Time passed quickly. It was not long before the USS Hathor hooked up with the
convoy.
"Lasiter to Kitanya. We just recieved a line of sight, beamed communication.
It would appear as if a Klingon ship has joined the convoy cloaked. Shall I
reply, sir?"
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******* A few hours later *******
The Special Operations crew were doing their thing, relaxing, preparing
mentally for the job ahead. Some were sparing, polishing up a few techniques
that they felt that needed improvement.
All of the fun and waiting was suddenly over.
"General Quarters, General Quarters. All Hands man your battle stations.
This is not a drill. Convoy is under attack." came a tensed voice from the
bridge to all decks, seconds before the red alert klaxon went off.
It was time...
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