“Monsieur I am receiving a faint repeating radio burst from sector 7b approximately 40-50 clicks below the galactic plane. It could be a natural blip, but the frequency suggest otherwise.” Jean notified over comms.
Alfred thought to himself it could just be a natural anomaly or it could be the very thing that had led him across Sirius twice, and he knew deep down if he refused to search the what if question would be constantly clawing his brain.
“Very well, standard delta pattern with the Bon Accord trailing a few clicks behind” Alfred ordered.
With the minimal effort that one would expect of a veteran squadron the two tiger sharks and two arrows slotted into position, “Right I want standard rescue ops, radio silence until you spot something and then signal the Bon Accord.” Alfred continued.
After a few hours of searching, and getting frustrated at the constant tick of the engine that had never been quite the same after a close run in with the Bounty Hunter Core in Omicron Delta. The squadron stumbled upon cloud of debris, which had coalesced into a spherical cloud around the mass of what appeared to be a wrecked Clydesdale
“ Finally, call up the Bon Accord and begin a level five search of the area….” Alfred barked over the comms but before he could finish Jean had interrupted. “ Monsieur, I think that will be unnecessary, look over at the edge of the cloud it seems mostly intact”.
“Very well, Bon Accord we are transmitting initial images, this is a high containment ops, shock and restraint, we will be monitoring everything via personal cams. Fighter escorts take defensive positions ensure the perimeter is maintained a standard 20 clicks out if this is breached standard ops apply.” Alfred ordered over comms.
With that the ships moved into action with Alfred remaining close to the main wreckage whilst gold wing secured the perimeter north of the wreckage and red wing who Alfred had signaled on approach to the wreckage moved to secure the perimeter south of the wreckage
“Acknowledge, sir moving to the rear access port, seal secure, breaching in three... two..one .breached, squad one engines, squad two cargo bay and squad three bridge,” Lieutenant Donald told his marines as they entered the wrecked Clydesdale freighter and started sweeping the corridors of the derelict freighter.
After a while of methodically scanning and searching the freighter squad two found three strange and cold looking devices hidden away in a secondary compartment which was obscured by metal mesh normally used in floor construction and metal tubing indicating a coolant leak.
“ Sir this is Sgt Muldoon we have three bodies here in what look like cryo pods and it is the target.”
“Acknowledged Muldoon, sir we have found the package, orders ?” Lt Donald enquired.
“Bon Accord, initiate the towing procedure, Donald secure the cargo bay with the cryo pods, fighter wings take up escort head to coordinates E7 -100,” Alfred told all the participants of the salvage, not betraying any surprise to the fact that said the package was now three instead of the expect solitary person. However Alfred himself was also relieved two years of searching had finally come to the end.