++Azazel, do you copy?++
Commodore Chase Philon sent the copy code back to his commander - Admrial Hewie. "Roger, sir. Orders received. I will take Destroyer Squadron Charlie and escorting Frigates on a patrol of Sector 8-Echo-Niner. Should we run into any resistance we are to attempt to take it out. If it proves too much, we are to pull out at max speed and return to Beacon 7-113 and relay our situation to you." He paused for a moment, and let a vicious grin cross his face before continuing. "Operation Pirate Bay is a go sir?"
++...........++
++Aye, good hunting. Dante out++
Philon ran his hands through his hair, then turned to face his bridge crew. "Alright lads, you heard the Boss. Helm, plot a course and take us out."
Azazel glistened in the light of the red dwarf star that was almost 3 light hours away. She led the hunting pack out towards the shunt limit of the rest of Inferno Fleet. It was a beautiful sight, watching a flotilla of hunters depart. Something primal shifted deep down in Hewie as he watched them take their final approach vectors. He knew that they would find something, and he was trusting the commodore to take care of those ships. They were deep in enemy territory now, and they wouldn't be able to fix anything major until they found another safe haven in 2 or 3 weeks... Hewie had faith in him though, and he knew that Philon would stay true to his orders.
Hewie turned to face the rest of the fleet. It looked much smaller now, but the remaining cruisers, frigates, and his own battleship could take care of anything short of a full task force. Hewie smiled as he prepped the next set of raiding orders. He wished he could bring the full might of Dante down on some small backwater Terran world, but that would have to wait until the other raids were successful. Patience is a virtue, he thought cooly to himself as he imagined his full broadsides slashing through planetary defenses. Soon.......
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