A scream which echoed in the minds of the nomads for quite some time.
The scream was a notice.
It described two things.
A nomad had died,
And the president was free.
The nomads were angered. Weapons powered up, shields were activated. The Alaska system was filled with nomad activity. Vesuva powered up his his weapons. They would pay for that one.
Across the other end of the system, the Liberty Navy had successfully set up their blockade. They awaited. Patiently. For The Order, there would be no escape.
The docking bay on Prison Station Mitchell opened.
The fleet undocked...
To be met by an enormous fleet of hostile nomads.
A fight broke out. Weapons and missiles flew through space with deadly precision. The order tried to escape, but the nomads would make sure that they did not escape. Cruise disruptors were fired in every location. Thrusters were powered up. The order was slowly escaping...
Only to be met with by an enormous Liberty Navy Fleet.
Yet another battle broke out. This time, for the order, there would be no escape. Motars and missiles fired in every direction. The order were about to die, and the plan was going to be initiated.
Then, something happened that no-one expected.
An order-controller liberty cruiser began to charge at the blockade. Vesuvus and several other fighters attempted to stop it before it reached the navy blockade.
Vesuva sensed what was about to happen a split second before the other nomads. That split second was enough to save him.
It did not know what happened. The next thing it knew... Less than a morph...