The Triton and the Revenge came through next, flying in close formation with each other. They signalled friendly intentions the moment they were in regular space. The staff gathered on the Command deck to witness their arrival applauded. They truly were fighting ships. Fleet Admiral Rice admired the smooth curves of the Triton, shaped like a Sting Ray with extra broad wings, showing no serious damage and high power levels. She couldn’t help but notice all the torpedo ports, the railguns across the dorsal side, and the three hangars under her wings.
The Revenge was more function than form. The nose of the ship had been smashed, but there were still high energy readings, and a fantastic amount of firepower. They also sported three smaller hangars.
“Open a channel, please,” she said. A channel opened to the Triton and she cleared her throat. “This is Fleet Admiral Rice. Welcome to Freeground Alpha.”
Admiral Terry Ozark McPatrick appeared on screen. He was all smiles. “Thank you, are you ready to follow us back to Haven Shore?”
“More than you know,” Fleet Admiral Rice answered. She knew that the arrival of these two ships didn’t mean that they would make it all the way to Haven Shore for a certainty, but it was a slim hope where there was none before. “Just show us the way.”
“Admiral,” her personal artificial intelligence said through her sub-dermal communicator. “You’re shaking. Are you all right?”
Fleet Admiral Rice simply nodded.
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