Wing Commander Page #4

Fifteen seconds to jump point.

Watch. Oh, this is great.

Aft shields overloading.

Just you and me. Hold on.

Ohh!

Uhh!

- Ohh!

- Uhh!

Ha ha ha ha! Yeah!

You OK? You all right?

Where are we?

Ladies and gentlemen...

welcome to the Ulysses corridor.

We're through the jump point.

We made it.

Mr. Obutu.

Stealth mode, if you please.

Going to stealth.

Seven percent

electronic emission...

zero communication.

Radar status.

Scanners picking up a strong

electromagnetic signature...

at one-eleven mark forty-three.

An asteroidfield.

- Lieutenant Commander.

- Yes, sir.

Prepare a reconnoiter.

I want to know what's out there.

And, Deveraux...

I don't want them to know

that we're here.

Not yet.

Very good, sir.

Scanning quadrant.

Lieutenant, I'm picking up

metalfragments ahead.

Alloy structure indicates

from a Confederation vessel.

Angel, you catch that?

That's from Pegasus.

Ten thousand men and women...

gone...

just like that.

The concussion must've blown

pieces of the station...

all over the sector.

Warning. ENM emissions.

- Pipe down.

- Two-one-six.

- Getting something.

- Analyzing.

Possible I.D. Kilrathi...

Radio silence now.

Get into the asteroids.

Low power.

They know we're here?

Possibly.

From the sophistication

of the equipment onboard...

I'd say the vessel is a command

and communications module.

What's it commanding?

At least six other ships

down near the Brown Dwarf...

are communicating with it.

It seems to be transmitting

jump coordinates.

Angel, they've spotted

your heat corona!

I've got two more bogeys

comin' in hot, six o'clock!

Can't spot them, Blair. Call it.

Jack in the box

on three. One...

two... three!

Missile away!

The big one's shielded!

I got two more bogeys

comin' up from the Brown Dwarf!

Engaging!

Negative. I count

fourteen unfriendlies inbound.

Looks like two destroyers.

We're out of here.

You knew what the orders were...

no contact with the enemy.

Now you've compromised

the mission...

and the very existence

of this ship.

I had no choice, sir.

They'd spotted...

Lieutenant Commander

Deveraux's heat signature.

Really?

Angel, how sure are you...

that the Kilrathi

had you targeted?

Given the Lieutenant's

background...

are you really that certain?

Excuse me?

It's well documented

that Pilgrim saboteurs...

have been responsible...

for much of the Confed's

problems in this war.

Did they have me targeted,

Lieutenant?

Now, come on.

This is sterile conjecture.

The Kilrathi are well aware...

that rapiers

don't justfly around...

in deep space

without a carrier close by.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

That is all.

- Sir...

- Dismissed, Lieutenant.

Your assessment, Mr. Gerald?

That concom

is running point...

for the battle group.

Theirfleet won't be far behind.

So I say we send them a message.

I can have my fighters up

in thirty minutes.

No, no. That's a mistake.

Without herfighters...

the Tiger Claw's vulnerable.

You are

a civilian scout, Mr. Taggart...

not a naval officer.

Tactical operations

are our concern.

We are the Earth's only hope.

We need to buy ourfleet

two hours.

And you're willing

to risk all that...

chasing after

a communications ship?

I'm sorry, Mr. Taggart.

Destroying the concom

with its escorts...

will slow the Kilrathi.

Deveraux will lead

a strike force.

And as you have charted

the area before...

you will accompany her.

If you say so, Captain.

I do say so, Mr. Taggart.

- Carry on.

- Yes, sir.

Mr. Obutu.

Plot a course...

for the rings

of planetfour-fifteen.

Four-fifteen. Aye, aye, sir.

I need to talk to you.

- You don't just barge in here.

- Here.

I wear itfor luck.

Is your luck at odds

with our mission?

You think he's right?

Gerald?

In his mind, I started

selling out the Tiger Claw...

the moment I stepped onboard!

I don't see

how you can be a Pilgrim...

andfight on our side.

I'm not a Pilgrim!

My mother was.

My father

foughtfor the Confederation.

And they both died

before I was five.

He was killed

trying to save her...

in the Peron massacre.

That cross is all I have.

Sit down, Lieutenant.

Why do you think

they call me Angel?

I grew up in an orphanage.

Yeah, my parents died

in the same war as yours.

My sisters told me they

were angels gone to heaven...

so I prayedfor them.

They weren't angels.

They were dead, gone.

They never existed.

Like Bossman?

Emotion gets in the way.

Commander, emotion

is what separates us...

from the Pilgrims

andfrom the Kilrathi.

Lieutenant Commander

Chen was... was...

Bossman and I got close.

In fact, we got too close.

Then he got himself killed.

I better suit up.

We're square, you and I.

You saved my hide today.

Come on, Maniac.

Fire it up one more time.

No, no, no, no.

I think the big Maniac

needs time to refuel.

Don't I take care of you?

That's a big "yes, sir".

So what about my needs?

Well, I'm all about

your needs, sir.

Really?

Yeah,

and right now you need...

to shut up

and go to sleep, woman.

You know,

you make it all worth it.

Make what worth it?

Coming way out here to fight.

Leaving everything I love

back at home.

Remember the briefing.

By the time you return...

everyone you know

will be dead and buried.

Yeah, well...

you know what?

I don't care about any of that.

Attention,

all Baker wing pilots...

report to the flight deck.

Repeat, all Baker wing pilots

report to the flight deck.

Oh, sh*t.

This war is really starting

to piss me off.

Big time.

Ha. Let's go.

All right, ladies, listen up.

We have a concom with escorts.

That means two,

possibly three destroyers...

fighters, and support ships.

Primary target is the concom.

Everything else is gravy.

Just keep your mind

on the Kilrathi, Maniac.

Let's make them bleed.

Mount up.

Blair,

you'll take Hunter's wing.

Watch your back.

Ma'am, I'd as soon

you assign me another wingman.

You have a problem

I should be aware of?

Yes, ma'am, I do.

I don'tfly with Pilgrims.

You'llfly my wing.

Are you sure?

Did I give

a suggestion or an order?

I got your wing, ma'am.

Picking up

any com traffic, Baker Seven?

No.

Must be observing

radio silence...

exceptfor

short range frequencies.

Baker Two, Three, and Four...

anything?

Negative, chief.

Nothing happening, boss.

Scope's clear, boss.

Possible hostile contacts...

bearing three-zero-nine,

local vector norton.

All right, you losers,

listen up.

I got three confirmed targets...

bugging that big Brown Dwarf

down there.

Confirm that.

The middle one has a massive

electromagnetic signature.

All right, ladies,

it's the concom.

Deploy for attack.

That's no concom. Abort!

Baker Seven,

you have no authority...

over this mission

or its personnel.

Forget it, Baker One.

These are supply ships

left behind...

by the Kilrathi battle group.

The Tiger Claw is in danger.

You are a civilian scout.

Commander, I'm not a civilian.

I hold the rank of Commodore

in naval intelligence...

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