Lieutenant Fraloon dusted off his uniform, after discarding his combat suit to lessen fallout exposure from his time on the surface. ESC HQ as it was abbreviated along the local Bos’ton branch was a mess like anywhere else still standing. The HQ was buried nearly 2 miles below the surface outside Bos’ton proper. Well fortified and manned even being a tertiary backup center to the main and secondary HQ’s that likely were now destroyed based on contact loss, it was a key cog in what remained of the ESC Military armed forces.

Walking down a short corridor the human like man standing at 6‘0 in height knocked on a metal door, hearing a muffled ‘enter’ he strode inside. Saluting the man behind the desk by a series of control screens. “..Ah Lieutenant Fraloon, good to see you arrived back safely with your unit at the recall order. We came up with something interesting from Mil-Sat 426. Normally I would have had Commander Marcel handling it but he is currently out in the field further then you were with his unit battling air landed forces of the Mac-Arm 32nd Parachute regiment outside Bos’ton near the former naval harbor.” the man said handling a yellow-brown sheet of print out paper to Fraloon.

”..I won’t complain too hard Captain Civ, its frankly hell out there right now. From our brief contact the Mac-Arm forces that landed up here are not giving ground easily. Added to this helping the civilian population and keeping order is stretching us even thinner. But what do you have for me?” Fraloon asked taking the print out.

”..About 10 minutes ago Mil-Sat 323 and 426 were assigned to an attack patrol on Mac-Arm comm orbital station 4, on the way there they got diverted in picking up a strange energy signal in a higher orbital plane and attacked. Their operators assumed it was some unknown Mac-Arm attack station. But laser fire seemed to have little if any effect on it, and plasma fire equally was reported as minimal on impact. It moves far too fast to known Mac-Arm engine designs for low orbit stations. After two fire cycles contact was lost and it is assumed whatever it is using some form of advanced stealth system that we were unaware of from Mac-Arm till now. The energy emissions though are......curious to say the least. Don’t you agree?..” Captain Civ said.

Fraloon was quiet a moment looking at the energy patterns. “..This can’t be right though sir, the protective energy output to resist Mil-Sat 426’s top of the line plasma cannons and sensing equipment would mean devastation on us. Why build a station of this possible size, and not return fire or rain further hell down on us? The Great Saviors know they have the edge on weapon’s tech compared to us. But we’ve always had the defensive arm advantage, to have a leap of this magnitude and our intelligence arm not even catch a whiff? No something is off here I agree..” Fraloon replied.

”..That is my feeling too, but we simply do not have the manpower or equipment to spare for further investigations as we might normally. If that emission is a new station of there’s that we didn’t pick up on, then it doesn’t seemed to be an armed one, or least not yet. It is preferring to remain unseen if you ask me judging by its movement and speed. The thing though that most caught my attention though was its size and shape if presumed outline given what our intelligence boys have pieced together..” Civ went on.

Fraloon looked more closely at this bit of the print out. His eyes grew wide as he felt a familiarity, “..Sir this....it’s just not possible! The Great Savior’s ship was destroyed! You and I both know that from our schooling! Captain Preston went down with the ship in defense of our planet and his crew that stayed with us before the Great Division fighting off the Black Serpents..” Fraloon said handing the paperback.

”..You are right Lieutenant, it is and should be impossible, yet it is the only record emission that fits closest..” Civ stated frankly.

”..If it is true sir! If....if the Great Savior’s superiors have somehow come to our planet what should we do! We’re in the middle of a war for our very survival.” Fraloon asked.

”..Now that I got confirmation on my own theories from you. I’m going to contact Admiral Cunningham.....or try to at least assuming the dottered ole fool hasn’t gotten blown to kingdom come near As’ton. Project Heartwell was going on there and given we all felt a shudder and flash of light in that direction two hours ago I’m inclined to think the fool pulled through for all the real good it’ll do us right now. But he’s the one in command if he’s still alive. If not well.....like I said we’re too short staffed on units and equipment to do anything really. If it is the Great Savior’s superiors as was foretold so long ago, all we can do now is wait and continue our war for survival against those bastard Mac-Arm fools to the south..” He said.

”..Aye sir, should I have my unit prepare to relieve yours in the control room?” Fraloon asked.

”..You’re the best to keep what limited eyes we got left on this matter, so yes. Keep me appraised until I can contact Admiral Cunningham. Dismissed.” Civ stated.

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