Daan and Marta, the Headwall Stationhands, were waiting for the twelve boys and the Husky family at Theden Spaceport.
Nineteen people, including the drivers Daan and Marta, needed to be distributed between two vehicles. The mathematics of this had been Daan’s problem to solve and he’d solved it incorrectly twice before finally getting it right.
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Space, as it turned out, was very large.
And also, very big.
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The door slid shut behind Huxley as he entered the privacy of his ready room. He moved to his desk and picked up his tablet.
He scrolled through a familiar list of items needing review.
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Lewis and Anika were reviewing the metadata from all the previous probe engagements. They were looking for anything that indicated a pattern of regular behaviour.
A blue spiderweb of all the plotted encounters shifted slowly across the table, lines connecting with points that had no business being connected.
Lewis leaned over the display, one hand braced on the edge.
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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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Screw Pile Developments 