Query: Alpha Centauri
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03.29.2259
NETCOM reports significant enemy presence in Arcturus. Bastion "Stalingrad" reports loss of system control. Task Force Hades status unknown. Enemy likely to push into UNSA core territory.
All stations stand at battle-ready.
Task Force Falcon report to colony Elysium.
Task Force Warthog report to colony Arcadia.
Earth Defense Fleet report to Mars shipyards for retrofit.
Good luck and godspeed. NETCOM out.
04.16.2259
NETCOM reports significant enemy presence in Alpha Centauri system. Initial intelligence suggests multiple fleets emerging from Arcturus hyperlane. Numbers unknown.
Task Force Falcon prepare for immediate engagement with enemy.
Task Force Warthog report to colony Elysium to provide emergency assistance. ETA 05.04.2259
Earth Defense Fleet continue retrofit
NETCOM reports Vitrian Warfleet "Vokt" en route to Sol. ETA 08.12.2259
NETCOM reports Federation Fleet "Unity" en route to Elysium. ETA 04.29.2259
Good luck and godspeed. NETCOM out.
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Personal log, Strike Wing Commander Jeremiah Wright
We were ready for them. At least, as ready as we could have been. We had the hyperlane from Arcturus covered every way to sundown. No way in hell that anything was getting through that killzone unscathed.
Of course, the geckos didn't really care about how many of their ships it would cost to establish themselves in the system. They bred so fast that they'd have replaced their casualties within the month and the little 'vettes that they led with were little more than an airtight box with guns and engines bolted on. All they cared about was spilling as much xeno blood as possible.
They breached the hyperlane right at the end of my patrol. I saw the warp point bulge and open up like a goddamn flower. At least two hundred of their 'vettes popped through, already flaring their engines to close with TF Falcon. I spotted more ships exiting the hyperlane, but lost them behind the corvette swarm massing just outside seeker range.
My comms lit up, all these little outbursts that did nothing except clog up your headspace and fuck with your decision making. I blocked them out, waiting for my orders like a good soldier.
Then the NET went silent, and Admiral Dietrich's callsign flashed on my HUD. I just sat there as I waited for our orders, watching a wall of vessels pour out of that hyperlane in complete fucking silence. That was some eerie shit that I'll never forget.
Then Admiral Dietrich's voice crackled to life over the NET. I'd never heard the cold, demanding tone in his voice before, so I damn near crapped my flight suit. He'd been a part of Earth's admiralty since the early 2200's, dating all the way back to before the hive wars. If the geckos had him spooked, I should have been neck deep in the brown stuff.
"Our enemy has chosen to come to Elysium. Let us show them that was a poor choice."
He paused for a moment, the entire damn fleet hanging on his words.
"You have your orders. Fight hard. Fight smart. Fight brave. Most of all? Make them pay for every fucking inch."
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