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Southern Cross by Windstar

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The First Guardian's smile had nothing at all to do with happiness, and her Provost tried to<br />

suppress an urge to step away from her.<br />

This time, we're waiting for you though. Come here, Kitty, Mama's got a big surprise for you.<br />

The Bak'ra, if nothing else, were at least quite methodical.<br />

"Com, tight beam communiqué to all ships. Make certain everyone understands that we go on<br />

my order, not a second sooner. All ships to battle stations."<br />

"Yes, Ma'am."<br />

Emily touched the small control panel on the side of her command couch. It was one of the few<br />

physical controls that the couch possessed. The shrill battle alarm snarled to life throughout<br />

North Star followed only moments later <strong>by</strong> the other Imperial vessels.<br />

"Alright people, you all know what to do. Keep your cool, remember what you've been taught<br />

and you'll do fine."<br />

The majority of her command crew was new, she'd had to promote anyone she could to captain<br />

the auxiliary ships, which had been commissioned. The fact that she knew it had been necessary<br />

didn't mean she had to like it. No one liked to go into battle with a mostly untried crew.<br />

"You know, I really wish we had our old team here."<br />

Emily smiled in return and winked at her Provost. Angwar was a good man, and she was glad<br />

she had him as a friend. Pitching her voice low enough so that only he would hear her, she<br />

nodded slightly.<br />

"I know exactly what you mean."<br />

He snorted and went back to his station, making certain that his crash harness was tight. Not that<br />

the harness or the fleet vac suites that they all wore would save them from a direct hit, but it<br />

would save them if all that happened was a loss of pressure.<br />

"Guns, we'll want to engage the moment they enter our powered missile envelope. Rowen, the<br />

second we do, I want full acceleration away from here."<br />

Her Chief Engineer and head of tactical had heard it all before with the rest of her command<br />

staff, but it didn't hurt to make certain they understood. It was going to be close, very close. It<br />

was important that the Bak'ra follow them on the path that Emily had decided upon. Otherwise<br />

they'd have little, if any, clue as to where the Bak'ra would attack from when they reached Sol.<br />

"Ma'am, all Guardians report ready status for phase one."

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