SEC #3
Roy chuckled grimly at Melia's muttered words. "She must've hated Aqra, then...this should be easy, compared to Shade holding the entire right flank with a pulse rifle and a dead Aqra trooper..." he answered softly. There was a certain pride in his gaze as he looked over at Shade, as well as a fondness in his voice that could have been for Orria.
He shrugged, and continued, more formally, "We don't know exactly what we have, yet. Lt. Blackthorne was double-checking some intercepted Vampic comms, and recognized a coded reference to what they call a 'Hunter Squadron'...a hit-and-run raiding party, heading for Bura. The Admiral put us on an intercept, and told me to rally the troops. What, exactly, we're rallied for likely depends entirely on the timing of our intercept. We catch them before Bura, we board and try to capture anything we can. We find them AT Bura, we come down on them like a hammer burying a nail. They get off Bura before we get there, then we're a rescue mission. Of course, that's all just a guess...but it sounds like the Admiral's adopting a zero-tolerance policy on this one...nobody gets away. If they surrender, that's one thing...but it sounds like he intends to smear them like a moth on a windshield."
He headed for his quarters, to grab his own gear, and paused to add, "Probably best to have everyone rally on the Hangar Deck. Pretty much every scenario involves us needing to be there...ever the worst case scenario, where the Vampics try and board us." He nodded to the group, then turned away to go get his own gear for whatever operation they ended up going on.