.
Well, that's it for this one. I'll start on the next chapter as soon as I can. But I have a few other stories I need to update so we'll see how long it takes. Hopefully it won't take too long. In the meantime, let me know how this one turned out, I thought it was a big one I really hope it lived to your expectations.
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