Eon: Crimson Star

[Colonel Z.e.r.o.]

Chapter Two: Jade

Far, far away, blotted out by the gleam of countless, nameless stars, swimming through the darkness, another group of spacecraft makes their way past the nothingness. Each one draped in dull jade, their rivets and groves lined with silver, and their crevices tinted lavender. All have a unique number attributed to them paved along their octagonal fuselage just above the phrase SilberDrachen. A single one leads followed by two others spread out forty-some feet from each other and finally another pair gaped even further. But there is another. One with no partner, instead tailgating the flocks leader, leaning closer.

"This is Leutnant Alfred Weber. SilberDrachens report in." A middle aged man commands in a sharp and blunt accent.

"Gefreiter Gantz reporting no problems." Another responded in a more youthful tone.

"Obergefreiter Bauer reporting: All systems show green." One of the wingmen slurred.

"Oberfeldwebel Hans and Gefreiter Engel reporting no errors." A stern middle aged man spoke.

"Unteroffizier Wulfram. Status report." Weber question, noticing a voice missing from the group.

"..."

The channel fell silent fell silent for a moment. The environment perplexing a young woman. Her wide green eyes barely blinking as the gazed into families of stars eons ahead. A glint of light finally caught her attention. It was the volume key which had been muted previously. She reached down and held the key in place for a moment.

"Unteroffizier Wulfram, you status?" An annoyed accent asked.

In a a soft, cut-glassed tone the young woman responded. "Unteroffizier Katarine Von Wulfram speaking." All is...fine."

"You don't have to say your whole name every time the commander asks you something." Chuckled Gantz.

"Right. No reason to be so formal my dear." Weber agreed. "Your last name and rank with suffice."

"Understood Commander Weber." Complied Katarine, adjusting her long jade hair.

"Ok, lets go over our to-do list one more time." Sighed Weber. "We're heading over to an allied supply station to meet up with a transport and it's support."

"Chryslers, sir?" Questioned hans.

"Correct." Answered Weber. "Our route will take us though a few dark spots which we've been specifically asked too scan out and report back."

"For hunting packs and scouts?" Engel asked, his ship tilting slightly.

"And Imperial cruisers." Weber added.

"Ahh, that's probably why the Saxony was asked to come this far out." Bauer concluded.

"No, not actually." Gantz said. tapping his finger along side the canopy "I think we are just here for that convoy."

"I wonder what they're bringing to us." Muttered Katarine.

"I guess we will find that out when we ask them. But for now, align and jump to these coordinates in 8 seconds." Weber ordered.

The ships twisted and tilted in a new direction carefully maintaining their distance. The greenish-white glow spewed from the engines began to fluctuate in unison. The hulls, canopies, and wings blurred as the structures hummed, the fell silent. And in a moment the six charged into the darkness far ahead.

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