Sequel to Serendipity
The Serendipity dropped out of hyperspace into the Bloodstone system. It had been a quiet journey despite a pirate craft skimming by in the Nesre Primus system. Or maybe it was the rebels. Hard to tell the difference. All Dobbs knew was that the Federation government branded them one and the same - criminals. For a law-abiding man, such as the captain, that was enough. Regardless, a Federation Destroyer dealt with the pirates before they even saw the Terrapin, which was well on its way to the next system.
It also became apparent that the crew was getting a little stir crazy. Constantly rubbing shoulders with the same people day-in and day-out can wear thin on anyone's nerves. When Ace was aboard the transport, he set Kimberly off like a hissing cat, her hair almost standing on end in his presence. In stark contrast, she got along fabulously with Adam, who in turn was ambivalent towards Jake. Dobbs sat back and watched with mild disinterest, otherwise keeping to himself.
All-in-all, they got to Bloodstone in one piece, only to see a rebel task force engaging a Federation battle group above the skies of Honor. Dobbs sputtered something out, which was complemented by Adam whistling under his breath.
Somewhere in the next room over, Jake yelled something to the effect of, "What's going on?" The ship rocked when a stray Hellhound missile blew up too close for comfort. The captain's sputtering turned to an oath and an order to get the ship to safety. Pilot jumping to the task with gusto, the ship spun around and began moving off. It felt like it was inching along, and the captain railed against it, cursing the laggardness of its travel. "If they were gunning for us, we'd be dead by now! MOVE!" While not the best commanding officer, he sure had a strong sense of self-survival. Adam flippantly thought it had something to do with dead men not being able to make or spend money.
Soon, though, they were clear of the area where stray shots would hit them. Adam untensed, and the captain quieted. Jake came up to the bridge, Irish bounce in his step. The Viper on their wing was, funnily enough, keeping the Terrapin between it and the action. Kimberly graced the bridge with her presence, grease stain marring her smooth face. They watched on in silent spectacle as the Rebel ships, though outnumbered, gained the upperhand. Soon, a field of debris was all that was left of the Federation forces, and a battered force of green ships flew to Honor and entered the atmosphere.
Dobbs rubbed his chin. "Something's wrong here..."