Gabatrix: the Batrice Crisis
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Chapter 7: Dropping the Hammer
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7: Dropping the Hammer - Set after the events of Gabatrix: The Last Tank, resentment in the UWA grows in the colony of Batrice, one of the most essential worlds of the human race. Anger, confusion, and misinformation have reached an all-time high. A 24th-century Civil War is all but inevitable. It will be up to Shira, Javier, Stone, and the countless characters of past stories to find a solution before the UWA falls apart. Story Includes: Human/Anthro, M/F, M/FF, War, Sex, Action, Drama, Pregnant, Birth, Scalie, Alien
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Robot Space Furry Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Size
“INEXCUSABLE!” Javier yelled out at the top of his lungs. “Disobedience and deliberate attempt at unbecoming of enlisted men! Do you know how much trouble you’re all in?”
Javier walked and paced the stateroom. The look of anger and disappointment could be seen on his face as Shira sat behind her table, smoking her cigarette while she quietly gazed at the four standing at attention ahead of her. Girsha’lar stood to the furthest right. The look of nonchalant frustration could be seen on her shark-like face. Dean stood next to her, dumbfounded as usual, as Zalika stood next to him. Bekra stood to the farthest right. She seemed the most distraught of the four, almost as if someone had drained the Itrean’s spirit. However, most of Javier’s attention remained focused on Zalika, all for good reason.
“ ... We’re in the middle of a Civil War,” Javier exclaimed. “Even now, the potential possibility of an all-out shooting match is inevitable ... and what do I find, a person ready to take a shit outside my door. My own crew members!...”
“I’m the one responsible for,...,” Zalika tried to say.
“Shut the fuck up, Zalika!” Javier snapped at her. “Another outburst like that and Shira and I will turn this into a true Captain’s Mast ... one that requires three personnel of command authority of a ship to participate in. So tell me, Zalika. Should I call Master Sergeant Stone up here? Or are you going to cooperate!?”
The very use of Stone’s name momentarily threw enough fear into the Oshunian marine to make her choke a little bit.
“ ... Aye, sir...,” Zalika replied.
“I can’t hear you!” Javier said.
“Aye, sir!”
“And that goes for all of you! I know exactly what a phantom shitter is. It’s one of the oldest pranks run in a naval setting. I know that all of you were trying to body block others from seeing her. You were all in it ... caught red-handed! The CO and I were right in the middle of a meeting with the top chain of command of the UHN, and you were mustering the courage to defy your chain of command. Do not think we’ll let this go! As for Girsha’lar and Bekra, I might not be fluent in how an Itrean crew operates, but I do understand the concept of dishonor to one’s service ... you’ve brought great shame to yourselves.”
“It was ... just a joke...,” Girsha’lar tried to say.
Before Javier had a chance to say anything, Shira calmly lifted the cigarette away from her snout and lips. “T’reshik, Girsha’lar Unia Click,” she said in Itrean with a click in her voice. The captain said it with ease, but the words were instant enough to make Girsha’lar back down almost immediately. Javier didn’t know what it was that Shira said, but it certainly invoked some form of hardened response from the towering Shal’rein.
“Is that so, Girsha’lar?” Javier said to the great Shal’rein. “Now I know who’s the one that took a shit outside Ihan’s quarters. You and Zalika worked quite well together ... all four of you. I can easily assume somebody was responsible for delivering shit outside Stone’s door. I don’t even know how Zalika would have gotten away with her past shenanigans just now if there weren’t any other conspirators involved. For once, I’m surprised Nir’vina isn’t with you, but knowing her well enough, if she found out you were here, she would probably stick a piece a dynamite up your ass and light it!...”
Girsha’lar cringed, her razor-sharp teeth almost as if she pictured that actually happening.
“Permission to speak freely, sir,” Bekra called out, almost in pure desperation.
“Bekra...,” Javier said, shaking his head at her. “Out of all the people in this room. To see you in a Captain’s Mast. I’d expect you to be the one to pull them away from doing any form of dumb shit. So, let’s hear it ... for the sake of yours and everybody’s defense, go ahead...”
“It’s true ... seeing Zalika do wrong,” the Aksren remarked, her tail stiffened. “But, you have no proof it was us with Ihan or Stone ... Punish us for this action, but not the others...”
“I know it was...”
“Actually...,” Shira stood up and held her cigarette. “She is correct...” she calmly stated. “We have seen a transgression transpire before us just now, but the evidence of their past transgressions in what you humans would call ‘Tomfoolery’ has not been properly established. With that said,...” She stood up and walked around the table. “There are lingering consequences to one’s actions that only compound with each action that is made. Delaying this hearing only further worsens your predicament. Perhaps fewer negative consequences lie in store if the truth is given. Centurion Bekra, were the four of you involved in other past mischief on this ship?”
Bekra was almost frozen in fear. She wanted to say something, but the Aksren closed her eyes.
“Answer the Captain!” Javier said. “It isn’t just her. The others can confess it right now. Let’s hear it...”
The others said nothing. Shira stepped toward Girsha’lar first, looking up at the taller, muscular Shal’rein standing before her.
“Past transgressions and current ones usually involve a spark,” Shira explained. “Czarek appears to have a similar life of tomfoolery on the Rampage. With his arrival, the frequency only increases further. The resistance to something minor and intermittent suddenly becomes routine. He would be punished as well, but the disciplining for him will lie in the capable hands of Captain Darin and his crew. However, this doesn’t excuse the actions seen just now. With that said, there is something that Girsha’lar and Bekra have not told the group, but we’ll let Girsha’lar be the first to reveal it. Perhaps it might lessen the punishment given to all of you, depending on the answer. Girsha’lar, were you instructing Zalika in the Itrean act of ‘Fez’trez’gen’ven Iep?’”
Bekra’s eyes lit up and looked at Girsha’lar with great intensity, before looking at Zalika with a hint of further anger. Javier caught Bekra’s disturbance, but seemed confused as to the word.
“What does that mean?” Javier asked.
“We’ll let Girsha’lar help answer this question,” Shira stated. “Tell him what that means...”
Girsha’lar sighed. “ ... It means... ‘mate proposing.’”
“Mate proposing?...” the XO questioned it. “By taking a shit outside one’s door?”
“More specifically...” Shira explained. “Under the Itrean religion of the Oiep, Itreans that desire mateship with another, practice a tradition of defecating by the doorstep of the one they love or seek mateship. Mated Oiep Itreans continue the practice by regularly urinating on one another as a claim of ownership. Girsha’lar, was it Zalika’s intention to declare the desire to mate with me or Javier?”
“Oh, hell no...” Zalika replied. Javier snapped his fingers at her to silence her.
“ ... No...” Girsha’lar sternly answered.
“I see...,” Shira stepped over to Dean and blew smoke from her nostrils into the man’s face. Dean’s eyes continued to wander around in a stupefied state, almost as if he were doing his best to remain nonchalant in the matter before him.
“Dean...,” Shira said. “In every group, there is one that is likely to turn on another. The term ‘No honor among thieves’ is a fitting human saying. All one must do is simply divide and conquer. The truth of those past transgressions must be brought forth. Tell me, Dean, were you with Zalika, Bekra, and Girsha’lar at Stone and Ihan’s door in the acts of similar mischief?”
“Ahh...,” Dean tried to answer. “Like ... I don’t know, Captain Shiry. My lips are ... umm,” he looked at the others. “Yeah, they’re totally sealed. Besides, I can’t betray my friends ... they’re like ... my pals, you know?”
“I see ... you and Zalika carry a powerful rapport together. She offers you something that you desire ... something you’re willing to engage in misbehavior to receive.”
“More damn weed...,” Javier remarked. “Should we tell Iz’tre what it is that you’re doing now?”
“Noooooo...,” Dean said in almost panic. “Not Izzy ... Please, Javie, sir. Izzy would be really sad and ... it’d be hard on her...”
“Shhh...,” Shira tried to hush him. “Threats are not needed in this instance. Instead, Dean, a possible reward lies in store for you. All one needs to do is answer the question I asked. What do you know of Getrean Kasnik?”
“Kasnik ... It’s like ... nectar from heaven ... It’s a weed that grows on Getrea. Like ... I know the Yutilians can’t get really wasted on it, but ... some use it for ceremonies ... It really smells nice. I heard that for humans ... it’s the best stuff out there ... some of the best weed in the T’riny clan and all that...”
“The Ko’min believe that it’s an aphrodisiac as well. What if I told you that I could secure a week’s worth of the finest Kasnik for you, all you have to do is confess...”
“Whoa...,” Dean remarked. “That’s like ... a really nice offer and all that...”
“Dean, no!” Zalika had another outburst. “Remember what I...”
“Zalika!” Javier said, turning around and heading to the table. “Let’s see ... Stone is probably in the gym right now. He’s been quite cranky lately. Time for him to make a visit...”
“I’ll shut up. I’ll shut up, sir!” Zalika said, practically begging the XO not to do it. Javier stopped as he continued to stare defiantly at her.
“I don’t know, Captain Shiry,” Dean replied. “It’s like ... a really nice offer, but I can’t betray my friends...”
“A month’s worth...,” Shira said.
“Whoa, ... Zelly, that’s like ... a really nice offer, you know? But, nope ... nope...” Dean lightly held his hands up. “Dean’s word ... Zelly made a great offer to me and ... I have to honor it...”
Zalika sighed.
“Hmmm ... impressive,” the captain replied. “I truly underestimated your resolve, Dean, but the cracks are showing...” Shira stepped over to look directly at the marine, her lit cigarette and smoke filled Zalika’s senses. The marine did her best to remain firm, keeping her eyes straight forward while Shira’s shark-like eye peered into her.
“Sometimes it’s best to always go after the lead perpetrator,” Shira said. “Tell me, Zalika, every past set of mischief on this ship. Was it you?”
“No, Ma’am,” Zalika replied.
“Don’t fucking lie to us!” Javier yelled at her.
“ ... It was me...,” Bekra blurted it out with several clicks in her voice. “I admit it. I made it happen. It was all me. Zalika had nothing to do with any past events.”
“Bekra no!” Zalika said. “That isn’t true at all.”
Shira held her gray hand up as a gesture for Javier to remain at ease. The captain turned to look at the small Aksren next to her.
“Bekra has always remained honorable to you, Zalika,” Shira said, before looking back at the marine. “She is a worthy mate to you after all. Then again, outright desperation to protect you is an easy lie to behold ... I wish to hear it from Zalika herself. Our marine holds a prior record that is quite damming for her case. Numerous incidents involving pranking others, getting herself into trouble, striking others, and often challenging authority deliberately on purpose. By doing this, she feels a sense of empowerment while proving a point that she can secretly undermine the command hierarchy of a military establishment. You have one more chance, Zalika. Were the past incidents on this ship orchestrated by you?”
“ ... Heh,” Zalika showed a hint of nervousness. “Why do you think I was the one involved in all these past things that you were talking about? I ... I don’t know anything about it. Why do you think I did it, huh? What, because I’m Oshunian, is that it? Huh? Is that ... hey, what are you doing!?”
Shira very slowly took her burning cigarette and brought it closer to Zalika’s neck. It was causing the marine woman to pull her neck and head back somewhat as Javier stepped closer, giving an angered look at her.
“Subterfuge will not be tolerated...,” Shira said as her burning cigarette was mere inches from Zalika’s neck.
“Alright, alright!” Zalika replied. “It was me! Fuck!” Shira pulled her cigarette back close to her snout.
“I want to hear it all,” Javier said. “On record.”
“Yeah, yeah, sir,” the marine relented. “All the past incidents, shitting near people’s doors. Yeah, that was me ... the bed mattress disappearing from Patterson’s quarters.”
“The stink bomb detonation months ago?”
“Yes, sir. Everybody else helped in different ways. Girsha’lar helped me the most, I made a deal for Dean so he could help me out, Bekra, ... don’t punish her, she had the least involvement in all this.”
“You’re in no position to demand leniency for anyone, Zalika,” Javier told her. “Bekra was just a part of this as you were doing minutes ago.”
“But I can promise you that anything done to Mizu or Ramirez months ago wasn’t us, sir. I swear it. I swear it to the bottom depths of Oshun.”
Shira nodded her head. “The records of those specific incidents against Mizu and Ramirez are irrelevant ... the perpetrator responsible for that was apprehended. However,” She turned away and walked toward her table, her shark-like tail brushing against the metal leg of the furniture. “Now that we have the past transgressions noted, we’ll have to look at what to do next.”
“Captain...,” Bekra said, lowering her crested head. “I offer myself Jaw’re’dash Click,” she made a series of clicks in her voice. Javier turned to look at Shira in confusion and noted that Girsha’lar was disturbed by the comment as well.
“What does that mean?” Javier asked.
“An honorable request, Centurion Bekra,” Shira stated. “One that I believe you would commit to under these current circumstances. To answer your question, Javier. Jaw’re’dash Click is an ancient and sometimes still-practiced form of self-punishment performed in the Aksren clan. Usually it’s administered by another Itrean under the observation of the Adjunct. It involves 20 claw slashes in the front and back to atone for crimes and misdeeds on a ship. Assuming the punished Aksren doesn’t bleed to death, the crimes are expunged. If the Aksren dies, the honor is partially kept. The Shal’rein clan, more specifically, the Nak’ko’ken subclan, have a similar practice, but done with hard bite-rippings to tear flesh. For Girsha’lar, I believe Nir’vina would be the one to administer those punishments.”
Zalika briefly glanced over to Bekra, noting the shame she felt. She closed her eyes for a moment and took note of it.
“Like falling on a sword...,” Javier said. “No ... we’re not going to do that, Bekra.”
“Nor is this an Itrean ship,” Shira added. “ ... Girsha’lar, do you wish to add anything to the statement inquiring about your misdeeds?”
“None, Adjunct...,” Girsha’lar replied.
“It was your intention to commit to these actions without Nir’vina involved. If you were on the Garja, you would be reduced a step in rank. However, due to your status reduction to an Itrean citizen among UWA territories, the form of punishment has to be altered somewhat. Part of your discipline will involve Nir’vina and Bransen to be notified of your transgressions. Consider this your final warning. Due to your prior transgressions under the Shal’rein clan, if you do this again, you will be placed under arrest and transferred back to the Earth Environmental Restoration Camps, where Bransen and Nir’vina can choose to raise your child under their care or under your care while in prison under the T’rintar clan law. Is that understood?”
Javier noted that Shira’s voice was said with severity despite how much she tried to keep her emotions in check. Even the towering Shal’rein was taken aback, but Javier understood why. A part of him felt grave disappointment towards Girsha’lar, even if the line of transgressions was that of pranking others. It seemed to be enough that Girsha’lar was probably going to face the wrath of Nir’vina and Bransen soon enough...
“As for the entire group,” Shira explained, tapping her ashes into the tray. “It appears that the ship’s lavatories are inadequate. Defecating on nearby doors is a possible sign that the restrooms on this ship are filthy and in deplorable condition. Therefore, all four of you are assigned to restroom duty for the next two months. The XO will be responsible for clearing the engineer’s assigned duties in this particular task, where each day, all four of you will work together to clean and maintain every toilet, sink, and shower on this ship, starting tomorrow, both during and off normal working hours. Of course, I’m willing to reduce this task to a month if Stone is notified as to why this task is given to you, and that he also arranges a punishment more to his liking. It’s the only choice that I’m offering you...”
“Two months is fine, Ma’am,” Zalika replied quickly. “ ... Dammit...”
Bekra nodded her head, accepting the offer with ease.
“Hey, like...,” Dean replied. “I’m willing to help out my bros anytime. I’m with them in any way they want...”
“Good for you, Dean,” Javier replied with a sigh. “Girsha’lar?...”
The towering Shal’rein’s nostrils flared. “I understand...,” she said. “Two months is good.”
“Very well,” Shira stated. “Since no mess has been made outside my door, there’s no need to clean it up. Dean, notify Mizu that I need to talk to both of you tomorrow morning at ten hundred. Both of you will be needed for a vital mission. I suggest that you spend as much quality time with your mate, while you still can...”
“Oh,” Dean replied. “Like, ... Roger that, Captain Shiry.”
“Dismissed,” Javier said.
With that, the four began to leave the room. Girsha’lar was the last in the group. She halted and looked at Javier.
“I’m sorry...,” Girsha’lar said.
Javier waved her off as the Shal’rein resumed her walk out the door. When the door closed, it was just the CO and the XO.
“I’m afraid to ask what else is going to happen today,” Javier said. “I almost felt sorry for what you told Girsha’lar. Of course, I know they all did wrong. But, did you really mean that? ... Threaten to arrest her?”
“ ... Yes,” Shira replied. “Girsha’lar has always had a troubled history to her, more so than even Nir’vina. However, I know my threat holds heavily upon her because she’ll never repeat that mistake. Besides, the punishments in the Itrean clan are systematically more harsh, one we all acknowledge...”
“Well, you’re right...,” Javier sighed. “ ... Let’s ... head for bed. Tomorrow is going to become a very busy day.”
“I agree...”
It was the following morning. The briefing room of the Lifen was slightly dark, with a lit projected image of Batrice and Gillan, along with other data provided from the center table. Despite the morning briefing, the room was occupied by only six individuals. Shira and Javier stood on opposite sides of the table. Stone and the Lifen’s Chief Engineer, Petty Officer Amelia, a pale-faced woman with red hair, stood on one side of the table. Meanwhile, Mizu and Dean stood on the other side.
“Alright...,” Javier explained, tapping a few buttons on the table. “I’ve called everyone here to discuss what’s planned in the following days. Due to the sensitive security of the upcoming mission, we’re keeping this Top Secret unless command deems it otherwise. You’ll even notice that, due to the sensitivity of the operation, we’re ensuring as few people know about it as possible at this current time. Keep this on a need-to-know basis only. Is that understood?”
“Aye,” Stone replied.
“Aye, sir,” Amelia added.
“You can like ... count on me, sir,” Dean said happily, pointing both thumbs to his chest.
Besides Shira, who already knew the mission, the rest nodded their heads in agreement. The projection feed showed the specifications of the stealth shuttles, including their rather peculiar names. The planet of Batrice was more highlighted, showing sets of ship movements, including dots of their warships’ current locations, along with the primary location of Fort Batrice, and other important areas of interest throughout the planet.
“This morning,” Javier explained. “UHN Command has been analyzing methods in which we can strike Batrice. Right now, Batrice’s resources are substantial, and launching large-scale direct attacks against them is beyond our current capabilities. Our current goal is to reinforce Gillan and protect it from an invasion force from Batrice. Baxton has made his threats, and we believe that he does intend to attack Gillan at any time. Petty Officer Amelia, do you believe the Lifen is ready to land on Mars to pick up troops, vehicles, and equipment?”
“We took a little bit of damage after Palora,” Amelia replied. “But we got all that patched up. The Lifen lander is as ready as it’ll ever be, sir.”
“Good, right now, the Lifen is one of the few transports the UHN has at this time working for Gillan. Captain Darin has already promised to help with the troop movements. Master Sergeant Stone, do you believe you can handle another round of marine transfers?”
“A short jump transferal with the Lifen can be done just like we did back at Palora,” Stone explained. “I know that Gillan’s environment isn’t like Cebravis or Oshun. Any marine outside the domes have to be in marine power armor. There’s only one landmass. If Batrice invades the ground, the battles will be limited in scale and movement. However, the Rampage isn’t a troop ship. I can’t speak for the marines that’s going to be transferred through them.”
“Fort Rangoon will be housing the marines that the Rampage takes in case Batrice troops try to take the station. However, the troop movements will not be our primary mission for today. It’s going to disguise something else...”
Javier tapped a few buttons on the console, causing the map screen to show the Lifen’s appearance at Fort Rangoon. A green arrow showed it encircling the planet of Gillan before reaching the other side of the space station.
“Pilots Dean and Mizu,” Javier explained. “You’ve been selected for an important mission, one that’s been cleared with Admiral Hazer, myself, and Captain Shira. This morning at 0720, Admiral Fitzoy’s staff managed to achieve contact with a Batrice DRB Rebel cell in the southern region of the Pho Son Tra mountains.”
“What?” Mizu remarked in surprise. “There’s rebels?”
“Yes. We only have so much information on them because communication is very sparse. Let alone trying to get in contact outside of the planet is very difficult and dangerous. One of our secret contacts managed to get hold of them briefly before communication was disrupted.”
“The Democratic Republican Party of Batrice ... The DRB lost almost all its popularity by the time I was serving on Fort Batrice. They would be the only ones that could try to fight back against Batrice’s Communist Party. Yeah, I can picture that happening...”
“Do you know Semerang?” Shira asked him.
“The City of Semerang? Yes, Ma’am, but only so much. I went to there with my brother and parents when I was like... 11 or 12, I think. It’s the southernmost city of Batrice. The dome never moves because they have the entire mountain region to itself. It’s not a big city, but that’s all I know personally. I remember bits and pieces of the Pho Son Tra Mountains as the shuttle flew over them, but that’s it...”
“According to the dispatch call data,” Javier explained. “Semerang has broken out into open rebellion. Riots, protests, you name it. Right now, Batrice is trying to quell the uprising, but it’s apparently spilled out to Semerang’s outpost mines. From what Admiral Fitzroy has put together, the DRB have established resistance cells in the Pho Son Tra Mountains. They used an old comm buoy to reach out to our main contact to broadcast the message until Batrice’s forces traced it down and destroyed the buoy.
“Whoa...,” Dean said. “So, there’s like ... good guys down on Batrice. Farout...”
Mizu was grasping at all this information as well, considering his home planet was now in a state of rebellion. A horrible regime took power, but there were people trying to fight back. It was a hint of good news.
“We could deliver weapons to the rebels,” Stone said.
“It was our first idea, but not exactly,” Javier said. “The Lifen and the Rampage are going to emerge from Fort Rangoon’s gate array at 2000 during its jump and do a full orbital rotation clock around Gillan before the Lifen detaches and lands troops. During that time, the Lifen will be under cover from Batrice’s long-range surveillance satellites. We’ll launch both of the stealth shuttles. Mizu and Dean will pilot Stealth-Bro and Silent-Bro to Batrice. There are five supposed locations provided to us, but the data was scrambled, we think by the rebels themselves.”
“Wait,” Mizu questioned the briefing. “You want us to travel all the way to Batrice from Gillan in those shuttles?”
“You’ve been able to fly them before.”
“Yeah, but sir, those things are flatter than flat. An entire trip would take days on DFD thrusters alone.”
“The trip would take approximately 25 hours,” Shira replied. “The shuttles would be more than adequate in handling your life support...”
“Ummm...,” Dean remarked as he was scratching his blonde head. “Like ... Which location are we going to?”
“I’m getting to that,” the XO continued. “We’re calling this Operation Night Scion. Both stealth shuttles have proven to be able to penetrate enemy defenses without being detected. There are three parts of this operation, all of which are important for it to succeed, two of which require our best pilots to be a part of. The first part is reaching there...”
“Phew...,” Mizu remarked with a hint of disdain. “That alone would be the hardest part of them all, sir. Just because we’re a stealth ship doesn’t mean we’re undetectable either. The Itreans can still spot them on their sensors if we get close enough. If we start flying through a planet’s atmosphere, it might also light us up like a Christmas tree.”
“Petty Officer Amelia,” the XO asked her. “You think the shuttles could survive atmospheric descent?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied. “But, Mizu is right. The material panels can only do so much in temperature regulation, let alone flying through an atmosphere ... thankfully, Batrice’s atmosphere is pretty light, so it should make the process much easier. But they need to consider the angle and direction. Light or even a little bit of friction, heat, and Batrice might spot them. I also don’t know how good those panels can handle against the more advanced sensor equipment of Batrice’s sensor nets.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Mizu explained. “After that Aksren attack years ago, Batrice knows that the Itreans use cloaking technology. They’ve been doing what they can to stop any attempts of cloaked ships slipping through Batrice’s sensors. I doubt even the stealth cruisers can try to get too close.”
“It’s why you’re a part of this, Mizu,” Javier explained. “We can’t risk sending these shuttles into the heart of Batrice on AI controls alone. It can’t handle any advanced maneuvering needed in evading any possible sensor relays ... not what an actual person can do, at least. We also can’t anticipate the possibility that the shuttles will ever find the location of the main DRB rebel base.”
“There’s plenty of places to hide, too ... the Pho Son Tra mountains are enormous. Five possible locations ... I’m assuming they’re using the mining tunnels to find refuge and remain hidden from detection.”
“Including Batrice’s VEI. The combination of the two and the dust storms is making it difficult for Batrice’s military to narrow down the location. But it’s also making it difficult for us to get in contact with them. Both of you will be responsible for finding the base. Use the tunnels if need be to evade detection. You’ll be delivering sets of Tenix TR-20x Comm Relays, along with a batch of meds and weapons to them.”
“The TR-20xs will be important,” Amelia explained to Mizu. “They’re designed to send powerful communication signals while masking their detection. It’s the same equipment that Stealth Cruisers use.”
“And with it,” Javier continued. “The UHN can coordinate the resistance movements on Batrice, at least let them know we’re aware of their plight against Batrice’s regime.”
“Right,” Mizu said. “Like I said, getting there is going to be difficult. What’s the next part of this?”
“That part is the easy one for you and Dean. Both of the stealth shuttles will be set to launch from the resistance base. You will not be on board. Instead, both shuttles will carry a set of anti-armor missiles. They will lift off and leave orbit straight to Fort Batrice, and deliver their warheads on the UHN Rama and the Widado.”
“What the fuck?” Mizu remarked in surprise. “You’re going to use the shuttles to attack Fort Batrice’s battleships?”
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