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space station. We’re all gonna try to make a run towards the hyper limit.” She turned her attention to the room and shouted, “Everyone! Get out of here! That’s an order! Any evacuation shuttles that make it to the hyper limit is to head towards Betelgeuse at maximum speed. Lieutenant Seetch?”
    “Yes, ma’am?” he answered as his dust and soot covered face turned her way.
    “Take the remaining five thousand missiles and attack the alien warships. However, do not use the preexisting priority targeting orders. Try to ram as many of those missiles onto a single enemy warship...as many as possible. We know for a fact that fifty missiles per enemy ship won’t do any damage past their shields, so try two hundred or three hundred per alien ship. Let’s try to take out as many of their ships as possible, however few that might be.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Admiral, what do I tell CAG to say to the fighters that are heading towards them, right now?” Browder asked.
    “Tell them—good luck, may God be with you. Full withdrawal. Any fighter that can make it to a hyper capable ship should do so. “
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Out! Everyone, out! Get to the evacuation shuttles!” Vier yelled.
    The evacuation alarms suddenly sounded. Lieutenant Browder’s overworked voice filled the entire space station. “Priority A Evacuation procedures! Priority A Evacuation procedures!”
    The entire room thundered with sound as officers and ratings abandoned their posts and headed towards the exits. The commotion brought a mixture of bittersweet feeling to Vier. She had learned to love this command center, for she had been the sole controller of it for the past year. Now, she would probably never see it again. She eyed the 3D displays all across the room, the fires, and the crewmen helping injured crewmen get out.
    Goodbye...
    Despite all the commotion, the ash-faced Vier limped over to where her friend Shenks lay on a stretcher.
    The medical staff still surrounded him, but one of the nurses respectfully gave way to her presence.
    “Well, Anton,” Vier said, looking down at her barely conscious friend. “Looks like it’s just you and me and the rest of the universe, again. We’re gonna make a run for it. We’ll make it out of this alive and in one piece, we will, like always...”
     
    Human Drop Fighter 22, Wing A
    Cockpit…
     
    “Good luck, everyone. Make it out alive. The admiral wishes you all the best of luck and may God be on your side. Michio out.”
    “You hear that, D?” Brigum tried to cheer up his copilot. The cockpit’s flashing instruments and displays were all that separated him and his love interest. “CAG has called off the attack. We’re not going to die after all. We’re going to make a run for it.”
    “I’m too—drunk to see the good either way,” Darcy’s slurred voice replied back in his helmet. “Should I be relieved?”
    Brigum laughed. “Well, if there’s any way to die, it’s best to be drunk.”
    “You drunk five beers, too. I got you to do that. I’m quite proud of it. Changing course, 327 mark 215. Happy?”
    “Gorgeous,” Brigum mouthed.
    “What?”
    “Let’s see... Those aliens are firing some type of anti-fighter countermeasure at us. It’s like a miniature ship-killer missile but it’s not. Sensors can’t make heads or tails of it. There you go! One of those alien warships fired another one. Another.”
    “Who they aiming for?”
    “I can’t tell for sure. Distances between our fighters are too small. It could be any of us...or all of us. I don’t know what these missiles can do.”
    “We’ve got the state-of-the-art ECM suite.”
    “Nothing’s state of art when facing aliens with God-like technology, babe.”
    Darcy was silent for a while. The silence in the cockpit made it nauseating. “Who’s coming with us, Brim?”
    “About twenty other fighters are also heading in our direction. That slow moving freighter you picked that’s about to hyperlight