Session 8 5

Zinda Tegram heads up to the PA system on the bridge, taps it a few times, and speaks.
Abraham: "Well now this is… telling. In that it is telling us everything we need to know about our adversaries. Classifying troops as munitions and classifying the field commander of a unit as a Political Officer, well, that's really all I need to know about how I should feel about them."
Zinda Tegram: "This is Queen Zinda Tegram of Oldziey. I currently have control of your ship. If you would like to remain human, I very much advise you to surrender yourself to the brig where you will be treated with all care due to prisoners of war."
Zinda Tegram disables the air filtration system in the HVAC and sets the airflow to maximum before beginning to manage her slither groups individually.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Uh, sir? If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, I think you might want to get Zinda on comm before she does something you'll have to work around."
Abraham: "Right. Thank you." Abraham takes the com. "Zinda, not setting us up as the greater of two evils would be appreciated. Thank you."
Zinda Tegram: "Hmm? Oh, haha, alright."
What survivors remain on the ship are unable to fight or flee effectively. Not that they do not fight or flee, just that even the slitherers report a lack of challenge.
Zinda Tegram pulls her punches and corrals them to the brig.
Abraham: "Is she still trying to make us look like we grind our enemies bones to make our bread?"
The survivors have to be carried more than corralled, but they are rounded up and put in the brig - separated, for those who prove to be a danger to one another.
Zinda Tegram heads off the bridge to pay her new captives a visit, and to make sure that the slithers will be able to crew the ship effectively.
ExecutiveOfficer: "I'm just interpreting based on sensor data, but excluding known Zinda-derivative life signs, as well as Pearson and Janictam, there are less than half the life signs there were before they boarded."
ExecutiveOfficer: "And she's gathering them in one spot now."
Abraham: "Well, that's just efficiency. Not /inherently/ suspicious. Except it's Zinda and she hates efficiency."
Abraham: "But maybe she's learning."
ExecutiveOfficer: "We can hope so, sir."
[OOC] Spyboy: It's never good to see a vicious predator learning.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Nom nom
[OOC] Spyboy: Sorry. Vicious *nonhuman* predator. =p
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: D:
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Ruuuude
[OOC] WC GM: So, you don't want to put Metis in a classroom, or a library?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I-I do! But Metis is herbivorous! Not like nommy plants.
[OOC] Spyboy: Spyboy has never thought of Metis as vicious, or a predator.
[OOC] Metis: Metis doesn't predate. Unless ice cream counts.
[OOC] WC GM: Do books count?
[OOC] Spyboy: Anyway…
Zinda Tegram inspects her prisoners in person.
[OOC] Abraham: Actually, Metis uses photoelectrosynthesis.
Spyboy: "Spyboy to Roland. How much time before the enemy runaway leaves the system?"
[OOC] Abraham: I'm gonna make the XO answer that because I'm the Admiral and he's the one in front of the sensor readouts. Also, I'm a jerk.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Roland to Spyboy. Target has jumped."
Spyboy: "Copy that. I'll take a look at the sensor logs, see if I can make anything out about the nature of the ship."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Crown Two reports it looked like a cloaked news ship, if that makes any sense to you?"
Spyboy: "I did copy those reports, I'm just going to take a more personal eye to the readings."
Spyboy: "Unfortunately, 'cloaked news ship' is exactly what I'd build a spy-ship to look like. Or not look like, rather."
The prisoners are a sorry lot. Wandering around, minds fogged…but now that she gets a good look at them, somewhat out of shape. Almost as if Confederation physical standards have been slipping.
Zinda Tegram: "Sounds like they're testing our strength."
Zinda Tegram: "We should move quickly before they can act on their intel."
Zinda Tegram waves in front of one of them.
Zinda Tegram: "Are you…OK?"
Spyboy: "I don't think so…"
Spyboy pauses
Zinda Tegram: "I had expected the homeworld troopers to be…capable."
Spyboy: "Zinda, would you be able to detect any engineered virus?"
Zinda Tegram: "Uh…maybe? I can get one of the corpses that haven't been converted yet and take it apart?"
The prisoner does not register Zinda's wave.
Zinda Tegram snaps her fingers to do just that.
Zinda Tegram: "…They tried to blow the ship. Maybe they also self-destructed the crew?"
Spyboy: "Please. I can think of a half-dozen reasons that all these bio-engineered troops would be so passive, but the possibility that someone was careless with a vial is one that Heggy is breathing."
Zinda Tegram frowns.
Spyboy: "That's another possibility, yes. Or they could be specializing like insects and these crew would be obeying their makers with much more enthusiasm, but their makers fled."
The slitherers report no immediate findings of any unexpected pathogens.
Spyboy: "Chemical control is another possibility."
Zinda Tegram: "…Hmm. Hold on."
[OOC] Abraham: I'm more concerned with inhibited proteins. Engineer them so they can't live without something in the ship's atmosphere. No worries about prisoners.
Zinda Tegram does a teardown of another body and pays close attention to brain structure.
Zinda Tegram: "Let's see…they might not be using human brains."
Zinda Tegram: "Or they could be modified…"
The brain structure seems typical human, if a bit simple. Not nearly as many folds as average.
Signs of environmental stress, though, focused on the heart, lungs, and gut.
Spyboy digs through sensor records of the control ship - everything he sucks off of Crown Squadron's computers, the Roland's sensors, and his ship from inside its bay. He compares them with what is left of the carriers' records.
Spyboy finds mostly agreement, though digging a bit, the carrier's records seem to have transmissions here and there that nobody else recorded. Toward the end, as the news ship was fleeing - and the carrier beaming its records to said ship - there seem to be distorted recordings of Zinda's voice, and a few brutal executions of people who, on cross reference, are alive and part of Zinda's prisoners.
Spyboy: "Spyboy to Roland. Looking at tightbeam logs. Seems like we don't have to worry about Zinda performing atrocities to scare our enemies against us."
Spyboy: "They've taken care of that with some video editing."
[OOC] Spyboy: We are in Grissom now, right?
[OOC] WC GM: Right.
Spyboy sends a few tentative handshake pings to the Academy to see if he gets any response from the Nephilim.
Nephilim: "[Ah, it is the servant of the Abrahim. We have been taking information from the university.]"
Abraham: "Oh how nice. Saves us the trouble. I want these things taken alive and ideally unharmed. I want them treated with kids gloves when we have them in our custody. I want them to have a fair honest and impartial trial where they will inevitably be legally executed until they are dead dead dead. Realistically, I expect them to fight to the last man though. I rarely get my wishes."
Spyboy: "So far we've managed to get some, though I believe Zinda's looking over the prisoners and they are not in good shape. It seems like our enemy did some kind of self-destruct on the crew, too."
Spyboy: "I will say that from what I've been able to see, this makes a certain amount of sense. The Black Lance had a lot of support in the military, and in the legislature. They lost that in the Border Wars."
Spyboy: "But they had to have more support. If there was a news organization that was a part of it, and managed to bury that?"
Spyboy: "Still, I haven't been able to find any identifying records that would prove or disprove that."
[OOC] WC GM: Are you digging for that in their database?
[OOC] Spyboy: Yes. I apologize for not being more explicit earlier.
[OOC] WC GM: PMing results, as Spyboy might want to phrase this part to the rest of the crew.
[OOC] Spyboy: Copy that.
Zinda Tegram frowns as she thumbs through the prisoner's brains.
[OOC] WC GM: PMing results to Zinda. Same reason.
Spyboy: "That's odd. And most annoying."
Spyboy: "Seems like a good chunk of the crew was 'civilian volunteers.'"
[OOC] Abraham: Is this also to The Roland?
[OOC] Spyboy: Yes.
Abraham: "Oh my. I do wonder what that is a euphemism for."
Spyboy: "And their families are watching video of Zinda and her slitherers cutting them down."
Spyboy: "No euphemism. Seems like a couple of news organizations who survived the purge of the Black Lance literally put out a call for volunteers to make the Commonwealth a better place."
Metis: "So this is more of a propaganda conflict."
Spyboy: "Utterly so."
Zinda Tegram: "Abe, we've got a problem."
Metis: "Which places us at a disadvantage, as we cannot properly disseminate lies and confusions ourselves. But, if they do not escalate to an armed conflict, is there a reason for concern?"
Spyboy starts cherry-picking some of the more incriminating files on the carrier's servers - as well as anything that might explain the damage that Zinda has been hmming over.
Zinda Tegram: "These aren't soldiers we're fighting."
Spyboy: "They will escalate to an armed conflict."
Zinda Tegram: "No, no, you don't understand."
Zinda Tegram: "They're civilians."
Zinda Tegram: "They were never supposed to be soldiers."
Zinda Tegram: "I mean, they were, but…"
Zinda Tegram: "They were never expected to make good ones."
Spyboy: "Indeed. Their purpose here was to be killed by our troops."
Spyboy: "Then the Black Lance broadcasts us butchering peoples' family."
Zinda Tegram: "And then *their* friends come."
Spyboy: "And if the Commonwealth isn't willing to send in the Navy, then the Black Lance will succeed in shaking the government of the whole Commonwealth."
Zinda Tegram: "So…what do we do?"
Zinda Tegram sighs and starts wandering through the brig trying to find someone who will speak to her.
Zinda Tegram: "Hey!"
Zinda Tegram: "You!"
Spyboy: "[Do you know what's causing their lassitude? Is it just shock, or did the Lance do something to them to cause this damage?]"
Zinda Tegram pokes them in the cheek to try and get a response.
[OOC] Spyboy: To Zinda, btw.
Prisoner: "M'uh?"
Zinda Tegram: "[Working on that now.]"
Zinda Tegram: "Hey. Do you know your name?"
Spyboy: "[Copy. I'm still going through their records, too.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[We need to get Thanes in on this.]"
Tim: "They call me Tim."
Spyboy: "[Is he on the Roland, or did he head back?]"
Zinda Tegram: "Where are you from?"
Although Spyboy did not actually see Thanes leave, it is an easy calculation to know that he left the Roland before the Roland entered Grissom.
Zinda Tegram: "[Someone get needs to get in touch.]"
Abraham: "You're right, Metis. This is a propaganda fight, and we are unarmed. In fact, I will extend the analogy and say we are also blind folded and have one arm tied behind our back. Fortunately, we do have the means to get, not lies and confusion, but THE TRUTH and confusion to the people who can disseminate it via the Neutrino network."
Tim: "Uhh, Shepard system. I'm a herd manager there. A shepherd from Shepard."
[OOC] Abraham: Make that man a commander.
Zinda Tegram: "Oh, haha, cool. Listen, uh, Tim, how'd you get here?"
Tim: "On this ship. I boarded it and it took me here."
Zinda Tegram: "That makes sense. Why were you on this ship?"
Spyboy pipes the feed from Zinda's neucomm into a file.
[OOC] WC GM: For note: Shepard system is 2 jumps away from Chandley. It's officially counted as part of the Hubble quadrant, though you can't get there from Chandley without jumping out of quadrant first. At least, not using the previously known jump points.
Metis: "So, it is a correct conclusion that these people are deliberately creating false data? It is not accidental?"
Spyboy: "It is absolutely a correct conclusion."
Tim: "To help out! Some friends of mine, they'd gotten a bad rap so they needed help manning an expedition to get through Chandley. They asked and I said sure. I didn't know much about starships but it was kinda easy."
Metis: "They must be destroyed."
Zinda Tegram: "…Tim, I'm sorry. You were lied to."
Tim: "What'd you mean?"
Zinda Tegram: "You were used to try and start a fight with me and my people."
Abraham: "Oh yes. Destroyed. But by using due process. They'll hate that the most."
Spyboy leaves the connection the servers running, then takes Heggy and head back to the sickbay. He'd expect any surviving samples of the virus to be here.
Tim: "You mean those scaly-lookin' folk?"
[OOC] WC GM: Virus?
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah, I kind of control them. Listen I'm real sorry I thought you guys were soldiers."
Zinda Tegram: "We're gonna try and get you home but it might be hard, OK?"
[OOC] WC GM: If you mean what I think you mean, Zinda has the info on that, and the medbay won't have the data you're looking for.
[OOC] Spyboy: Gen-Select, presumably.
[OOC] WC GM: Ah. That virus isn't present.
Zinda Tegram frowns.
Zinda Tegram: "Abe…we've gotta get these people home."
Tim: "Well gosh, that's nice of you. Uh, can we go now?"
Spyboy: "To be clear, it's the NCOs and petty officers who were civilians placed as propaganda aids. I'd expect that the ratings were engineered for that purpose; the officers are full members of the conspiracy."
Zinda Tegram: "I'm sorry but not yet. You're technically prisoners of war for now, but as soon as we can get you there safely you'll be allowed to leave, OK?"
Abraham: "All right. If we give them a ship, are they in a fit shape to get home themselves or will they need to be escorted?"
Zinda Tegram: "For now, just behave alright?"
Tim: "Alright. Uh…" He points to one of the slitherers. "Think you could get me a date? She dress up nice?" The indicated slitherer is not even humanoid; Tim's barely-focused eyes strongly suggest it is the pheromones talking.
Zinda Tegram: "…Heh, I'll see what I can do."
Spyboy: "Honestly, right now I'd be somewhat surprised if they could get off the ship without help, sir."
Zinda Tegram locks the brig and sets a slither to bring food from the stores in a regular schedule.
Zinda Tegram: "I think they specifically recruited special needs people for this op."
Zinda Tegram starts examining the state of her recent capture. How nice is the ship?
Spyboy: "…That's a horrifying possibility."
[OOC] Spyboy: Also, how flyable is it? If Zinda engineered her slitherers into a nervous system, could she run it?
Abraham: "Do you think they need a /medial/ escort then?"
Zinda Tegram: "That may be wise, yes."
Zinda Tegram: "I'm worried however that any craft we attempt to use them to return home with will get shot up, however."
Spyboy: "Agreed."
The ship will need repairs, but mostly to its control systems.
Metis: "Then it may need a military escort."
Spyboy: "As it stands, their continued existence is a threat to the Black Lance."
Two hours, tops, if the Roland's technicians help out.
Zinda Tegram: "For now, I think we just…take care of them, until we can secure their safety on their route home."
Spyboy: "Once again, Zinda and I are in agreement. Which I believe means, Admiral, if you don't agree then you're a bad person?"
[OOC] Spyboy: Argh! Meant to /ooc that. Ah well. I'll live!
[OOC] Metis: Doesn't that verge on insubordination?
[OOC] Metis: I mean, you /will/ live, but…still. Rude.
Spyboy: "I'm sorry, sir, that was uncalled for. I'm just a bit thrown by this situation. I hadn't foreseen it at all, and it's taking me a bit to get my bearings."
Zinda Tegram finds an officer's body and starts brain diving.
Abraham: "It's okay, I understand the trauma of finding yourself in agreement with Zinda."
Metis: "Zinda is quite often right."
Metis: "Agreeing with her is natural."
Abraham: "Zinda is /occasionally partially correct/. That is not the same thing."
Abraham: "That said, her ideas often have the virtue of expedience."
Spyboy: "[Metis, can you help me? I'd like to produce a concise report of what happened here that we can spread through neucomm. The Admiral is right. It's the perfect counter to propaganda, since you can carry a lot more about *why* someone does something than with a video report.]"
Metis: "[Of course.]"
Metis: "[How broad a distribution do you want? 100% saturation?]"
Spyboy: "No signs of the Gen-Select virus here. Too bad. I was hoping we could find some physical evidence."
Zinda Tegram: "Abe their other fleets in our space are dummies."
Spyboy: "[Hard to say, especially since the number of humans with neucomm implants is at this time one.]"
Zinda Tegram: "We can take Chandley directly and lock them in."
Zinda Tegram: "I'd advise we take our new capture and the Roland and attack immediately."
Abraham sighs. "Of course they are. Look how the vicious bloodthirsty rebels slaughter the helpless fleets."
Zinda Tegram: "Have the XO alert the council. I'm setting a course to jump."
Spyboy: "Phew. My advise is to proceed immediately in towards the Commonwealth, sowing truth as we go. We're kinda hampered as it is, but we need our counterargument in place as fast as we can get it."
[OOC] WC GM: By which you mean, having the slitherers repair the carrier and then setting it to jump? That will take a few hours to repair.
Abraham: "I agree. Timing is everything in any battle, but especially against the 24-hour news cycle."
[OOC] Abraham: I'm gonna assume that's still a thing.
[OOC] WC GM: Though the Roland, and the rest of the fleet, can proceed as is. Except for the gunboats, which by now have been destroyed.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Yes.
[OOC] WC GM: 24-hour news cycle still exists, yes. Major news stories ordinarily spread at the speed of light, i.e. a few hours to cross each system, them relay-droned across a jump point. Contested jump points tend not to have such drones.
[OOC] Metis: Dang. I had plans for those gunboats.
[OOC] Spyboy: Not willing to bet that Chandley doesn't have relay drones at this time. Especially relay drones that will ignore any signals we send.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: The gunboats work. Most of the rest of the fleet doesn't.
[OOC] WC GM: Note: that's 24 hours within a sector. There are 10 jumps from Grissom to Sol, so they might not hear the news until tomorrow.
[OOC] WC GM: Again, using the established, known jump points.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: …Assuming we don't cut their heads off.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Timeskip?
[OOC] WC GM: What is the fleet doing?
[OOC] Spyboy: Headed for Chandley, I believe. Now, the question…where is the command crew going to be?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda's onboard the captive carrier
[OOC] Abraham: Containing the Dummy fleet. If nothing else, we can probably re-purpose it for… well… I would like a garden.
[OOC] WC GM: Fortunately, one of the supply ships practically is a garden - a traveling greenhouse.
[OOC] Spyboy: Sounds like Zinda's new troop-carrier.
[OOC] Metis: That idea should be terrifying.
[OOC] WC GM: So, entering Chandley once the extra carrier is repaired? If so, what is Zinda naming it?
[OOC] Abraham: Not really. More terrifying is not knowing where Zinda's troops are.
[OOC] Abraham: Mulch!
[OOC] Metis: You can be quite confident that Zinda's troops are where you don't want them to be.
[OOC] WC GM: So they're the anti-Visa?
[OOC] Metis: As they don't extend credit… yes!
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda has not yet named it.
[OOC] WC GM: Alright. Which ship goes through the jump point first?
[OOC] WC GM: And what precautions does it take?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda is disposable so let's go with the unnamed captive. She just fucking goes in with the old IFF broadcasting
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: No hesitation. No real concern over her own safety. Classic Zinda.
[OOC] Spyboy: Sounds like a plan. I'd say put the Roland's complement in the captive, ready to launch.
[OOC] Spyboy: With the PoWs on another transport where they can be taken care of.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Scramble the interceptors the second we get in system.
Zinda Tegram: "Crown, when we drop in you're going to go spy hunting, alright?"
Zinda Tegram: "Opposing propagandists will try to use our aggression to their advantage."
[OOC] Spyboy: Damn straight. Spyboy will go with the first wave, broadcasting our counterpropaganda, for all the good it will do in Chandley in particular.
CrownTwo: "Roger. Checking for cloaked ships."
[OOC] Spyboy: …There's no chance that- oooh.
Spyboy: "Admiral, is there any chance we can slip a cloaked ship through in the same transit as a recon drone?"
[OOC] Abraham: Science to calculate probabilities?
Spyboy: "That way we'd stand a chance of getting to the jump point to Destiny or Yeager before their propaganda ships jumped through."
[OOC] WC GM: No need: you know absolutely that you can do it.
Abraham: "Good idea. Do so, XO."
[OOC] WC GM: But only a small squadron at most.
[OOC] Abraham: Ima poet!
ExecutiveOfficer: "Sir, we don't have many cloaked ships."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Or…well, any."
Spyboy: "I'd say my ship and as much of Crown Squadron as we can manage. Those are the ships with cloaks and scan-jammers."
ExecutiveOfficer: "We would have to refit."
[OOC] Spyboy: …Or not. Hmm.
Zinda Tegram: "…Screw the cloak."
[OOC] Spyboy: Also, I meant cloak-spotting sensor packages.
Zinda Tegram: "Let me fly it exposed."
ExecutiveOfficer: "We can refit Spyboy's, yours, Crown Squadron, and the Sterne Lanze."
Abraham: "Okay, if I were a bad sneaky person. I would have my cloaked propaganda ships as close to the jump point as possible without being worried about being run over and ready the instant I think I'm discovered. So keep that in mind."
ExecutiveOfficer: "The rest of our fighters simply aren't compatible."
Spyboy: "How long would it take? It may not be worth delaying the fleet. Their propaganda ships may just jump the instant this one opens, no matter what comes out."
Zinda Tegram: "Don't waste time to do that."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Wouldn't they need something to jump with?"
Zinda Tegram: "Like I said. I can intercept. Just attach the grapple."
Spyboy: "Zinda, I don't care how good a pilot you are, you can't outfly the light coming from your own ship."
Zinda Tegram sticks a radio in a slither to command pheromones remotely and makes her way to the captive's hangar.
Spyboy: "If we don't have cloaks, we'll never get close enough to the propaganda ship to intercept at all."
Spyboy: "Roland, estimate time for the refit?"
ExecutiveOfficer: "He's right. To have any chance at a strike you'll need to cross Chandley cloaked."
Zinda Tegram: "Chandley will hardly be defended."
Zinda Tegram: "Trust me. They're not expecting us."
[OOC] Spyboy: It doesn't HAVE TO BE.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Call it…ninety minutes. Shall I get that started now?"
Zinda Tegram: "…Fine. Just hurry up."
Zinda Tegram: "We're still working over here."
Spyboy: "Admiral, your call. Cloaked commando strike to try to stop their propaganda, or we just move in with the fleet immediately."
Zinda Tegram: "…Propaganda can be dealt with. I want their fleet."
Zinda Tegram checks the range on the captive's main gun.
Zinda Tegram: "I'm going in."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Sir, given the odds I'd recommend splitting the strikes: Crown Squadron to one jump point, and Spyboy, you, and Zinda to the other."
Zinda Tegram starts spooling the captive's jump drive.
Spyboy: "I don't know if Zinda is going along with this plan. I think she's beginning the assault."
The captive carrier's main guns are not very long range: defensive armarments, mainly.
Spyboy: "…And I don't know if she particular wants to stop us from going to full-scale war with the Commonwealth."
Zinda Tegram: "Maybe a missile…?"
Zinda Tegram frowns.
Zinda Tegram: "Well, let's see what the range when I head in is."
Zinda Tegram jumps.
[OOC] Spyboy: Welp. So much for Abraham deciding which plan we're going with.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda needs an aspect. "Too damn hasty"
The jump point opens…
[OOC] Spyboy: How much prep did we manage before Zinda jumped? Are the prisoners still on board? Is Spyboy still onboard? Did we move the fighters over?
[OOC] WC GM: The prisoners have been offboarded. Spyboy is where you say he is. There are some but not all fighters on the captive carrier.
The jump point FLARES…
ExecutiveOfficer: "Aw, no."
[OOC] Metis: Doesn't Zinda have the aspect "Zinda"?
Zinda Tegram: "…?"
[OOC] Abraham: And that, children, is why 'Zinda' is a curse word in every known language.
Nephilim: "[The servants of the Abrahim return! We did not know what to do with those who oppose the servants.]"
[OOC] Spyboy: Nope. But I would recommend replacing 'In Alfred's Memory' at this point…'I've Learned From the Mistake of Patience,' perhaps?
Spyboy: "[Oh, boy.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Oh…K]"
Nephilim: "[They proved most eager to encounter more of our kind.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[…Did that ship get through?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Do not let them back to the homeworlds please.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[They'll, uh, create more Wenser. Or something.]"
Spyboy: "[It didn't go to our homeworlds.]"
Spyboy: "[…It went to theirs.]"
Nephilim: "[We are opening the portal now.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[…Do not let them return to the human homeworlds. They would see us all dead.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Under any circumstances.]"
[OOC] Spyboy: If we're going with 'Zinda took a FP compel to go off early,' then I'd say we'll leave Spyboy on the carrier without his ship.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: That's how Zinda's positioning herself.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Sensor relays from Zinda's carrier coming on screen now."
Zinda Tegram: "#$%#$%^#$%^#$^"
ExecutiveOfficer: "Reading multiple jumps inbound."
Zinda Tegram cusses. A lot.
[OOC] Abraham: So she's saying her name a lot?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Hahaha maybe.
[OOC] Abraham: Or possibly 'me'.
Zinda Tegram: "$I can't fucking believe this….$"
A map of Chandley comes on screen, with four dots and a central nimbus of activity - a wormhole forming. The four dots are the jump points; on one side, Zinda's carrier emerges, a lone green dot.
Spyboy: "$You can't? I totally can.$"
Spyboy: "$Nothing would be more annoying right now, after all.$"
On the other side, two large swarms of red emerge from two dots, growing by the minute.
Fortunately, neither green nor red is near the center yet.
[OOC] Spyboy: Yeager and Destiny, I assume?
[OOC] WC GM: Yep.
Spyboy: "[Terran fleet incoming. Wormhole formation well under way.]"
Spyboy: "[Metis, please relay. Admiral, even if we'd had the cloaks ready, there apparently was exactly zero time for the plan to work.]"
Metis: "Michael wishes to convey that there was inadequate time to perform the plan, even were the cloaks prepared."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Copy th-"
ExecutiveOfficer: "…getting incoming signal, nonstandard frequency."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Iii think you're going to want to hear this for yourself."
Spyboy: "[And I'd figure the chance that the Nephilim are going to come pouring out of that wormhole is very strong.]"
Zinda Tegram starts checking the status of the opposing fleet.
ChantingNephilim: "A BRA HIM! A BRA HIM! A BRA HIM!"
Abraham: "Yeah. I get that. Thank you Metis."
The opposing fleet is rallying, and beginning to head for the wormhole.
[OOC] Abraham: "Zinda."

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