Chapter Seven

AEUG heavy cruiser Valiant, Side 3 Border, L2
15th September UC 0087

Lieutenant James Keffer sucked up a straw full of coffee from his drinks carton as he floated up to Captain Jellico's command chair. The view out of the Valiant's bridge window was of the greyish brown of the interior the dummy asteroid balloon that surrounded the Valiant. It had been decided that the best way to sneak up on the Perseus would be undercover of an asteroid field; however since there wasn't a natural one nearby they were forced to improvise with dummy asteroids. Now the Valiant was forced to rely on the handful of cameras secreted around the exterior of the dummy asteroid for her view of the outside world.

"Well, Captain, how are our subjects doing?" asked Keffer as he looked at the monitor showing the starboard hind-quarter of the Perseus, the lighting on the bridge was set at a low level so he was forced to squint.

"Nothing different from yesterday," replied Captain Jellico. "They send a patrol fighter out at regular intervals to do sweeps of the local area but that's about it. They've come and checked us over three times and failed to workout what we are. They are either stupid or not doing their jobs properly."

"At this moment of time I'm perfectly happy with that," commented Keffer. "We still need at least twenty minutes before we'll be ready to sortie. There were some problems with Raynor's Nemo Cannon. I swear we have to get something permanent rather than that kitbashed job."

"Anaheim is still dragging their feet over that one. Seems as though they don't like taking suggestions from chief mechanics on cruisers," replied Jellico in a half-hearted manor. "They think he's getting above his station."

"They always say that," replied Keffer dismissively. "They wouldn't know a good idea if it came up and bit them on the ."

"I don't know. That Catherine Williamson seemed nice and open to new ideas," said Jellico with a slight softness to his voice.

In reply Keffer half-cocked an eyebrow as he looked at his captain and then spoke. "I'll be in the hanger."

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Titans cruiser Perseus, Side 3 Border, L2

The hatch to the Perseus' bridge slip open and Lieutenant Neil Masterman walked through it. He paused for a moment to run his eyes over the display screen on the back wall; it plotted the relative positions of all the objects currently on the radar screen. A pair of Republic cruisers was still shadowing them on the other side of the border but this time they were at the very edge of radar range. Much closer at hand was one of the Federation's old asteroid listening posts. There had been no mention of local Federation Forces units in the mission briefing which forced Masterman to assume it was deserted.

Masterman relieved the ensign who had been in command and took up his position in the command chair. A crew-woman appeared to give Masterman a copy of the latest communication reports from command. The latest report suggested that an AEUG vessel matching the description of the vessel the Peresus met in Side 4 had been spotted heading for Side 3. The information was sketchy and came from a less than reliable informant but it was certainly something to think about.

Ever since the incident on the 1st September Lieutenant Commander Graser had been spending less and less time on the bridge. Graser had delegated much of the command operations to Masterman while he brooded in his cabin. This suited Masterman and the crew of the Perseus just fine; morale was up and so was efficiency. Graser had an amazing ability to make everyone around him feel miserable and be less productive. Masterman knew it was important to keep the crew happy. While the Perseus was a Titans ship it was by no means wholly crewed by Titans personnel. The officers were all Titans but the vast majority of the ratings were from the Earth Federation Space Forces; left over from when the Titans commandeered the Perseus in March. They were people vital to the running of the ship and Masterman did not believe the Titans personnel would be able to overcome them if mutiny ever loomed.

Masterman picked up the handset from its cradle, in the arm of the command chair, and tapped in the code for the hanger. "Hanger Two this is the bridge. Please prep the Toriares for patrol duty have it ready to go in twenty minutes." He didn't wait for the reply of the mechaman who answered the call. His next call was too the brig. "Brig this is the bridge. Release Ensign Farris and bring him to the bridge."

Five minutes later Farris was escorted onto the bridge by a pair of security guards. Farris himself looked rather dishevelled it was clear to Masterman that the boy wasn't used to confinement. Masterman hopped out of the command chair and stood right in front of the young pilot, he was at least a foot taller than Farris.

"Ensign Farris, how good of you to join me," said Masterman in an ever so slightly condescending tone. "I trust your time in the brig has served you well. You have had plenty of time to dwell on your actions."

"Yes, sir," replied Farris sullenly.

"If it was up to me I would keep you in the brig for the rest of the month," declared Masterman. "However we have received word from command that you are to be released, you can thank your "special status" for that. The top brass back at command will not always be able to bail you out Farris. If you are ever going to become a great pilot you will have to learn to control your emotions. They will be the death of you. Now go clean your self up before you go back on duty, dismissed."

Masterman climbed back into the command chair and settled himself down for a long quiet watch. After a little while he took a paperback book out from where it was wedged down the side of the chair. The book was a collection of essays on warship combat in the minovsky era. The post One Year War edition had some prominent articles written by Bright Noa, the legendary captain of the White Base. At the space forces academy most of the instructors looked down on the achievements of Bright Noa however the cadet turned captain had a cult following among many of the new recruits. Masterman did not get involved in the hero worship but was not fool enough to ignore the insights that could be gleamed from Noa's experiences.

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AEUG heavy cruiser Valiant, Side 3 Border, L2

The last of the Valiant's mobile suits stepped off the mobile suit elevator and out onto the ship's hull. Since surprise was so important to the success of the mission it had been decided to forego the traditional catapult launch. This meant the six mobile suits would have to leap off the hull under their own power. Each of them was equipped with a clay bazooka; even Raynor's Nemo Cannon which was forced to carry the bazooka underarm due to the complicated arrangement of the cannons.

"Is everyone ready?" asked Keffer via skin-talk. His subordinates replied with a chorus of confirmations. "Remember hit the hanger hatch and communications array first then go after the engines and turrets. Good luck." He switched over to the bridge channel. "Bridge, Panther Leader here we are set to go on your signal."

"Confirmed Panther Leader. Happy Hunting James," replied Jellico. "Operation will start in 5…4…3…2…1…start!"

Upon hearing the word 'start' the crewmen manning the Valiant's dual-barrelled main gun turrets leapt to their duties. As the mega particle cannons fired the beams burst the dummy balloon revealing the AEUG heavy cruiser's presence on the battlefield. The beams were well aimed to pass perilously close to the Perseus' bridge in order to spook the crew. One beam got a bit too close and left a vicious scorch mark on the cruiser's dull grey paintwork less than a meter below the bridge windows.

The moment after the red mega particle beams dissipated all six of the Valiant's mobile suits kicked in their thrusters and jetted off the hull. "I haven't gone into battle like this since A Baoa Qu," thought James as his bulky Rick Dias picked up speed, "Back then I had something a little more lithe."

The AEUG mobile suits covered the three thousand meters between the two cruisers in no time at all. It was clear that they had taken the Titans ship completely by surprise as there was no reaction at all from the triple-A turrets when James buzzed the bridge. He and Cole both pumped a single adhesive round onto the mobile suit elevator assembly with any luck it would delay the Titans from launching any mobile suits in reply.

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Lieutenant Commander Graser was knocked off his feet by the heavy jolt of an impact as he staggered onto the Persues' bridge. "What is the situation?" demanded the gruff central European commander.

"Sir, one rebel cruiser three thousand metres to our stern and six mobile suits are attacking us, sir," reported Masterman as he vacated the command chair for the ship captain to use.

"Why are our mobile suits not deployed yet, Lieutenant?" asked Graser as he dropped into the chair.

"Sir, the enemy mobile suits are using bazookas with some sort of adhesive munitions, sir," replied Masterman calmly. "They have clogged the mobile suit elevator and are already attacking our engines and weapon systems."

"Damn," snarled Graser as he summed up his options. Currently he only really had one option; it sickened him to think he had to go with this choice. "Contact those blasted Republic ships and get them into the battle at once!"

There was a sudden clanking noise and the sound of twisting and ripping metal reverberated though the hull. The communication's officer, who had been carrying out Graser's order, pull his headphones off his ears and addressed the Lieutenant Commander, "Sir, the communications array appears to have been physically removed from the hull. We can not transmit or receive, sir."

Above the Titans officer, standing atop of the Persues' command tower, Jason Raynor's Nemo Cannon stamped a few more times.

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Earth Federation Space Forces asteroid base Papelotte, Side 3 Border, L2

Lieutenant Wendy Lockheart did not even try to hide her yawn as she entered the asteroid base Papelotte's control room. She swept a few loose strands of her black hair behind her ears and tried to look awake and alert.

"What's so important that you had to drag me out of bed Takashi?" she asked, it was rather hard to keep the displeasure from her voice.

Lieutenant Takashi Sato turned from his console and gave Wendy a contemptible stare. "Sorry to disturb your beauty sleep, Lockheart, but there is a battle heading our way."

"Fighting all the way out here? You have got to be kidding me!" said Wendy, she pushed past Takashi and punched up his data on one of the larger monitors in the command centre.

Due to the fact that the Papelotte's command centre lacked any gravity both the floor and ceiling had banks of computer stations. One of the side walls had row after row of computer monitors and screens displaying vital information for the smooth running of the base. The opposite wall was a vast window that looked out into space; in the distance it was just about possible to make out the silhouettes of Side 3's colonies.

The Papelotte base had been carved into a reasonably sized asteroid during UC 0081. It had been part of a plan to build a series of bases, along the border of Side 3, that were to act as surveillance posts, patrol supply stations and forward staging areas. The plan was abandoned, after only three asteroid bases were completed, in favour of expanding the space fleet with more of the shrunken Salamis cruisers. As the years passed the Papelotte and its two sisters were largely forgotten by the main EFSF except as a place to dump misfit officers and ratings. Now the base was under the tentative command of Lieutenant Takashi Sato, who had been dumped their after starting a brawl with a pair of Titan Lieutenant Commanders; he had even managed to break one of their legs. His authority, however, was slowly being eroded by the newly posted Lieutenant Wendy Lockheart, commander of the mobile suit forces; she was a combat veteran, older and generally an all round nicer person and because of this he despised her.

"No Space Forces vessels are scheduled to patrol the border," said Wendy more to herself than anyone else. "It must be a Titan ship."

"The Titans all the way out here? They must have really ticked someone off," Takashi offhandedly commented but Wendy ignored him. She couldn't be bothered with his inane prattling this early in the morning. She considered him a contemptuous little man with a seriously inflated ego.

"This is Lieutenant Lockhart to all Magenta Team members report to the hanger immediately," she ordered over the base's internal PA system, "We are going for an early morning stroll."

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James Keffer could not help smiling to himself. The plan was working surprisingly well. The Titan ship had been taken off guard so completely that hardly any of the turrets had had a chance to fight back. Terizan and Cole were currently disabling the cruiser's engines while Raynor was perched atop the command tower. Keffer sighed, knowing that now he we going to have to act. He landed his Rick Dias on the Salamis Kai's hull and extended an arm to touch the bridge.

"I am Lieutenant James Keffer. In the name of the Anti-Earth Union Group and all soldiers loyal to the true ideals of the Earth Federation I demand that you surrender the vessel immediately," he declared is a care a voice as he could muster under the circumstances. He couldn't exactly make out what was happening on the bridge of the Titans vessel but there appeared to be a fair amount of movement. "Come on now gentlemen. There is no point in resisting we have you surrounded."

At that moment there was a rather large explosion behind Keffer's Rick Dias. The black AEUG mobile suit turned around in time to see the green blur of a Hizack emerging from the cruiser's hanger. The Titans pilot had blown out the jammed hatch using his beam rifle. Keffer couldn't help but admit the audacity that kind of attack required. It did not take very long for the other three Hizacks to exit the hanger; fortunately it did not take the other AEUG mobile suits long to react either. Jason was the first to go on the offensive he took a pot shot with his beam cannons but was unable to hit the fast moving Hizacks. The thrusters on Keffer's Rick Dias flared as the machine kicked off the hull of the Titans cruiser. He spotted that the first Hizack to leave the hanger had looped around and was heading towards him. He realised that the adhesive firing clay bazooka wouldn't be much help; so he pressed the switch on his linear floating seat that triggered the automated sequence that placed the bazooka on its storage rack and brought out a beam pistol.

The Titans pilot had adjusted his attack path so that any missed shots wouldn't hit the cruiser. Keffer quickly found himself having to dodge the Hizack's attacks. It wasn't very difficult since it appeared that the Titan pilot wasn't very skilled; his shots were rapid and undisciplined. However one did come close enough to shave away a few centimetres of Gundarium Gamma from the Rick Dias' right shoulder. Keffer too careful aim with his beam pistol and squeezed off two shots in quick succession. The Hizack avoided the first one but failed to evade the second which blew off one of the vernier pylons from its backpack. This did not deter the Titans pilot who kept on closing despite Keffer's best efforts to lose him.

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Joel Williams wasn't liking the idea of Hizacks zooming out of the Salamis Kai. That hadn't been in the briefing. The Hizacks looks far too similar to the machines he had piloted during the last war. It was a rather strange experience to be a Republic citizen piloting a Federation derived mobile suit against a Zeonic inspired machine. He suspected that in the future he'd need counselling of some sort. Filing that thought away in the back of his mind he turned his full attention to the business of war.

Apart from the one Hizack that had taken particular interest in Lieutenant Keffer the other three were sticking close together. They were trying to use the bow of the cruiser as cover; understandably so since they were outnumbered. It did make things tricky for the AEUG pilots as they weren't supposed to damage the cruiser. Suddenly two of the Hizacks burst out from around the bow firing their beam rifles indiscriminately. Joel replied in kind but failed to hit anything. The two Hizacks did a very good job causing all the AEUG suits to back off a little bit. Out of the corner of his eye Joel noticed that Lieutenant Cole quickly blasted the leg off one of the Hizacks with his beam launcher. However it appeared that the Hizacks had done what they wanted to do as they both turned about and fled at full burn. It was only then they Joel noticed that the Salamis capsule was escaping the battlefield while being escorted by the remaining Hizack.

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Zarn was burning with rage. It was bad enough that that insignificant peon Masterman had lectured him on the bridge but now these traitorous dogs were attacking his ship. He lashed out with his Hizack's heat hawk cutting through the black Rick Dias' beam pistol with ease. Zarn knew that the bigger and bulkier AEUG suit was piloted by a veteran. Its movements were smooth and well timed. However that did not stop Zarn making up for his inferior piloting skills with pure enthusiasm and ferocity. The Rick Dias ignited its beam sabre and took a swipe at Zarn causing him to back off slightly. Zarn was no fool, he knew that he was at a distinct disadvantage. His heat hawk was inferior to the beam sabre of the AEUG machine. Silently he cursed the incompetent engineer that had allowed the Hizack to be commissioned without the ability to drive two beam weapons. Zarn made a mental note to have the man shot as soon as he gained enough influence within the Titans. The Rick Dias continued to advance and managed to hack a chunk out of the Hizack's right leg.

The displays in Zarn's cockpit registered the fact that his comrades were leaving the battlefield with the Salamis capsule. However he was not ready to leave yet. With renewed ferocity he charged the Rick Dias once again. His heat hawk might have been inferior but it didn't stop him from cleaving through the AEUG mobile suit's armour. He was able to slip under the Rick Dias's guard and slice off its right arm at the elbow.

His radio crackled into life with the stern voice of Lieutenant Yuri Vedrievich. "Ensign Farris, you had better get scrawny little over here immediately. We are leaving."

"But, sir! I've nearly got this traitor!" replied Zarn with a cry. "This is the leader. Kill him and the others will fall."

"No boy. We don't have time for you the play hero!" yelled the Lieutenant. "There will be plenty of time in the future to kill these Zeon wannabes. But right now we need to regroup."

"Yes, sir," Zarn finally said sullenly. He did not leave, however, without giving the AEUG pilot a parting gift. He swung his heat hawk around and buried it into the Rick Dias' chest at about cockpit height and with that jetted off after his comrades.

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AEUG heavy cruiser Valiant, Side 3 Border, L2

Captain Alexander Jellico released the clasps on his normal suit's helmet and took it off slowly. The plan had gone well despite the break out by the Titan mobile suits and capsule. He suspected that it had been the Titan command officers in the capsule making a run for it.

"Would someone be so kind as to contact that ship and find someone to surrender it to me," he said with a vague gesture at the Perseus.

"Captain, Lieutenant Keffer's machine has suffered damage." reported chief petty officer Clark. He was the crewman in charge of the Valiant's observation teams. In the era of the minovsky particle they played a key roll in space navigation and combat.

"He insists that it is nothing serious," commented the communications officer charged with controlling the Valiant's mobile suit teams.

"I'm sure he would," said Jellico in acceptance of the information, "However I've known him try to continue fighting after loosing both his GM's legs. He too damned stubborn for his own good." There was a brief titter from the bridge crew in response to the captain's remark.

"Sir, I have an Ensign Macormak for you on the Perseus." said the communication's officer.

"Thank you," replied the Captain as the grainy image of Ensign Macormak came up on the main monitor. The first thing that Alexander noticed was that the young man wore an EFSF uniform. In his opinion this was a good sign. It meant he wouldn't have to battle with the inflated ego of some Titan punk. "Ensign Macormak how nice of you to speak with me."

"The honour is all mine, sir," the ensign replied meekly. "If anything, sir, it is a relief to have you finally catch us. This ship's former master had been planning to join the AEUG but then the Titans commandeered us in March."

"Is that so?" Alexander was careful not to give too much away. There was always the possibility that this was a Titan trick.

"Yes, sir, it was Lieutenant Commander Wheeler. He has disappeared and we haven't heard anything about him since." said Macormak. "Most of the Titans fled in our capsule but we were able to capture a few of them. We currently have them locked up in our mess hall. The rest of the ship is back under Federation Forces control. I am the senior ranking officer and wish to lead my ship in joining the AEUG."

"I'm sure you do Ensign," replied Alexander. "I will shortly be sending over a party to take command of you vessel. I'm sure you understand that we need to be careful with new recruits."

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Captain, but it appears that we have four mobile suits inbound,"

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As soon as he heard that mobile suits were inbound James was headed straight for them. He brought Marcus and Jason along as support but left the ex-Zeeks guarding the Valiant and it's prize. Deep down he knew it was rather petty of him but he just didn't trust them yet. They were Zeeks and it would take a lot more than a few days for him to truly trust them.

"Sir, should you be out here?" asked Jason. "Your suit is pretty banged up."

"It's fine Jason," replied James calmly. "I've fought in much worse than this."

"Only because you never had proper backup before," commented Marcus. "This war you've got that support James, you don't have to play the hero in every little skirmish."

"Cut the chatter," barked James as the data on the targets came through on his computer. "Looks like a quartet of GM IIs. What the hell are they doing all the way out here."

The GM IIs were advancing at a rather leisurely pace. They certainly were not at combat speed or even in an attacking formation. Before long James was picking up a transmission from the GMs.

"This is Lieutenant Lockhart of the Earth Federation Space Forces to unidentified mobile suits. Please state your purpose in this area of space."

"Are you guys such a backwater unit that your combat computers haven't been updated yet?" asked James on an open channel. "We are driving AEUG mobile suits. Can you guess what we are up too?"

"I just wanted you to admit it yourself," the female Lieutenant Lockhart countered. "Are you going to tell me your name or should I chase down those fleeing Titans and ask them instead?"

"You've got plenty of balls for someone piloting one of those rust bucket GM IIs," said James. "I almost feel sorry for you. I shouldn't give you my name. For all I know this is just a cunning ploy by the Titans to get my name and harass my family. Of course the problem with that is the Titans are too stupid to try something so bold and my family are dead."

By now the AEUG and Federation mobile suits were practically on top of each other but still no hostile action was being taken by either party. There was a natural reluctance on the part of most AEUG pilots when it came to attacking regular EFSF units. They had been on the same side in the past and to some extent still were.

Something finally twigged in James' mind. Something that had been niggling at him from the moment the conversation with the GM leader started. "dren, Wendy how long were you going to keep me hanging here?"

"Long enough for me to get a look at your suit and make sure it really was you," replied Wendy Lockhart. "That logo of yours really does look daft."

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It was about half an hour later when James led Wendy into the Valiant's briefing room. Captain Jellico had granted James permission to conduct the negotiation with the Federation forces. It seemed to James that Wendy had barely changed since he had last seen her. She still had her long black hair in a pony tail with that little pink bobble.

"You know for some reason I thought the inside of an AEUG ship would look different," she sat down at one of the desks.

"I didn't know you were a mobile suit pilot," said James carefully. "Heck I didn't know you were still with the Federation Forces."

"It didn't happen over night that's for sure," replied Wendy sternly. "It was a long time before I could walk again and you never came to visit me in the hospital. It got real lonely once you left Luna II for Cambelo. For a while I wasn't sure you were still alive. How you any idea how many J Keffers died at Solomon? There were at least four. Even when the war was over you never came to see me."

"Look I'm sorry. It wasn't my fault," said James defensively. "They had my unit garrisoning A Baoa Qu as soon as they put the fires out. I didn't get transferred back to Luna II until 0081." She seemed at least slightly placated by his reply. "So how are you doing?"

"About as well as can be expected in these times." she said. "I'm stuck on some backwater outpost just because I displeased some Titan hothead. I'm sure thankful that my son is in a safe place."

"A son? Oh god Wendy I had no idea. Congratulations. Who is the father?" He stammered. He was totally surprised by that revelation. He had always thought that Wendy would remain carefree forever. He didn't doubt that she would make an excellent mother but he didn't expect her to become one this early.

"I...ah...I don't know. I found out I was pregnant when I was paralysed." she fidgeted slightly in her chair; obviously uncomfortable with the situation. "I'm telling you it isn't easy to give birth when you are paralysed from the waits down. All I know is the father was someone on Luna II."

"Damn Wendy that could be any number of guys. You were somewhat promiscuous as I recall," said James with sly smirk.

"Well you never said no!" she snapped. "We could have been killed at any time back then. I was just living my life to its fullest."

An unease silence descended on the two old friends as each one contemplated the conversation thus far. "Look I'm sorry," James finally ventured. "I'm sure you don't need a man to help you bring up a child. Hell he'd probably just get in the way."

"And what about you James? What are you doing here on an AEUG ship?" she asked as her brown eyes stared him down.

"I would have thought that was obvious," countered James. "The Titans are a bad thing. Spacenoids are being oppressed. I had to do something."

"What happened to the James Keffer that wanted to reform the Federation peacefully?" asked Wendy. There was quite clearly a barb in a her tongue as she said the words.

"That Keffer is still here. However the Titans are standing in the way of that reform. We need to remove the infection."

"So you are taking up arms against the Federation? And how does that make you any better than the Principality or Delaz?"

James was shocked by her rebuke. How could she possibly class him in the same bracket as those murderers? Had she changed that much in the past seven years? "Someone once said 'The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.' Well I like to think of myself as a good man and I will not stand by idle. The Titans are dragging the Federation down into hell and someone has to pull it back. Once we have dealt with the Titans then we will be able to set the Federation back on the straight and narrow."

"And how do you plan on defeating the Titans when they have the entire Space Forces under their control?"

"I'm talking to you aren't I? They might have political control but the rank and file aren't stupid. They know what the Titans are like. They just need our lead," James said with conviction. "We just have to show them that we can beat the Titans in battle. After that they'll see that the blackshirts aren't invincible and that there is a chance of getting rid of them."

"I think you have misplaced faith the Space Forces, James," said Wendy. "It's not what it once was."

"Wendy I've seen the Space Forces charge into the valley of death and come out the other side. They just don't realise what inner strength they have." He paused for a moment to consider his next words. "You should join us. In the AEUG I mean. We could use good people like you and your troops."

"James, I can't do that," said Wendy sternly. "I still have a family I need to protect. I can't risk the safety of my son by running off and playing saviour of the Federation. If the Titans found out I defected they'd seize him without a second thought.

"We might be able to come to some arrangement. Like I said my base in a compete backwater. Most people don't even know we are out here. It's a dumping ground for misfits. I'm sure no one would bat an eyelid if a few more ships started stopping by for supplies. We've got plenty of everything since they keep sending supplies for a complete compliment of personnel even though we have a skeleton crew."

"Oh Wendy you are a real star, you know that?"

"Sure I know. Everyone tells me that."

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James stepped onto the Valiant's bridge as the quartet of GM IIs lifted off from the hull and headed off towards their base. There were a few less crewmen on the bridge than usual. James assumed that this was because some of them were over on the Perseus; getting the ex-Titan ships ready for AEUG service.

"Enjoy your blast from the past, Lieutenant?" asked Captain Jellico. As ever he was seated in his command chair.

"Yes, sir, I did," replied James. "I couldn't get her to join up but at least we know there is a friendly face out here if ever we need one." Jellico nodded by didn't reply. He was busy reading a report. "Where are we headed, sir? I can't imagine we'll be able to move that ship far without someone noticing it."

"Yes that is the problem," said Jellico. "Therefore I have decided to stop off at Sweetwater. They will have the facilities to patch it up and process the crew. I've slaved the Perseus' navigation computer to our own. There will be no record of the coordinates on her system, just in case."

"It feels like an age since we went to Sweetwater," commented James. "It'll be nice to visit somewhere where there is no danger of the Titans jumping us."

Notes:- Edmund Burke, well maybe Burke. No one has actually found this quote in his works but it does sound good and might have been something he said.