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| USS Explorer 11:00 SET 2195 �Fleury,� asked Commander Vaughn from the bridge, �how goes the shuttle configurations?� �One more left sir,� the Chief Engineer replied. �We�ll be as good as we can. I�ve got everything under control.� �Report to me when you�re finished.� �Aye.� In a desperate attempt to help stop the oncoming bomber squadron, Lieutenant Mansel had suggested that a few of the Explorer�s armed shuttles be modified to act as a defense line. Immediately, Vaughn had agreed, and the Dynamic Duo set to the task. The Stealthlon boasted a small squadron of four fighters. Finding people to man the fighters was another story. Commander Grant DaNastie would be leading the whole operation. Unfortunately, he was the only one assigned a fighter. �I need three more pilots,� the young pilot told Blackbird in a Stealthlon meeting. �If push comes to shove, little brother, I�ll fly with ya,� Lieutenant Commander Stephen DaNastie responded. Grant beamed at his brother. �Thanks, man.� �That leaves two more open seats,� commented General Brungess. �Takers?� �I�ll fly,� volunteered Lieutenant Commander Broadaway, surprising the whole staff. �If it�s really needed, I�ll fly.� �Well hey, I�ll fly, too,� Cain offered, but Blackbird shook his head no. �I�ll need you later, Cain,� he said. �Special assignment.� �I will,� volunteered Serena, once again stepping up to the plate. �These four combined with the shuttles and the paltry fighters that Intel has should be enough to exact an effective defense force,� Mansel said. He looked at his chrono. �Not much time left. We need to get back to the Explorer and prepare.� |
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