"Admiral, the ship is set for launch and we've already mapped out a safe jump route. The co-ordinates are printed in my latest report."
"Perfect. Have the technicians ready to seal off the bay, and suit up."
"Yes, sir, right away sir."
The assistant saluted the man, Admiral Dern, before walking off. The Admiral stood on a perch overlooking the dock, and inside the dock, a tremendous Colonial Cruiser, belonging to none other then the former Imperial Covenant. The Admiral smiled. Not a single man but those whom he trusted knew of his scheme.
"Sir."
The Admiral lifted a finger to his ear. "What is it, Ire?"
"The techs are in position and ready."
"Understood. Have the men begin boarding immediately, and load the supplies."
"Yes, Admiral."
Overhead, the same voice could be heard on the intercoms, "We've just received the order, gentlemen. Load up and board the cruiser, A.S.A.P., or be left behind." All over, cheers could be heard, while others were confused by the announcement. A man approached the Admiral.
"Admiral, was that your order, sir?" he asked.
"It was, soldier. Are you to question my judgement?" he responded, turning to the man.
"Sir, your order has received no verification from the high ups, and is in viol-" the man is cut short by the Admiral, who had begun to draw his pistol. He placed the barrel on the soft skin beneath the chin, and the soldier's eyes were filled with fear. The admiral simply smiled, and squeezed the trigger.
"I no longer serve under Conservatia's orders." he said, holstering his pistol and resuming his peaceful watch on the ship.
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