Pieces of debris huddled around the jump gate and were slowly and quietly drifting off in every direction. The battle was over, the combatants nowhere to be found. Most of the Blood Dragons had died or been forced to eject in their own escape pods and the ones who hadn’t had retreated the moment the Samura re-enforcements had arrived from Sapporo station had appeared at extreme scanner range. White 1 and White 2 had been escorted back to Sapporo and the Matsumoto’s fighters had followed after the retreating Dragons.
Reginald sat on the landing deck which now looked dirtier and more unkempt then the rest of the station. Some of those escape pods from the Kinjiru had gotten away, he thought to himself. Even if they hadn’t, there was no guarantee that the stolen information was even on that ship. It probably didn’t matter all that much though. Regardless of whether or not he lost his job and was black listed by Liberty corporations for all but the most menial tasks he was still stuck on this station, well behind enemy lines in a war that was heating up.
“Reg..?” came a voice from behind him.
Startled for a moment he turned to see one of his construction ship operators had quietly entered the silent landing deck still toting a large high-powered shotgun like it was his best friend.
“What is it?” Reginald asked.
“There’s a Liberty Armoured Transport that’s just emerged from the Kayo, they’re sending a tight-beamed signal asking to speak to whoever is in charge.”
Reginald’s mouth dropped open slightly. Things are either about to get better or a lot worse he thought to himself.
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