Hudson with Terror

[Reeves]

There was a whirring noise from somewhere behind and beneath them, and then scratching which worked its way out to the front of the ship, lighting the ends of the gun barrels a bright red. "Relax." It was all he said before firing off a small burst of particle bolts at a cluster of antennas and radar dishes affixed to the main structure of this site.

For the security detachment on the ground, this would be a chaotic thing to have go through. The howling of the wind had taken on a different tone, more mechanical. By the time it became apparent that it was a ship and not the wind, the radar towers had been put out of commission as well as the communications array. They could neither confirm what the ship was, what group it aligned with, or what its exact heading was. Nobody could call for help now either, and without a bead on the ships course, the chief of security refused to clear for any of their own birds to go on a wild goose chase. The most sensible thing for them to do was switch their perimeter guns onto manual control and rotate shifts until all the broken equipment was fixed over the next few days. And when the guards on perimeter duty were questioned as to what they saw, nobody could produce a compelling account beyond allegedly seeing a ship that bore a silhouette vaguely similar to the BDR series, which the chief refused to believe for obvious reasons.

It was by all means a minor setback, but this stunt had gone according to plan. Morreti could now have the ship linger in a more than large enough crater roughly seven klicks out. "Got what you needed?" The most concerning thing had to have been the fact that he didn't seem phased by any of this. If anything, he'd enjoyed himself.

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