𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑒𝑎, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑘 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒.

"I'm not aware of such a thing, are you certain?"

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𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒. 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠.

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The current casualties are 6,284 dead, a further 1,200 missing including 86 people reported as abducted by transporter. Over 10,000 reported injured, some critical.

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𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑝. 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑝𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑘.

𝐷'𝑇𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟-

𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠.

𝑂𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑜𝑓 𝑅𝑖ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦-

"Beldas, shut it off!! It is driving me insane! No...I am not leaving the bridge!"

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑎𝑠, 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝, 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑎𝑔ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑡

"The D'tarri?! They'll slaughter everyone!!"

𝐻𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒

"Shaoi dan, Commander Tol, I regret we delayed you, and thank you for retrieving us." 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑤, 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑠

"Senator, there is a spatial distortion 10 kilometers from our position, inbound." 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑐, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑝𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡

"Let's see if it's them."

𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑘 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑-

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑒.

"Forgive me, everyone...but something important has come up, I fear I must depart but I shall keep you informed on our positions and preparations..."

Me in the national security team group chat

𝑀𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑙, 𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑝𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒. 𝐹𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑝𝑒.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑠

𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟

"Shaoi dan, I am Llairhi Cretak...and we have a lot to talk about."

𝐴 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑.

𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑘 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐴 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠.

𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟-

𝑊𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑑, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑𝑠.

𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠.

𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑘 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑙𝑢𝑥𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡

𝐼𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒.

𝑇𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠...𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠...ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑢𝑡𝑦...𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑...𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑅𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦.

𝑇𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑦...

𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑢𝑛, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑙𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟, 𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒, ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑...𝑛𝑜𝑡-