
General Bruce Wilkinson of Tiger Rock Communications HQ adjusted his headset and paused before initiating uplink with the cleanup crew commissioned in K42. He was the highest ranking at the communications facility, but he certainly wasn’t the most skilled man for the task of telling others the exact date and time, to the very splittest of seconds, that they will die.
“Volture Fleet 9, this is General Bruce Wilkinson – do you copy?” “Loud and clear, General. What’s our status?”“Enemy offensive heading towards you at full warp, Captain. You have three days.”“Three... days, General? Three days until what?”
General Wilkinson knew he was risking his career by abandoning protocol. But there was one thing Wilkinson knew about protocol and it was that silently woven into the fabric of every military rule there was a hidden protocol. A protocol that, under certain circumstances, made it imperative to disregard all protocol. The Captain of Volture Fleet 9 had not heard the word ‘day’ since he was a young boy, having been relocated to the pilot training program on Tiger Rock, 25 light years from Earth, at the age of sixteen.…
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