The Old Guard

[Omicron]

“I was promoted at the least opportune time. Salvaging all I could, I left very specific sets of orders with the Wedjat to carry out in the worst circumstances. The primary contingency addressed the most urgent need of establishing effective chain of command. It was a essentially a list, names upon which were de facto line of succession to Admiralty Board. It was specified that should I not make it for whatever reason, the first alive officer would be found and elevated to - depending on circumstances - either executive or commanding officer. Major Ravenov was the best pick, while I died…”

He stopped, looking for better ways to put what he wanted to say. He was never the same after the battle, his old scars and discreet augmentations reminding him of grave injuries. Michal paced again, turning towards sight of Djeba’s intensifying eternal storm way below them with clear fascination of stellar phenomena that were abound in immediate space.

“...Was incapacitated during battle of Toledo. Eriksson swore to command The Order in my name, in hope that I will eventually recover. I believe that I had spent him by this curse. Admiral Jeremy Hunter, yes you heard that right. I appointed him as my second much later and set him up with his own battlegroup in Liberty, the place closest to his heart. Jeremy got married, got kid too... We lost him last year.”

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