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SD241904.02 - Duty Log - CO - "Comings and Goings"

Posted on Thu Apr 2nd, 2020 @ 5:12pm by Brigadier General Jonathan Grey

480 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: The Sincerest Form of Flattery
Location: Versailles
Timeline: Current

=^= Main Operations =^=

As a satisfied General re-entered the room, a satisfied smile on his face and a gentle red glow quickly dissipating from the nose of his weapon, one of the Ensigns spotted him.

"General, good news!" the junior officer declared with a smile.

"You fixed the holo-table?" replied the General.

Together, they glanced at the demolished ruin in the middle of the room.

"Uh, no, sir. Should I get an engineering team to-"

"No, no. It's a lost cause."

"So, um, good news." the Ensign repeated, trying to regain his train of thought.

The General waited patiently, staring at the bright red, gender neutral officer in front of him with equal parts patience and expectation.

"Yes! We have flight control back online, and the first wave of incoming ships is being guided through the gravitational eddies by our fighters."

"Excellent, good news indeed." the General approved, following the Ensign over to a freshly-repaired console. It had a graphical display in the middle, with a swirly shape representing the black hole, a cluster of rings representing the station, and a number of labelled dots representing the fighters carrying the modified comms hardware the station was currently piggy-backing its only external comms on.

With a button push, the Ensign zoomed out, showing the full line of fighters, all the way past the very edge of the gravitational waves. Just passing the first fighter was an additional cluster of dots; where a series of ships in formation had identified themselves and started moving towards the station.

"Their intentions?" Grey inquired.

"To deliver supplies, provide power, and to evacuate any who wish to leave, sir."

"Well fortunately this is all very new." the General mused. "Only a few transfer requests or AWOL crew, so I imagine most will be civilians."

"If we can secure the docks, yes sir."

"God damn...there's *still* fighting going on down there?"

"Yes sir. Security don't like it, but they say it's mostly settled down in all docks except for one."

The General mulled this over for a bit.

Eventually, he gave a short laugh.

"My XO's right in the middle of it, isn't she." the General remarked.

"Yes sir."

"I've seen images of her office, you know."

"Yes sir."

"More paperwork than mine."

"Ah, yes sir." said the Ensign, choosing not to comment on how the General's office was a) on it's side, b) a wreck, and c) completely unreachable by anyone not prepared to climb a rope.

Looking suspiciously at the Ensign, the General decided to let that one pass.

"We can only hope Commodore Bleetman decides to rejoin us before her door won't open anymore."

"I'm sure she wouldn't want that, sir."

"...I'm sure." murmured the General, wondering if he was the cause of all this sarcasm in the ranks these days.




=^= End of Log =^=

Brigadier General Jonathan Grey
Commanding Officer
Starbase Versailles


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