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\u201cWe\u2019ll be leaving in two days.\u201d I sent her the warning order as well as the fleet deployment orders. \u201cIf they aren\u2019t back by then, they will have to meet us in the Tobacia system.\u201d She nodded. \u201cI\u2019ll send the courier to collect them now.\u201d OceanofPDF.com he deployment of our squadron was simple: Scout would lead us into FTL. Jumping in first, keeping herself in stealth, she would scan the system using her superior scanning and detection equipment as an early warning system for the rest of the squadron as they entered a new system from FTL.<\/p>\n

Initial communication would be conducted via laser comms, which are far less likely to be intercepted or overheard. SOP was that when emerging from FTL, it would be done at general quarters, ready to handle unknown threats. Gryphon and Conestoga would emerge virtually at the same time, two thousand meters apart. Upon emergence, they would both launch all drones as our fighter escort and overwatch. At the same time, Scout would send a SITREP to the fleet.<\/p>\n

\u201cFTL emergence in two minutes,\u201d Gryphon announced. I watched from the Combat Information Center (CIC) and not on the bridge, so as not to interfere with Captain Nellis commanding the Gryphon. I would command the fleet from here. At the moment, I had no staff to man the CIC stations, but I had Mike, so I didn\u2019t need anyone else. \u201cEmergence in five, four, three, two, one, emergence,\u201d Gryphon counted down.<\/p>\n

\u201cLaunch all drones,\u201d I gave the order. \u201cAll drones launched,\u201d Mike reported. \u201cAssuming overwatch. SITREP from Scout received, all clear.\u201d \u201cHave Scout move toward the debris field. Fleet to proceed toward debris field at one-quarter flank speed. Secure from general quarters.\u201d \u201cOne-quarter flank, aye. Securing from general quarters, aye,\u201d Mike replied. The Tobacia system was a twelve-planet system rich in space minerals in the form of asteroid fields and mineable moons. Two of the planets were in the habitable zone.<\/p>\n

Oddly, there was no asteroid or moon mining going on. The only reason I could think of for this was that the war had destroyed the infrastructure needed to space mine. But that war ended ten years ago. \u201cWhen we reach this side of the debris field, launch the harvester and begin harvesting operations. Gryphon and Conestoga will provide overwatch and security. Once harvesting has begun, Gryphon and Conestoga can begin running crew and ship drills.\u201d \u201cUnderstood,\u201d Mike replied. \u201cInform Mr. Bennet that he may continue upgrading the drone fighters to the new design.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDone.\u201d * * * \u201cI\u2019ve made an interesting discovery,\u201d Mike said. \u201cAnd what would that be?\u201d<\/p>\n

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Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. OceanofPDF.com SYNOPSIS My name is Jimothy Van Done, or that\u2019s what the orphanage birth certificate says. Jimothy. I hate that name. I bet some lazy clerk misspelled Timothy. Anyway, that\u2019s just one of many things I hated about my life, but there was very little I could do about it.<\/p>\n

The corporate orphanage owned us. They housed, fed, clothed, and educated us. If you were smart enough, they gave you specialized training. If you did well in those classes, you were sold to corporations to continue your training and were put to work maintaining corporate equipment. I will admit that I had it better than some others, but I studied hard and worked hard to succeed.<\/p>\n

Then I found out the game was rigged. The corporation never had any intentions of letting any of us leave their employ. I was a tier-one asset, which was just another word for slave. I wasn\u2019t sure how, but someday I would figure out a way to escape. My opportunity came unexpectedly when I went on an off-book job for one of my monitors.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d gotten deep in debt with the wrong people, and to pay his debt, I had to do a job. The job was to repair a malfunctioning autodoc. No big deal, I repaired equipment like this all the time. However, this was the first time a sentient nanite AI was involved. They were trying to steal the AI, and he was blocking access to the autodoc he was in.<\/p>\n

Well, as they say, it\u2019s all fun and games until an eye gets poked out. Or, in my case, a firefight breaks out, where I was shot three times. I woke up in a ventilation shaft, in bloody clothes, with a nanite AI who had taken up residence inside me. To add insult to injury, the corporation would do anything, or kill anyone they had to, to get the AI back.<\/p>\n

Yeah, my life just keeps getting better and better. OceanofPDF.com T CHAPTER 1 he whole orphanage school was gathered in the gym for an assembly. The teachers and monitors seated us by class under the headmaster\u2019s watchful eye.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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