Sojin Whitehawk, UE Colonel
Commander of Battlegroup Echo
Call sign: Merlin
(/b)UES Rhodes-United Earth Carrier-Flagship of Battlegroup Echo(/b)
Armaments:
4 Blaze turrets
2 missile launchers (20 missiles)
Fighter Bay with 5 UE fighters
Manuverabilty upgraded by 40 degrees
Battlegroup Echo Fleet:
Twelve UE destroyers
Eight UE Carriers
85 UE fighters
Sojin stood on the level above the hanger deck, overlooking things. He was dressed in the regular uniform worn by a high-ranked officer, that of a colonel; medals bedecked it, showing his many acomplishments against those gnats called renegades to the south. Personly, the uniform bugged the hell out of him, not so much the clothes but the medals; sure he was proud of them, but the only thing worth showing were the golden wings pendant he wore around his neck, denoating him as a fighter pilot. He had fought such in the renegade threats against Huron and it had been grand.
Yet Sojin wasn't here to dwell on the past but to check on the status of his squadron. The wing commander had said it was exellent and in above average quality. This suited the colonel just fine, considering their present situation. For some reason, the high ups back at Knox wanted his fleet to leave the southern borders to relocate along the Eastern front. There was nothing out there beyond rumors and such of an mysterious alien race. Rumors no more; Sojin was one who took things not at face value but from actual proof. Bakka colony may have been proof but it was unreliable in the least. Yet Intel just shut this one up, telling Sojin that he should do as ordered.
Whitehawk tapped the padd he had and placed it on the shelf behind him. Just as he was about to descend to the hangar floor, his wristlink beeped. Letting out a small Huron curse he tapped it and said, "This is Colonel Whitehawk, go."
The voice of his first officer, one Major Will Drake, spoke up. "Sorry to disturb you in your offtime sir, but we just got a signal from Paris. It's a level ten channel and for you alone sir. Should I handle it, sir..."
"Negative, Major. I'll be there in a moment's notice; just don't respond." With that, Sojin cut the link and headed into the transport lift and ordered for the bridge. The lift shot up and arrived within a moment and opened to reveal the bridge of his ship, the Rhodes. She was a carrier and flagship of some 20 warships and 85 fighters, all fully armed and capable. At the age of 29, Sojin was one of the few to attain the rank of Colonel, but it came with skills and grace from the Acaddmy at Knox.
He looked at his XO, who was sitting in the command chair as it was his shift; the major started to rise, but Sojin motined him down. He turned to his comm. officer and said, "Transfer the call to my ready room. ASAP." Before the comm. could respond, the colonel had left the bridge and into his adjoining ready room. The veiw of the stars through the veiw port was amazing in the showing of the stars, but right now this didn't intrest him. Sojin reached his desk and spun the deskcomputer around, hiting the console to activate it. It came on to reveal a face that Sojin knew quite well. It was Sol Commander Jackson, newly elevated to the rank.
"Jackson, this is a surprise indeed. What can I do for you, old friend?" Sojin caught onto the Sol Commander's face and saw that he had something serious to say.
"Sojin, it is great to see you, but unfortunately this is no personal call. I assumed you've been briefed on why you were sent from the Renegade front to the Frontier. As you know, one Commander REDChigh took on and defeated alien ships called Voinians; he also towed back a frigate as well. Enough of for that now though. The reason why I called you is because you are the closest fleet near Pax, one jump by UE records. Long range probes have detected a jump route from there leading to another system, and we want you to send a patrol to that system."
Sojin nodded and replied, "I'll send a fighter squadron to patrol the area for 18 hours before recalling them. I'll have Major Drake..."
He was cut off by Jackson. "Negative, Colonel. Will may be a good officer but he's now pilot and you are better then any other in your fleet; perhaps that's why Intel put you on a carrier, so that you could oversee the training of pilots. Anyways, you know the every turn of a fighter and how she works, Sojin. That's why I want you to take this mission personally. I'll trust you'll do the right thing, old friend. Sol Commander out." The screen went black as the symbol of the United Earth showed up.
Sojin fell into a chair and shook his head. This was going to be a tough week, indeed. "Where the hell did I put that scocth..."
"Merlin you are clear for launch. Have a safe journey Colonel and God speed." The voice of Rhodes DC came through loud and clear over the fighter's comsystem. Sojin hadn't flown in his fighter in some time, although he remembered it just well. Behind the cockpit was the small personal area of a bed and such. The cockpit was just right for a single pilot and comfortable as well. "Roger, DC. This is Merlin going hot."
The fighter bursted from the bay and into the vastness of space. For about half a kilo, he flew alone and executing manuvers thought to have been unthinkable. Soon a squadron of seven fighters moved in besides and behind him. The patrol was about to begin. With an order, the engines of the fighters glowed and they reached a safe distance. Soon a jump point opened and the fighters were gone from veiw.
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