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    He remembered the argument with his mother, now that he was sitting on the ship waiting. Cynthia Coran had walked into the living room to see her son lounging out the couch. He had been home three weeks. Three weeks since he was given his papers and kicked out of the military for punching an officer who couldn't lead his way out of a paper bag. And she was in full agreement with her son. She hated men who were cocky without the skills to back them up. Originally she thought her husband was like that but Jared proved time and again he could back up his talk. She was glad her son took more after her though, in terms of career. An Ace. An expert pilot. Cynthia was sure he would have ended up becoming the youngest to have made Admiral had events played out differently.

    But instead he was crashing on the couch for three weeks, refusing to move on. Michael went out at night, drinking in all manner of bars and clubs. Got into fights. He came home smelling of booze and covered in bruises. It only made her worry. They fought constantly. Cynthia would lay into him from the second he was awake. Michael was no help, always had a comment to say back which would set his mother off about his attitude and what a troublesome child he had been and how his mouth kept causing him problems. Things changed though. Four days ago, after a nasty row with his mother, he received a phone call. General Eiling. The Council of Generals had elected to overturn the Fleet Admiral's decision and reinstate him. His mother was elated which made him happy.

    Michael loved his family. One of the reasons he started drinking was seeing his mom upset. But that only lead to constant arguments which kept feeding his depression. So seeing her all smiles again made him feel better. He cut back on the drinking, now he drank like an average mid-twenty year old in the military was supposed to. And like a good soldier he reported to base like General Eiling instructed for a top secret mission. To pick up the Yoran Princess and deliver her safely to the capital city on Arturia for her royal engagement to Prince Casius. So now here he was, laying in the back of a X-105 Cargo Transporter. A piece of junk of a ship. And one of the older models too. There was a small flight deck up front where he'd pilot, a few chairs for others to sit and monitor stations. The middle of the ship through a door was the crew quarters and through another door was the cargo bay, where he was sleeping. It was a low-key mission. A lack luster ship no one would bother with.

    "Wake up Coran." Someone kicked the side of the bench he was laying on. Michael recognized the voice immediately.

    Michael stood up and saluted. "General Eiling sir!" Normally Michael was much more relaxed in front of officers but he just got reinstated and didn't want to run the risk. The General was a grizzled veteran. Face scars and an eyepatch over his left eye, thick beard. Normally Eiling was in combat armor, ready at a moments notice. Not this time though. He was here in an official uniform, hat tucked under his arm. The General was here to oversee the Princess' safe departure and act as an ambassador.

    "At ease." Eiling rubbed his beard. "Just wanted to let you know the Princess is here with her entourage. Straighten your flight suit out." Michael did as instructed, making sure his uniform was in proper condition, running a hand through his dark hair to straighten it out, before he joined the General outside the ship, standing perfectly straight as he awaited the arrival of the Princess.

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    The chime of the elevator beeped with each level down they went. Ashira stood facing the door, next to her stood Lilian, her personal body guard. Normally one would think it strange that a military officer would have a body guard but Ashira wasn't your average officer. Along with her rank she had another title, princess and everywhere Ashira went Lilian was always at her side. The elevator came to a stop at the lowest level some twenty stories under the ground. The lights dimmed to a very low level and from on top of the doors a red light shot out. It scanned over both Ashira and Lilian until it stopped over their eyes, sweeping across their retinas. A moment later it beeped again then the light turned green and door opened. “Access granted, Lieutenant Commander Idmoi and Sergeant First Class Dixon.” A computer voice said.

    Ashira stepped out of the elevator walking in the room, the room was filled with computers covering the walls with their monitors reaching to the ceiling. In the center of the room was a large holographic table. On it was a hologram of an Arturian city, they had a Special Forces unit currently staged in the city and while peace talks were in the works the brass didn't want to pull them yet. Ashira's commander had instructed her to plan the assassination of the general for the planet. Their spies had managed to map out the general's daily routes and it was now up to the think tank to figure out the best method of assassination. Ashira had figured a sniper attack would be best and had been staring at this map for a few days trying to find the best vantage point. She had already ran over a hundred simulations most of them successful but left a low survivability rating for the sniper crew. She was determined to find a way that would result in the least amount of causalities.

    While Ashira took her position at the holographic table Lilian took up her normal post at the edge of the room. Each day she would start here watching the princess and ensuring she remained safe though it really was just formality as they were twenty stories below ground on a secret military base that according to all official records didn't exist. The likelihood of someone attacking the princess was very low. Still Lilian took her job seriously and never let her guard down. She had only been assigned to the princess six months ago but had gotten to know her quite well and had to admit she quite liked the princess. At first the thought of protecting a royal sounded off putting Lilian was a career soldier who had seen plenty of time on the front lines, spending all day watching a spoiled royal didn't sound appealing. She had been wrong though, yes most days were boring with nothing happening but her opinion about the princess had been wrong. Ashira was a good person and not at all a stuck up royal. Often by the end of the day Lilian would be standing next to the princess giving her input on whatever plan she was working on. Ashira often said having the opinion of a soldier who had seen combat was very beneficial to the plans.

    After nearly an hour Lilian looked over to the elevator doors seeing them open, she figured at first it was another member of the think tank coming in as they came and went all day. Instead though she noticed a man she didn't recognize walk through the door followed by several men each of them heavily armed. She stepped in front of the men her hand reaching for her sidearm and resting on top of it but not drawing it. With the amount of firepower these men had her pistol would be useless but she would die protecting her princess. “This is a restricted area and weapons are not authorized.” Lilian said, standing between them and the princess.

    “Step aside sergeant.” The man said then introduced himself, “Major Drake I am here to escort the princess to the imperial palace.” Drake handed Lilian a data tablet and stepped aside of her to Ashira coming to a stop beside her. He stood there for a moment expecting her to notice him and not wanting to interrupt her but after a few minutes he cleared his throat finally getting her attention. “Your highness I am here to escort you back to the palace.”

    Ashira glanced over briefly to him then went back to staring at the table, “I am not due back to the palace for another three weeks.” She said, while on active duty she was assigned to the secret base but her mother still wanted her to have a presence in the palace so she alternated between the two.

    “Princess, I am Major Drake. I have instructions from Prince Casper to escort you to the palace. You need to follow me.” Drake said, politely but annoyed.

    “As I said I am not scheduled to return for another three weeks. Now please Major I am quite busy.” Ashira said, not looking up from the table. Drake growled under his breathe then stepped closer to Ashira taking her by the arm and guiding her to the elevator. “Major!” Ashira said looking to him then to Lilian.

    “Ma'am he does have orders from the palace.” Lilian said, handing Ashira the tablet.

    Ashira took the tablet and looked it over seeing the emergency extraction orders. She handed the tablet back to Lilian as Drake guided her into the elevator. There wasn't much room in the elevator with Ashira, Lilian, Drake and his soldiers. “Major there is only one reason I can think of for an emergency extraction order so you better tell me what the hell is going on.”

    “Your highness I was just given the instructions to escort you to the palace. Once we are airborne we will be at the palace in thirty minutes you can get your answers there.” Drake said, guiding her out of the elevator and to the helipad.

    Throughout the flight back to the palace Ashira tapped on her fingers wishing she could look out the window but her escort insisted she sit away from them. She wanted to see what was going on outside, the only reason she could think of for an emergency extraction was something had happened to Empress. If she could see out the windows she would be able to see if there were more soldiers posted around the palace, standard procedures for a attack on the royal family. The transport landed and was lowered into an underground hanger, Major Drake lead the way out of the hanger and the Empress’ study. Inside Ashira noticed Casper standing by the window and ran to him wrapping her arms around him, “Casper what is going on? Mother is she alight?” she asked.

    Her brother looked at her a puzzled look on his face a moment, “Ashira, mother is fine why you would think she wasn’t? She wanted to speak with you about the treaty with the Arturians.” He asked.

    “Well you did issue an emergency extraction and send in Special Forces. You could have at least sent a message.” Ashira said, pulling away and crossing her arms.

    “I did, actually I sent three.” Casper said, as Ashira unfolded her arms and looked down at her right wrist, she tapped on a bracelet on her wrist causing a holopad to display over her wrist. On the holopad it showed that she had three unread messages. “You never check your messages. Seriously I am going to start sending messages to Lilian.”

    “With all due respect your highness I am a bodyguard not your sister’s secretary.” Lilian said, said with a smile. While he had still been in the military Lilian had been assigned to Prince Casper’s squad and he was actually the one to recommend her as Ashira’s security.

    The prince chuckled then wrapped his arm around Ashira’s shoulder, “Come on mother is waiting for you.”


    Another round of bullets hits my skin. Well, fire away
    Cause today, I won't let the shame sink in. We are bursting through
    the barricades and reaching for the sun.

    We Are Warriors


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    As they were standing Michael's pilot helmet came flying at him. "Whoa!" He caught it easily. The black helmet had a white ace of spade painted on the side and dark tinted visor. Michael started at his reflection.

    "Better watch out for this one General. He has a habit of punching authority figures." A large man walked toward the ship. The most noticeable thing about him was his large robotic left arm. Arturian tech. Advanced prosthetics that kept soldiers on the battlefield.

    "You brought Cyrus with you?" Michael grumbled to the General.

    "Captain Ironbane is head of my security." General Eiling explained. Cyrus Ironbane, a ruthless spec ops soldier back in the day. If the Council decided sending him with Eiling was a good idea it was clear they were sending a message, don't try anything funny. Flanking Cyrus were several other soldiers. Handpicked by Cyrus surely.

    Michael sucked his teeth and replied sarcastically. "I thought you wanted the best of the best?"

    "What'd you say you punk?" Faster than he could see Cyrus' robotic arm grabbed Michael by the front of his pilot suit and lifted him into the air. "We thought you'd be a bit more grateful for being reinstated."

    The General spoke sternly. "Captain. Put him down. Now."

    It took a few seconds but eventually Captain Ironbane complied. "You're lucky I don't do to you what you did to Einhorn."

    "Bring it tin man." Michael taunted, not willing to back down.

    "Enough! Both of you!" Eiling snapped. Cyrus withdrew, disappearing around the side of the cargo ship. "Lieutenant." Michael shuffled over to Eiling, head down. "I know your father. He was a good man who clearly taught you to value other's lives. And Einhorn might have cared less about his men." The young officer thought the soldiers under his command were mere playings. Pawns to be sacrificed to bolster his career to higher ranks. "While I might be sympathetic to your justification for getting into a fight with him, need I remind you this is your one chance. You were reinstated for this mission and you keeping your job is dependent on it's success. That means your performance has to look flawless. No being late and certainly no picking fights. Is that clear?"

    Michael snapped to attention. "Crystal sir!"

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    She was lead from the Empress' study to her private office, it was a good size room but not as large as the previous room. Her study was mostly used to met with people while very few actually made it into the office. Casper and Ashira had been in this room many times both when they were younger and as adults. Often Ashira would meet with her mother here to discuss the appearances she wanted her to make. They walked in seeing their mother sitting on the sofa looking over a data tablet she looked up as the pair walked into the room, leaving Lilian, Major Drake and his men outside. “Ah good Ashira you are here.” Beatrix said, setting the tablet down on a table.

    “You wanted to see me mother?” Ashira said, wondering what was so important they couldn't talk about it over a data line. Caspar said she wanted to discuss the treaty with the Arturians but she couldn't think of why that would require a in person visit.

    “Your brother didn't tell you?” Beatrix asked arching her eyebrow at the prince making him cringe and take a step back. “Really Caspar if you are going to be Emperor you need to learn to hard have hard conversations.”

    “Yes, mother.” Caspar said, sounding like a scolded school boy. He was used to leading soldiers in battle and could shout commands that could lead his soldiers to their death but telling people bad news wasn't something he was good at. He had lost several soldiers and at his mother's insistence he had made it a point to deliver the news to their families personally. It was a task he hated doing but his mother had been right it was better coming from him than some random officer.

    “Caspar mentioned something about the treaty.” Ashira said, hoping to help her brother out, though she didn't think it was going to make much of a difference.

    “Indeed, I have come to an agreement with King Cassian on the terms of the treaty.” Beatrix said, gesturing to Ashira to come sit next to her. Once the princess had sat down she continued. “Some concessions had to made to ensure the treaty would last and not become merely a ceasefire. I am sending you to Arturia to sign the treaty on my behalf and then you will finalize the agreement by marrying Prince Casius.”

    Ashira thought of objecting she had never met Prince Casius but as part of the think tank she had seen many reports on the young man and wasn't sure he seemed to be a very arrogant man. She held her tongue knowing things in the Yoran Empire weren't going well, parliament was close to proposing a vote of non-confidence for the Empress. A vote of non-confidence could remove her mother from the throne and palace her brother on it or it could evict the whole family in favor for the most senior parliament member. Ending this war would go a long way to winning back public favor. Ashira closed her eyes briefly then opened them replying, “Yes, mother.”

    Beatrix patted Ashira on the leg looking warmly at her though you could see in her eyes she wasn't thrilled with this arrangement. “Good, it is what is best for the empire. It has been decided that the two of you will be spending half a galactic year in the Arturian Empire and the other half in the Yoran Empire. A Arturian transport will be here within the hour, you will not be traveling with a Naval escort. We have reason to believe that there are force that don't want this treaty to succeed which is why we will be sending you in secret. You will only be accompanied by your personal security, an Arturian detachment and Major Drake's squad.”


    Another round of bullets hits my skin. Well, fire away
    Cause today, I won't let the shame sink in. We are bursting through
    the barricades and reaching for the sun.

    We Are Warriors


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    "Alright pile in." General Eiling ordered. The General, his security force and Michael climbed up the ramp and into X-105. Cyrus' squad stayed in the cargo hold. Michael sat in the pilot's seat, flipping switches and pressing buttons. "Everything in order Lieutenant?"

    "Aye sir. All engine checks have already been completed. Now I'm just checking the onboard systems." Michael's eyes flicked across display screens.

    "Time to go pick up the package sir?" Cyrus asked as he sat in another chair on the left side.

    "We have a schedule to keep gentlemen." Eiling sat in the chair on the right of the flight deck. "Lieutenant?"

    "Onboard systems, check. Green across the board." Michael put on his helmet and opened a channel to the tower to give his call sign a. "Flight control tower this is Nighthawk on launch pad two delta. Requesting permission for take off."

    The tower responded, "Roger Nighthawk. Request granted."

    The engines of the X-105 kicked on and lifted the ship into the air. Michael piloted the ship in the direction of their pick up. "Estimated time of arrival fifty seven minutes."

    "Keep her steady Lieutenant." Eiling looked out the window.

    "Aye aye sir." This was his environment, piloting. Michael kept a good grip on the controls. "Sir, might I ask you something?"

    The General nodded. "Speak freely Lieutenant."

    "Are you sure it's a good idea to just send me back alone?" It had been decided that Michael would be the only Arturian aboard the X-105. They may have said a detachment but really they meant only him.

    "I wanted to assign at least two others but some of the other Generals thought it unnecessary. Didn't see the need for a simple pick up." Eiling crossed his arms. "I was out voted."

    "Not like it matters." Cyrus spoke up. "If things get out of hand you could always set the ship on a crash course with a moon." The large augmented man laughed. "Those fools might not realize it but if push comes to shove you could be the most dangerous bastard on this hunk of junk."

    Michael was silent after that and remained so the rest of the trip. "We're approaching the landing zone."

    "Unidentified space craft state your intentions or be shot down."

    Michael's blood ran cold. "Shit."

    "I got this son." The General pressed a few buttons on his chair. "This is General Eiling speaking here to enact Executive Order: Midnight Run."

    After a tense minute different voice responded, one that seemed to carry greater authority. "Arturian Transport proceed to pad one"

    "Roger." Michael sighed. "Holy shit. This is serious." Carefully, not wanting to draw the ire of the AA guns, Michael directed the ship to the designated landing zone. "Landing gear deployed." Several seconds later the ship jerked. Now on the ground.

    "Arturian vessel you will submit yourself for a security inspection."

    Michael replied, "Affirmative. Standby for our exit." Once the comm was off he grumbled. "Not even a please and thank you. These people." The ramp at the back of the ship lowered and the group exited, standing off to the side as a security team boarded. "No one better fuck with my seat!" Michael yelled after them. "Took me three hours to get it just right!"

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    The empress had told her to go pack but to only take what she needed right away. Once she had arrived in Arturia and signed the treaty the rest of her belongings would be sent along. So what she mostly packed were clothes, sticking primarily to regular clothes and leaving her military uniforms. She was going to sign a peace treaty it wouldn't be a good idea to show up looking like a military officer. She needed to give an image of peace. On that note she started looking something to wear on the trip. First appearances were everything and they were starting a new chapter in Arturian and Yoran history.

    Ashira chose a simple pants suit with the national colors of the Yoran Empire. It wasn't overly formal but not too causal yet would distinctly mark her as Yoran. When everything was done she had two bags of clothing and a few data tablets. Her work wasn't on any of the tablets as it was classified data and if her future husband or his family saw any of the plans she worked on them it could jeopardize the treaty. She did wonder what would happen with her military career, she couldn't think of a way she could continue it in Arturia. It no doubt would be put on hold until she returned home and she probably would be put in an administration position. She may be marrying an Arturian prince but she was Yoran at heart and would earn her citizenship.

    A couple of servants carried her bags to landing pad one where she had been told her escort would be landing. She arrived a little before the crew did and managed to catch the ship landing. It was an older model X-105 transport a beat up one at that. A smirk came to Ashira's face all this seemed oddly familiar to her. Project Midnight Run, it had been a plan she had come up with to get a group of soldiers into Arturia space. The plan was to sneak into the nation under the guise of Arturian merchants. Travel on a Arturian ship dressed as merchants loyal to Arturia. They had already used the plan successfully a few times. The assassination plan she had been working on early was for a group of special forces who had made it to the planet in this very method. They hadn't attempted to make it all the way to the capital only a few of the outlying planets. Ironic that she would be now traveling in this method. She was a little surprised her mother shared it with the Arturians but then again if the treaty lasted they wouldn't need to sneak into the nation.

    Once the ship had landed it was surrounded by a group of Yoran soldiers who instructed Ashira to step back behind a blast shield until they had secured the ship. The lead officer ordered them stand by for a security inspection. She watched as the hatch opened and several men exited the ship one of them shouting something about his seat.


    Another round of bullets hits my skin. Well, fire away
    Cause today, I won't let the shame sink in. We are bursting through
    the barricades and reaching for the sun.

    We Are Warriors


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    After the security team finished their sweep of the vessel Michael went to work on his post-arrival checks. Opening panels and checking the components. The nature of this run demanded even more extensive checks. While Michael was working on the X-105 General Eiling and Captain Ironbane approached the royal entourage. They stopped and bowed respectfully to the Princess. "Lady Ashira. I am General Eiling, Ambassador for this mission. This is Captain Ironbane, my head of security. Your pilot as you can see is currently occupied with the standard procedure of post and pre flight checks. I believe it best to have him complete his duties to maintain our timely schedule."

    The sound of metal hitting the ground rang out around the landing pad followed by an unprofessional curse. "Fuck! Shit." Michael appeared from around the back of the ship, one hand held to the back of his head. "What the..." He pulled his hand away and looked at it, then put it back and looked back at the ship. Then he noticed the others gazing in his direction. Michael caught the General's eye. "Who requisitioned this piece of junk!? I'm gonna kick their ass when I got back!" He cursed some more as he ducked back behind the ship. The General saw him lean down and push something up, he could only assume some panel fell down and caught him on the head.

    Cyrus chuckled next to the General. "The kid has a very unprofessional mouth doesn't he General?"

    Eiling sighed. "He never listens to a word I say. I feel sorry for his mother raising him." The old General coughed into his fist. "Yes, well, moving on. His skills are top notch despite his lack of decorum I assure you."

    "Where's that fuel truck?" Michael asked one of the ramp workers, a young kid who seem terrified of the veteran pilot. She stammered a response the ran off only to be replaced by a truck backing up to the ship. "That's better." Once the truck stopped he grabbed the hose off the truck, it unwound as he walked toward the engine. Michael attached it and with a heavy twist secured it in place. "Ok start it up!" The truck hummed as it began pumping fuel into the X-105. As Michael was fueling the craft the group was entering the ship, the General clearly giving them the grand tour inside of the outdated cargo hauler. Michael's gaze traveled over the Princess and he stared for a moment before looking away unimpressed.

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    The general invited Ashira and her entourage onto the ship, by now Major Drake had returned though he only had one of his men with him. They both had changed into more casual clothes, when they had first arrived all of the soldiers had been in uniform and made Ashira wonder if they planned on traveling that way. For Midnight Run to work they had to appear as Arturians and she was glad Major Drake read the brief. She was also happy he decided to cut down their numbers. The more people would be harder to explain if they were questioned. Though it did help having actual Arturians aboard.

    They walked past the pilot as he worked on the ship, he didn’t seem like your typical military man but then again Ashira didn’t know many Arturians or rather any. With the war having been going on as long as it has it wasn’t an uncommon thing. She had read about how at the beginning of the war it was hard for people who knew those they were fighting against but that wasn’t the case now whole generations had grown up knowing nothing but the war. The ship was small and worn out, she had seen the ship their special forces had used and it was nowhere near as beat up as this one. But then again they had months with it to get it back into shape and only appearing beat up. The Arturians didn’t have the time that they did with their ship. She just hoped the ship would make it.

    “General, I trust that despite the appearance of your ship that your crew will be able to safely get the Princess to your homeworld safely.” Major Drake said, clicking his tongue at the state of the ship.


    Another round of bullets hits my skin. Well, fire away
    Cause today, I won't let the shame sink in. We are bursting through
    the barricades and reaching for the sun.

    We Are Warriors


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    "We've made improvements internally. Buffed the engine and shield generator. The run-down appearance is to masquerade as a salvage team. Your pilot can pull off a pissed off down on his luck junker very easily. You're in good hands." Eiling had made sure Michael was well prepared with their cover story if they were to be stopped by passing patrols or had to make any stops along the way. "It will be just our pilot with you as agreed. We'll be leaving for Arturia in a few days after we conclude our business here."

    Michael walked up the ramp, breezed past the Yoran crew quickly, not even sparing them a glance. Passing the crew quarters he joined the General on the flight deck. "Sir!" Michael saluted. "Pre-flight checks completed. Reporting a hundred percent functionality across all exterior components."

    General Eiling quickly saluted back. "Excellent. Lieutenant Coran I want to officially introduce you to Major Drake and Princess Ashira."

    "Major." Michael turned toward them, still at attention. His right fist hit the left side of his chest and he bowed to the princess. While he might be unimpressed Michael knew better than to be disrespectful directly to the princess. "Your Highness. Lieutenant Coran, at your service."

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    She looked around the ship taking note of the model, it had been one they had considered for their plans but eventually vetoed due to the size and cover story required for it. The X-105 Cargo Transporter was designed for a small crew and while it had a crew berth that held six assuming the crew hot swapped bunks between shifts it still was very cramped. Most often these ships ran with a crew of three, and occasionally with only one. General Eiling had said they would be departing at a later time, no doubt so he could go over the final drafts of the treaty with her mother before transmitting it back. Which left Lt. Coran, Major Drake, his man, Lilian and herself. Five people about a savage ship like this would be difficult to sell to any passing patrols. Her mother no doubt had disregard the guidelines for Project Midnight Run to ensure her daughter had a proper escort. “A pleasure to meet you Lt. Coran.” Ashira said, realizing he was the first Arturian she had ever met. They didn't seem all that different. Though history told that centuries ago the Arturians and Yoran had been one people before branching out into space.

    She turned to Major Drake and his soldier still thinking that perhaps there were too many people aboard. “Major would you and your soldier please conduct a walk around of the ship to ensure everything is in order?” She instructed, then before the pilot had a chance to mention that he had just done that she held her hand up. “I insist, nothing against your ability Lieutenant it would put me at ease.”

    The major nodded to her then saluted before he and the soldier exited the ship to conduct the walk around. Once Major Drake was clear of the ship she turned back to Lt. Coran. “Lt. Can I trust you will have us airborne before the Major can even start his walk around?”

    “Your highness, this is against the instructions from your mother. She wanted you to have security escort.” Lilian said, though she was more stating a fact then objecting to the change in plans. She had served with the prince long enough to know that he didn't always follow the plan and it would seem his sister was the same. It was one of the perks of being a royal, any other soldier would have been reprimanded yet with the prince the brass always just looked the other way. She wondered how the empress would respond to this but figured it would be something they dealt with later.

    “Lilian you know as well as I do that a ship of this size with a crew of over three has a 23.2% chance of passing through a check point and the cover story holding. Besides I have you as a security escort.” Ashira said with a smirk, then when Lilian shrugged she turned back to Micheal, “Well Lieutenant?”


    Another round of bullets hits my skin. Well, fire away
    Cause today, I won't let the shame sink in. We are bursting through
    the barricades and reaching for the sun.

    We Are Warriors


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