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| On the Stealthlon, Blackbird was standing behind Ordese, looking at the battle on a tactical display. Cain, being more practical, was looking at it projected on the main viewer. �We�re losing ships fast, Blackbird,� Cain commented, watching each little representation of UNSF ships disappear. �Maybe we should consider--� �Spatial phenomenon, fifteen hundred kilometers off the port bow!� Commander Lisa Hayes announced. �It appears to be a wormhole, but it�s deteriorating rapidly. Sir...� she turned in her chair slowly to look at Blackbird. �It�s the Explorer.� The Explorer had come to save the day. �Shields up!� called Commander Vaughn. �Target the closest Imperial ship and commence firing!� The Explorer, coming out of one battle and into another, immediately raised their shields and opened fire on the ISS Black Ice. Within seconds, it was destroyed, a floating collection of space debris. �Captain, Captain Vaughn is hailing us,� reported Lieutenant Hardy. �On speakers.� �Mansel!� came the starship commander�s voice. �How nice of you to drop in on us!� �The pleasure is all yours, Vaughn,� said Mansel with a grin, glad to be back in his own time and place where he belonged. �Fall back and regroup!� called Admiral Blackbird. �Fighters, cruisers, then carriers!� Commander Jim Blackwood, leading the 431st Skylords, flew next to Commander Taylor. �Ready, Taylor?� Taylor�s response was immediate. �As always.� �Let�s show these Imps what we�re made of.� On the bridge of the 4th Fleet�s flagship, the Stealthlon, Admiral Blackbird issued one single command: �Attack.� |
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