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his green friend would even be able to get another word out. Anya spotted this too. She stepped up next to her Commander, now Captain, and raised her fist to the sky.
"We do this today because it's right – we do this to free the Protectorate!" She bellowed.
"Free the Protectorate! Free the Protectorate!" echoed captains and crews alike on all forty six ships.
Except for Trex, who merely nodded his head in approval, bowing to the cry of his own personal war.
Jaxx penguin-walked to his place in front of the captain’s chair before speaking, "Ensign, how long before we’re in a position to engage the enemy?"
The young man pivoted to look at his Commander, now the acting Captain of the Protectorate Warbird Razor. "Were almost at the twenty minute mark Sir, er Captain," he corrected.
“It’s okay Ensign. Caspia Jones is still the captain of the Razor as long as she lives, and as far as I’m concerned she’s alive and kicking some Novokin ass somewhere, right now.”
The ensign dropped his eyes to the floor and nodded in agreement.
Jaxx tried to situate himself into Caspia’s chair, his two large pod sacks making it difficult to maneuver into the diminutive chair. He sighed, then gathered himself up and addressed the fleet ships. "Captains, break off into your assigned groups. Be prepared to attack the second we drop out of hyperspace."
One by one each captain saluted and their image flickered off the screen. Captain Jaxx turned to Lieutenant Cobbs at communications. "Keep all channels open Lieutenant. Monitor fleet transmissions as well as all Novokin signals. I don't want anybody being squeezed off or outgunned," he ordered.
"Yes Captain," the Lieutenant answered, his skilled hands already responding to the command.
They engaged the hyperdrive, and space began to bend around them. Jaxx stood defiantly in front of the far too small captain’s chair. A large puddle of water began to collect around his feet.
"Jaxx," Trex called out. "My friend, you are raining."
Jaxx narrowed his eyes quizzically at Trex, still holding tight from his performance. He then craned his head down toward the floor.
"Oh skeck," he cried out, "my waters broke."
Chapter 8
As the latest acting Captain of the Warbird Razor in as many days, Trex should have taken his rightful place in the center of the bridge. Regardless of the extreme effort it would take to wedge himself into his beloved’s tiny chair, he simply could not bring himself to even be near it without her there. Doing so would be too much like giving up. Even just looking at the empty space gnawed at his soul.
Captain Jaxx had been taken to the Arboretum, where he would hopefully give birth to two healthy babies today. He’d asked Trex to stand in for him. At first the large golden warrior from another galaxy declined, fervently asserting that Anya would make a better choice as she was rightfully the next ranking officer and has been a citizen of the United Worlds Protectorate. True to her passion, the half Duskanite-half Terran argued her expertise would be needed to keep the ship together during the majority of the forthcoming battle. So with a heavy heart, Trex agreed to step in.
There had been no contention from Caspia's crew. They were more than pleased to follow this alien who they all knew was well-versed in the tactics, strengths and weaknesses of the dreaded Novokin Alliance. One they knew hated the Alliance as much as them.
It had been expected that he address the fleet. "While I am not Protectorate, I share your disdain for the Novokin Alliance, and your hate for their actions. I was there for the destruction of the Kalemta people in the mining colony. I understand some of you were there for the destruction of the Ansailian Moon, several days before that.” An angry squawk came from a small blue captain on one of the freighter ships. “I also witnessed the aftermath on my own world. My friends and family, my species destroyed in the same