General Marvin Huxley was waiting for Greenwatch on the flight deck as they climbed one by one out of their fighters.
Over his arm, he was holding a neatly folded pair of clean flight pants.
Toby climbed down from his cockpit and came face to face with his Commanding Officer.
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Greenwatch Squadron were on patrol in one of the furthest quadrants of Hundeerde space. They were travelling in a fairly loose formation, and the patrol so far had been completely unremarkable.
This was about to change.
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Another rest day had come around for the Greenwatch Squadron, with no flying on their schedule. An opportunity to relax after another week of constant patrols.
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Despite feeling tired and wanting to sleep, Seb lay wide awake in his bunk.
The sim. There must be something that he is still missing…
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The briefing for the simulation was about to wrap up.
Klaus:
That is all.
Greenwatch Squadron streaked across the quadrant in pursuit of their quarry. Another Marauder probe had again entered Hundeerde Space. The probe was fast and agile, clearly equipped with the ability to anticipate, react, and avoid its pursuers. Of all the recorded probe encounters so far, they did not appear to have any ability to fire back or make any other offensive manoeuvres.
Even so—
It was proving decidedly difficult to catch.
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Grounded from flying for one week.
Assigned a cleaning list of all the shared male ablution blocks — shipwide.
10 blocks in total.
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Lieutenant Lewis Vale (“Echo”), at just 17, would ordinarily have been too young to have joined the Hundeerde Space Defence and Communications Network; however, he was bright and intelligent. Bright enough to have passed all of the entry requirements by the time he was 15. The one and only requirement that he had not been able to meet was his age, normally set at 18. This had been taken care of by the one and only Hunde who could override the entry rule.
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❄️ Norðvik High Arctic Research Base: Day 7
The call came through on Rebecca’s phone early, the caller’s name flashing on the screen.
Sanna Korhonen.
Rebecca stepped aside from the main room and into the hall, the door easing shut behind her as she answered. It was the call she had been dreading.
Sanna’s voice was steady.
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Screw Pile Developments 