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Aboard Dark Prophet II
The atmosphere among the gathered men was tense. At the head of the table sat a new face, a relative unknown. His name was Rhylance and he claimed to be the Consul of Taldryan but there really wasn’t anyone in a position to say otherwise. Right now there was a bigger concern and it was the fact that no matter where they jumped to, the Vengeance soon appeared behind them in pursuit. At the table also sat Vodo Biask Taldrya, recently named the Rollmaster, and handful of fleet officers.
Rhylance’s brow was furrowed and his face wore the haggard expression that was now becoming common to all present. There had been little sleep, much bickering, and a fleet-wide (for what remained of the fleet) search of the ships for a tracking device or a means by which the Justicar seemed to know where they would emerge from Hyperspace every time. His uniform was disheveled, having had no time to change since the attack, and that was setting the standard for his subordinates as well.
“We need to change the game somehow”, Vodo proffered for the second time, “We can’t keep jumping to some randomized point in space and hope that this time the Vengeance doesn’t find us”.
The Dark Prophet’s captain brought his fist down on the table, “This running and fleeing is not our way. If Odan-Urr wants to help us, give them the next set of coordinates and have them rendezvous with us there. We’ll set an ambush for Cotelin and be rid of his stain for good!”
Rhylance raised an eyebrow at the Taldrya, “Even with a handful of cruisers and frigates we’re still no match for the Suffering. What you propose is certain death.”
DDAY + 36hrs
Somewhere in the Outer Rim
The few remaining ships of the Taldryan Navy decanted from Hyperspace among a slew of asteroids and planetoids. The Star System’s dim star was far distant and this oort cloud was perhaps at the edge of its influence. The Ships maneuvered into positions behind objects substantial enough to mask their mass as fighter squadrons disgorged and spread out taking up ambush positions among the detritus and orbiting rocks awaiting the imminent arrival of the Iron Throne’s task force.
Truth be told, no one wanted to pick a fight right now. The paltry number of fighters and warships remaining were under equipped to take on the Vengeance alone, let alone its destroyer and cruiser escorts and their fighter compliments. This stand had to be taken however. The interiors of all fleet assets had been thoroughly searched and re-searched. Com systems, databases, and all technology had been scrubbed and filed through meticulously to ensure nothing was infected or working to betray their position. Private vessels of members had been confiscated and mostly disassembled to ensure there were no traitors, willing or otherwise, there as well. The only place left to search were the exterior hulls of the fleet and that couldn’t be done in hyperspace. The Justicar’s means of tracking them had to be found and in thirty minutes or less—otherwise there would be a fight and it would be one they could not afford.
-Jac Cotelin, Son of Taldryan and Justicar of the Brotherhood, has attacked and destroyed most of the Taldryan Fleet and presumably the Kr’Tal system as well
-Major Rhylance is the new Consul of the Clan and few people seem to know who he is
-the only remaining Warship confirmed to exist is the Dark Prophet II
-Howie and Halc are taking a nature walk somewhere
-Yacks is being held aboard the Suffering by Jac and is beyond rescue presently