Imperial Entanglements

[Sanis Prent]

With a flash, Layla cut into realspace, diving headlong towards what should've been home sweet home and a job well done. It was anything but.

"This is Rogue Thirteen, come in Valiant Actual. This is Rogue Thirteen. This is Rogue Thirteen to all local comm bands, channel priority."

Sublights wide open, I banked the ship around the flanks of the flotilla, as if by the urgency of my flying I could somehow shake the fleet awake.

"The Empire has our coordinates. Attack is imminent. Repeat, attack is imminent."

I could only hope that whatever Navy jock was on the ball tonight was able to get the right people on task, because every second counted. If the Wheel didn't sound evacuation, and set a retreat rally-point, we were all in very real danger.

I didn't look to Loki, who was sitting to my right. We both knew exactly what was on the line.

"Ready on those quads?"