Not Alone

[Mithra]

An alarm sounded throughout the ship. All hands, duty stations! Incoming hostile vessel! "Red" McCochran grabbed the comm. He was of average height, not terribly interesting to look at, but it was his hair that set him apart. He had fiery red hair, courtesy of his Irish heritage. Thus the name "Red". He proceeded to shout something that might have been orders, but were unintelligible due to his Irish accent and excitement. He gesticulated angrily and the communications officer steps forwards to take the mike. "Right. All hands, Scrapper is coming in hot. He picked up a spook somewhere back of Houston. Man the guns!" He depressed a series of buttons on the console and gave weapons-free to the two escorts. The Sabres peeled off and headed for the CSV and Arrow.

Kent swore under his breath. Sure enough, two Sabres. Neither looked like they were members of the local Police Support chapter. Kent thumbed the music player to "Ride of the Valkyries", then watched as they split apart, took care to not hit the CSV, and launched cruise disruptors. He opened a channel to Fort Bush just before they hit.

"Bush, where are my birds? I need them now! Two Sabres. No Pilgrim yet. Dodging best I can, going to try and take at least one down with mines. No promises."

"Copy that, Kent. Birds are up, coming your way. Rocs are heading for Beaumont, with any luck, they'll find the Pilgrim and this will all be over."
Kent just grunted and tried to make his Arrow smaller.

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