Southern Cross by Windstar

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It was only a matter of time now. "Son." A trembling hand touched his and Winston looked back to his father in concern. The Royal guard, a dozen of the finest Tiri marine's to be found anywhere, stood near<strong>by</strong>, all prepared to give their lives for the emperor. "I can not leave our people." Winston held his father's gaze, those eyes the same blue as his own and Emily's. He hoped his sister was still alive, they hadn't had a report from the fleet since the Bak'ra had landed and started jamming nearly all transmissions. "Very well father." Turning he headed for the door, glancing at the monitors as he went and noting where the Marine's on the surface where being pushed back. "Where are you going son?" Winston smiled at that, stepping into one of the lifts at the far side of the room. "Katya's up there somewhere father, if you won't leave then neither will I. I know how to use a hard suit, figured it's time to go find out where that bride to be of mine is." The doors slid shut on an understanding look from the Emperor. Who then bowed his head and prayed that he was not about to loose both of his surviving children to a war that had started half a galaxy away. ---------------------- General Charles Starnhorse, late of the North American Aerospace Defense Command, also known as NORAD, ground his teeth on his unlit cigar, glaring at the holo tank that filled the center of the command deck. The swarm of angry amber dots that were approaching didn't sway at all under his regard and he snorted. He'd been in charge of the Betty, as the crew had nick named Orbital Fort 1, for a little under four months now. This was the first time his command was going to come under attack. There had been endless simulations of course, training with the Navy, mock attacks, sudden drills, the whole kit and kibutal. Which didn't mean much in the chaos of an actual battle. He knew what the First Guardian's plan was, hell he even knew they didn't have any choice, that didn't mean he had to like it. "Fool of a woman."
He growled, low enough that Colonel Elzhan Mordetti, a Tiri and a woman, didn't hear him from her near<strong>by</strong> station. It wasn't that he didn't like his second in command, it's just that, well, damn it, she was a woman and the General was from an era that had accepted the fact that woman were to be shielded from the horrors of combat unquestioningly. The transition had not gone what he would call smoothly. There had been more than a few sparring matches which had resulted in everything from bruises to broken bones. He'd sported a few bruises of his own during the past few months. "Who's going to be hit first?" Elzhan, finished typing in commands, and looked up from her console. "They'll hit over southeast Asia first." The General chomped on his cigar, and settled in to his seat. He had a bad feeling about what was coming down on his people. No matter what they were going to hold the planetary shield, but they were going to bleed to do it. -------------------------- North Star shuddered, the massive five-kilometer long ship shaking as Bak'ra warp missiles clawed at her shields. The tall black haired woman in the command couch gritted her teeth against the pain. Being a Guardian allowed her to bond to her ship self and control it's direction and attacks at the speed of thought, but that bond carried it's own price. Pain flowed through her as her ship self suffered damage. It was minor so far, and the tall woman easily shunted it aside. From experience she knew it would only get worse. For now though she was worried about the humans, the new Guardians. So far the over a hundred strong fleet of Guardians were holding together. That was only through a constant web of communications though and she worried about what was going to happen when they reach earth. So far she'd had to personally reach out and calm the others a half dozen times, and they were still a half hour away from the fleet in front of them. The first ships of which had just reached high earth orbit. They're hitting southeast asia , oh my god Emie, look at all that. Emily knew exactly what Julie meant. Through their sensors the Guardians, and their crews, watched as fire crawled along the planetary shield. Thousands of missiles slammed against the
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~ Southern Cross ~ by Windstar Disc
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With a nod towards her nearby Provo
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Casting a quick glance around the c
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"Does this bother you so much?" Clo
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"Looks like it." "That should be en
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"An art she says, don't force it sh
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"All hands, prepare for Transition
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Emily spread her hands and her grin
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Her patience worn away by months of
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that if he didn't have something to
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"Hey, sorry, I just wanted to know
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By Emily's count, Julie McGrath was
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"Depends, what kind is it?" "It's c
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"What's your schedule like?" She wa
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place. When the First Guardian stoo
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punched through the bullet proof gl
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~Major Greggory Sims, Imperial Inte
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Julie's green eyes darkened with de
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Frowning slightly at the direction
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Both men sighed at that and looked
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"Angwar, we seem to have some uninv
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"The Hercules' have turned back, Ma
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Using her suit's sensors, she moved
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Sighing in pleasure, Julie tilted h
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With one more yawn, she closed her
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"Don't make me put the fear of God
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"Orbital forts should be up and run
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A half hour later, Julie emerged fr
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above the door, she wondered how mu
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"We just got a transmission a few m
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"Tell them to stick it up their ass
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jam the more primitive radar system
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Julie had a sudden flashback of sit
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Some of that must have shown on her
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Emie glared at her friend at that,
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tourists, and looking either horrif
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"Leaving already, Jenner? We haven'
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"He's got bags packed, looks like h
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------------ "Oh God, what a smell.
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The First Guardian shook her head,
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"Well darn, Major, guess that Mr. F
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"The bomb sort." That got his atten
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They sprinted down the hall, past t
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"Emily, we've got to get out of her
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The look in the First Guardian's ey
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Her voice was perfectly controlled,
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missile tubes, and eighteen plasma
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A shadow passed in those gray eyes
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"Julie, you have the makings of a g
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"Nearly every government on Earth h
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It took a noticeable effort for the
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The litany continued, on and on, ov
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Julie had high hopes that Emie woul
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"Who knows?" Julie tried to get ove
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"Six hours ago." Emily felt the beg
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Clarice had moved faster than Julie
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The sight was enough to make wetnes
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"You mean…" "Yes, together. So pl
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Clarice just laughed. -------------
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"Julie, it's just one of those thin
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hoped for, but for now they would h
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Emie had even tacked on a personal
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He waved one emaciated hand in fron
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Julie hummed happily to herself as
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"Tea if you have it, Ma'am." As she
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