Allison and her team took up defensive positions covering both entrances to the ritual room.  Whatever decided to show up was in for a bad day, possessed sentient, demon, or Bhiras.  Her entire team save the single human not in some form of power armor was armed with heavy bolter assault rifles equipped with armor piercing shredder rounds with ammo for days.  She hadn’t skimped on hardware for this mission.  Callum called out.


    “First group away!”


    He called out the second and third group as they were transported away.  At this point the chaos started.  Everyone tensed when they heard heavy footsteps coming in their direction.  A squad of black armored Bhiras appeared in the doorway leading away from the hanger bay.  Allison didn’t hesitate when she saw the first hint of green skin.  Her team followed her lead.  There was a mist of red blood as the first wave of defenders were obliterated by a torrent of bolts.  Those that had made it through the door were pinned to the wall and the rest were just shredded body parts.  Another two squads of Bhiras tried to breach the door with force.  They suffered a similar fate to the first.


    Apparently, they decided that continuing that tactic was doomed to failure.  The ritual room had been designed as a defensible position deliberately.  Allison and her team were skilled enough to take full advantage of the built in features.   The next wave was a group of twisted possessed sentients.  The only real difference was the red mist created by their bolters was accompanied by flashes of red light as the demons were forced back to whatever vile place had spawned them.  There was a break again and Alpha team reloaded their weapons.  The Bhiras tried again on Bravo team’s side.  The results were the same.  A few stray energy blasts managed glancing blows against the team’s armor, but no one was injured.  Callum called out.


    “Group four away!”


    Allison called out.


    “Give group five covering fire while they get into position.”


    Alpha and Bravo teams unleashed a withering barrage of bolter fire towards both entrances.  The few Bhiras that tried to take shots at the unarmored Commonwealth survivors paid for their hubris with their lives.   Callum called out.


    “Group Five away!”


    The door covered by Allison’s team had activity, this time it was full on corporeal demons, flaming hell hounds they were being ordered around by a humanoid demon with six arms and flaming hair.  It had a dog like snout.  He called out in the demonic language only Allison understood.


    “Your pathetic weapons can’t harm us mortals!”


    Allison and her squad unleashed another torrent of bolts, blessed by the Dark Mother.  The demons screeched as they burst into puffs of black mist.  Allison gave a small laugh, but her mirth was short lived as a lucky shot took out two of the transporter beacons.  Callum rushed towards them but the look on his face told her that they were a lost cause.  The Bhiras who’d gotten the lucky shot’s head exploded with an expert shot from Georgia Lance.  Allison frowned.


    “Bravo team, get the rest of the survivors to the Wraith, Smith, Lance, Sister Kline go with them.  We’ll distract them.”


    Lance shook her head.


    “With all due respect, your highness, no.”


    Allison frowned.  She knew where they needed to go based on the pain in her gut and where it was coming from, and it wasn’t going to be where a vampire should be.


    “The target is on the small sphere closest to the stars.  If your armor gets damaged, you’re ash.  Head back to the transport.”


    Thomas put his hand on Georgia’s shoulder.


    “You did enough.”


    Callum called out and had something in his hand.


    “Lassie, I had a spot of inspiration while we were heading here, I have a feeling this was for you.”


    Allison looked down at the makeshift contraption.  It was a modified Commonwealth communicator.


    “What is it.”


    He smiled.


    “It should be a transporter beacon that can cut through the interference.”


    Allison shrugged and slid it under her armor.  The Commonwealth ship’s captain who had demanded to be one of the last to leave grabbed Allison’s arm.


    “You need to come with us, you’re just a kid, what are three of you going to do against billions?”


    The large black demon with chains that had previously left came storming in at this point.  Allison just smiled and said.


    “We’re going to show them who the real monsters are, now go!”


    The survivors stumbled towards the door as the two wolf-born suddenly shifted and grew to towering heights their wicked claws and teeth gleamed in the red lighting of the ritual chamber as if they had just tasted blood.  Thomas was the quickest to the draw.  The archdemon, who by all intents and purposes should have been a match for Thomas stumbled backwards and screeched when he realized their ancient enemies had finally tracked them down.  It sealed the door, but that was little barrier to a rampaging werewolf.  Thomas ripped the metal doorway like it was made of tinfoil.   Widow followed him.  Allison popped the clip from her bolter and replaced it with a fresh one before heading after the pair.


    Allison didn’t have to do much.  Between the two werewolves who would regenerate any wound instantly if it was not inflicted by a silver weapon, or supernatural source there was a path of carnage leading away from the ritual chamber.  The Bhiras did not seem to have any silver weapons and their demonic allies did not seem eager to face the ancient foes of their nightmares come to life.  Allison watched as the two wolf-born, now unleashed ripped anything and everything in their path to shreds, demon, bulkhead or Bhiras alike.  Each member of this little group could sense the source of this vileness, and none needed guidance to the target.  They reached what appeared to be the transport node to other spheres.  Each was shocked to see familiar twin black-furred werewolves with silver highlights fighting a seemingly endless stream of possessed sentients and Bhiras.  Veronica was shredding any that came her way with a silvery sword that shimmered as if made of pure spirit energy her fangs were out and she was whirl of death.  Widow and Thomas joined the twins.  Allison rushed towards Veronica.


    “You were told to stay at the ship!”


    The teenage clone of Enid’s biological mother shot a Bhiras with her bolter pistol.


    “We’re bad at doing what we’re told.  One of your guys figured out the transport hubs.  We were trying to reach you but then everything was suddenly chaos whatever these things are were everywhere!  We figured we could buy you some time.  Big black demon got through.  I saw the code it used clipped it, but my bullet didn’t do much.”


    Allison looked at the transport hub as she recorded the pattern Veronica had witnessed the demon use on her AR HUD’s overlay of the control console.  The pair were in the calm at the center of the storm as the two additional wolf-born had made Veronica and Allison’s presence here redundant.  Allison gave Veronica a look with sad eyes.


    “I cured you; You didn’t have to be a vampire anymore; You could have had a normal life.”


    Veronica shook her head.


    “I could never be normal.  I look like the most feared vampire of all time and my head is filled with all of her combat skills.  What now?”


    Allison looked around herself.  The wolf-born were pushing back the overwhelming onslaught of Bhiras and demonic forces but they were taking hits they weren’t healing from, scratches at best, but they would not last forever, even the lowest of demons could inflict lasting wounds on them.  It would be death from a thousand cuts, but the outcome was still death.  She realized the task ahead was hers and hers alone, it was the burden her biological mother had gifted her with.  To be the light against the darkness whether it be Sal’nash or crazy demonic weirdness.


    “I need to go alone.  This isn’t your fight.  This console must be a secure route to the command center.”


    Allison pulled three fusion grenades from her Bandelier dialing each to maximum yield which was on the order of magnitude of about three tons of TNT.  She pointed at a button.


    “After I leave you set these on the console, and you get them back to the transport.  Press this button to start the timer.  They wouldn’t be fighting this hard if this node wasn’t of vital importance let’s cut it off.”


    Veronica looked Allison up and down.


    “What about you?”


    Allison shrugged.


    “I’ll kill whomever this Master is or die trying.  Hopefully Callum can transport my corpse out before it gets disintegrated….”


    Veronica offered up her blade.


    “Won’t last much longer but the twins said it could kill these things for real.”


    Allison took the offered sword, gave a half smirk and waved before punching in the code she assumed would take her to the central command node.  She was whooshed away and when she was cognizant of her surroundings again, she realized she was in a much nicer portion of the Dyson sphere.  She pulled out her last three fusion grenades, set the yield to max, sealed the door and ran away from the node.


    If she was designing this monstrosity, she’d have one node that could access central command and only one node.  Easier to cut it off the prime targets from people like her.  She activated her cloaking field and moved along the polished corridors.  It seemed the vast majority of residents of this section were high ranking demons.  She hadn’t seen a single possessed, or Bhiras.  Those demons she did see were all unique and monstrous in their own fashion.  Even with her limited knowledge of them, what she had witnessed so far led her to believe that unique demons were higher powered and ranked, while the masses were more similar to each other.  Like named mobs in games versus run of the mill enemies.  It would seem those in the know had fled here, likely after ordering heavy guard on the transport nodes.


    She crept along the spiral corridor which seemed like a very inefficient use of space.  This sphere seemed to have been designed to have layers, each one above the other growing smaller.  She heard a demonic voice speak over the internal communications system.  She shuddered when she heard the vile language again.


    “Node Avernus has been breached.  All forces report to Sphere Baator report for defense!”


    Allison had counted on that happening.  She pressed herself to the wall as demon after demon rushed to what would be their doom.  She waited until she heard the next announcement.


    “The intruder is loose in Sphere Baator.”


    She hit the command to remote detonate her booby trap.  She heard the explosion and the screeches of her victims who had been consumed by what could be called holy fire from the blessed fusion grenades.  The entire sphere was now on high alert.  The bulk of their shock troops were no more, and they would not be getting reinforcements.  Allison moved swiftly.  In the chaos she had created the shimmer in her cloaking field caused by rapid movement would be lost in the shuffle.  Whomever this master was she imagined he was likely arrogant, and that led her to believe he would be at the top of the spiral.  She arrived at the top of the spiral and heard the pair of demons conversing before she saw them.  She recognized the chain demon’s voice.


    “My lord, it is a group of mortals they have those rabid dogs with them, your sister is not here.  You are mistaken.”


    Allison crept closer and peaked around the corner.  The entire top of the sphere in this chamber had been replaced with some form of transparent crystal.  It wasn’t glass, it sparkled too much.  The chain demon was speaking to what appeared to be a handsome muscular man, at least from the angle she had.  He may once have had beautiful white feathered wings, but they were burnt up and were half wings at best.  His voice was magical but the language he spoke was pure vileness to her ears.  He reached out his hand and grasped the chain demon by its small neck with one hand and lifted it up.  Allison could not see the man’s face because he was facing away from her.


    “If it is only a few of those retched spawn of my sister’s and a rag tag band of mortals, how have they sent a full legion of my strongest demons back to Hell!?!  All we have to show for our efforts is the destruction of one pitiful starfighter!  My sister is protecting them.  She must be.”


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    He tossed the chain demon into a wall with enough force that the demon took several moments to come to his senses.


    “She is here.  I can feel her.”


    He spun around and looked towards the entrance.  Allison gasped when she saw his face.  It was charred and he had one hollow eye socket.  He must have been beautiful once, but now he was horribly disfigured.  He called out with a hint of madness in his voice.


    “Come to finish the job?  Decided to watch the life leave my last good eye in person?  Burn my soul from my body with that staff of yours!?!?!  Come and try it!  You couldn’t kill me in Germany, you won’t win here bitch!”


    The chain demon rubbed his head and looked up at his once glorious leader.  Now lost to paranoia and madness.


    “My lord, no one is here but us.”


    The fallen angel pointed at his minion.


    “Silence Rasamus, I know what I sense.  This is your fault.  If not for you losing control of the Bhiras we would still be preparing in secret!  Come Seraph, let us end this, come try and kill your brother, I am the Lightbringer!  First among his chosen!  What are you but his carpenter, his mason?  You are a poor excuse for a warrior and an even worse excuse for an assassin!  You had the mortals drop thousands of tons of your divine retribution on me and my army and all you did was free me from the prison you made!”


    He swatted at something that wasn’t there.  Allison wasn’t sure who this thing was really, but she highly doubted he was the actual devil.  He was pathetic and half-mad.  She slid the spirit blade into a sheath that formed on the back of her armor.  And started to climb into the girders that supported the crystal dome.  Her target was swatting at shadows.  If she tried to approach him on the ground, she was likely to get hit by a lucky swipe.  She reached a place above the man who called himself Lucifer and drew the sword.  She knew if it came down to it, she’d be at a severe disadvantage this sword was very different than the slim Qual’sa blades she was trained in.  She was pretty sure lunging from thirty feet above and keeping the pointy end directed at her targets heart would do the trick though.  She was lining up for her attack when he looked at the ceiling and yelled.


    “Skulking about like a thief in the night is not becoming of our father’s first born!”


    She smiled.  He had positioned himself perfectly.  She lept towards him.  Her armor’s cyan energy wings deployed her cloak shimmered away.  She looked like an avenging angel descending from heaven to smite evil.  Her aim was true but Rasamus jumped between his lord and the blade meant for his master’s heart.  The blade pierced Rasamus’s chest.  There was a flash of golden light as the demon disintegrated.  His last words were meant for Lucifer’s ears alone.


    “My existence for you, my lord!”


    Allison stepped back and the blade evaporated as she tried to pull it into a defensive maneuver.  She frowned.


    “Well shit.”


    Lucifer snarled and screamed.


    “You aren’t my sister!  Where is she!?!?!”


    He grasped Allison with his one good hand and hurled her into a wall.  The blow was so powerful it drained her armor completely and shattered her spine and tail bone.  She was now realizing how outmatched she was.  Whatever this was, it was no mortal being.  She couldn’t move her legs and every shift she made was pure agony.  He loomed over her.  She realized she really had only one hope or ten rather, she likely wasn’t supposed to take all ten doses at once but she was screwed either way so she fumbled with the case and dropped it when the injectors rolled out.  She grasped both as Lucifer approached her slowly.


    “You feel like my sister but… you aren’t her.  What manner of creature are you?  Who are you?”


    Allison mused silently he was about to find out.  She plunged both needles into her neck and dumped all ten doses directly into her carotid arteries.  Pure adrenaline, high energy molecules, blood vitality and super soldier nanites invaded her blood stream.  She screamed in agony as her body instantly repaired itself.  Her muscles bulged and rippled under her now useless armor.  Her fangs came out and her eyes burned with golden light. He reached down to grab her again.  She moved so quickly she flickered out of existence and grabbed his wrist with her right hand.  She quirked her head to the side as he struggled against the now supercharged Dhampir’s strength.  He tried to break her grip but found her just as strong as he was.


    “Impossible.  You’re a mortal.”


    Allison swiped her hand across his chest, her nails slit through his skin and flashes of golden light flicked where she broke the skin.  She was barely containing the monster she’d unleashed inside her by feeding it exactly what it needed to thrive.  Through the haze she realized as a Dhampir she was a supernatural being and she could injure him.  She flicked her arm and threw him against the wall of the sphere he slid down it and pulled himself up.  Any damage she’d done with the throw vanished instantaneously.  He laughed at her.


    “You need more then a few sharp nails to hurt me little girl.”


    Allison snarled and lunged at him.  Lucifer barely avoided being bitten by the rabid Dhampir.  He was forced to throw her away.  The blow was even more forceful than the last, but the adrenaline that Allison had overwhelmed her system with meant she felt nothing.  The nanite boosters and super blood meant her body healed instantly.  They lunged towards each other.  What followed was a flurry of powerful blows.  To a mortal outside observer, they would have seen nothing but a black and white blur, the combatants were moving so fast.  Nothing Lucifer seemed to do to Allison was slowing her down at this point.  She was beyond pain and nearing the point where she was beyond all reason.  Lucifer’s problem was she had teeth that could wound him.  He had nothing besides brute strength.  Allison’s problem was that her superpowers had a time limit that was quickly running out.  Teeth that could hurt him were all fine and good but even in the blood fury she understood they wouldn’t kill this thing once and for all.  Then she remembered the conversation with Helen about devouring souls.


    Her eyes became laser focused on the demon’s jugular.  If she was sober and not mainlining Dhampir Supernova she likely wouldn’t even have considered it, but her decision suited the hungry beast inside of her just fine.  Once her conscious mind and the beast inside her that she fought so valiantly against were aligned there was a clarity to her thoughts.  She had one single goal: Drain this thing of every bit of blood and essence it had.  Lucifer noticed the change in his opponent immediately and fear crept into his long cold heart.   She feinted right then left then attacked left again.  Lucifer’s left arm was a twisted mess, and it left him vulnerable to attacks from that side.  He was off balance from her feints.  He struggled against her when her fangs sunk into his very vulnerable neck.  It was hopeless;  The beast tasted blood and it wanted it all.


    His one blue eye went wide and for the first time since Enid had sought his final death in Germany in 1941 he had a moment of clarity.  His eye focused on something Allison couldn’t perceive and even if she could it wouldn’t matter, she was lost in his blood now.  She had expected it to be vile and disgusting, but it wasn’t it was pure divinity in the form of blood she’d thought the Dhampir supernova was the best drug ever, this was pure extasy. Every cell in her body vibrated with the energy she was absorbing.  Lucifer spoke to the unseen entity.


    “You are here… is it over?  Can I finally rest father?”


    Whatever answer Lucifer had received had removed all the fight from him.  He closed his eyes and gave into the oncoming oblivion.  Allison kept sucking and she felt the shard of divinity granted to him by God enter her being and she became infused with it.  It was a rush his blood purged the adrenaline from her system.  The sphere shook and she looked out of the crystal dome above her.  Wesva had deployed the Cataclysm bombs as she had been ordered to.  Allison turned to run but she stumbled and screamed as the divine essence she’d just subsumed burned through her veins.  Her eyes glowed with a white light.  She collapsed to her knees and struggled to contain the power of the Lightbringer.  She felt the familiar tingle as a transporter locked on to her and began to dematerialize her.  They were too late, the blast waves from the Cataclysm bombs were already engulfing the sphere.


    The wave paused in space the sphere’s wall was half ripped open.  She felt herself lifted off the ground.  A truly remarkable feat as she was only half there half of her was already in the transporter buffer.  She felt herself surrounded by warmth, her still glowing white eyes focused on her rescuer.  The woman wore platinum armor.  In her black eyes that sparked and flashed, Allison saw the entirety of infinite universes spiraling out into eternity.  Her wings were feathered and black, but they also looked as if Allison was witnessing the entire multiverse all at once galaxy upon galaxy.  Her brain was struggling to make sense of it all.  The woman caressed the teenager’s cheek.  Allison spoke.


    “Am I dead?”


    The woman shook her head.


    “No, my child.  Not yet.”


    Allison had felt this warmth before when her birth mother had pulled her to the dawn of creation, she suddenly realized who it was that had saved her from annihilation.   Seraph.


    “You’re Seraph.”


    The woman nodded.


    “I am called that by some, yes.”


    Allison’s mind began to race.


    “You shouldn’t know I exist… not yet…”


    Seraph brushed Allison’s bangs aside as a mother might.


    “That would be quite impossible.  I am aware of every particle in the multiverse.”


    “Why did you save me?”


    Seraph pondered the question for a moment.


    “I do not know.”


    Allison blinked at the all-knowing being who couldn’t answer what seemed like a simple question.  Seraph looked at Lucifer’s empty shell.


    “If I had emotions like you, I would be furious with you.  You allowed him to find peace in oblivion.  A mercy he did not deserve.  My little brother is very pleased with your choice.”


    Allison looked at Lucifer.


    “If there is a multiverse… aren’t there an infinite number of him?”


    Seraph nodded.


    “He was the first.”


    Allison looked back to Seraph.


    “Are you my real mother?  Are you here because you love me?”


    Seraph raised an eyebrow then her eyes narrowed as she realized exactly what she was doing.


    “I do not feel emotions.  This was an anomaly it will not happen again child.”


    Allison looked down at her half dematerialized hand which still burned with a white light.


    “What did I do to myself?  Please tell me that at least.”


    Seraph brushed another stray hair from Allison’s face absently then she looked at her hand, realized what she was doing with it and frowned.


    “You absorbed his divine energy he was the being you call God’s equal and opposite opposing force, everything he was, now resides within you child.  As the spawn of the first anomaly, you already carried part of me in you it will join with that.  Perhaps one day we will speak as equals, or perhaps you will destroy yourself for real next time before you reach your full potential, time will tell.  It doesn’t matter to me in the end.  Only my purpose matters.  Farewell.”


    Allison was about to ask what Seraph’s purpose was, but she finished rematerializing in her ship’s makeshift transporter room.  The white glow had faded from her by the time she was fully solid again.  Callum cheered.


    “I told you we could get her Laddie, just took a bit of elbow grease.”


    Allison knew differently.  Apparently, Seraph had kept time around them frozen until her crew could overcome the interference to get her fully into the buffer on her ship.  Allison tried to stand but stumbled and collapsed.  Leshy rushed over to her and picked her up.


    “You took a dose, didn’t you?”


    Allison leaned heavily on the Synthlin doctor.


    “All ten at once actually worked like a charm…”


    Leshy couldn’t frown because her physical form was an encounter suit, but the amoeba that was the true Synthlin inside the encounter suit was frowning.


    “We need to get you to sick bay.  Your heart could explode!”


    Leshy scooped Allison up and started to rush towards the medical bay.  The ship shook.  Allison struggled to get out of the Synthlin’s six arms.


    “I need to get to the bridge.”


    Leshy sounded exasperated.


    “You need medical attention.  Even with all those nanites in your system and your healing factor you can still die permanently.”


    Allison finally pushed herself free.


    “Apparently not today Leshy, trust me when I say I came closer today than I’d like already.”


    She ran off in the direction of the lift that would take her to the bridge.  She was so physically exhausted standing was a real challenge especially after her dash to the bridge but she did her best to look composed and strong when she walked out of the lift.  Wesva swiftly moved out of the command chair.  Allison collapsed into it and looked out at the view screen.  The Dyson sphere was crippled.  All three stars were gone and the rest of it was breaking apart without the star’s gravity to hold it together.  Any hope they had died with Lucifer.  The Bhiras had launched more conventional warships.  Allison spoke.


    “Sit rep, now!”


    Wesva spoke as she worked at her station to manage their shields.


    “We’re under fire from conventional projectile weapons.  Missiles, railguns and the like.  It seems like without the stars the sphere is unable to power its weapons systems.  So far our shields are holding.”


    Allison hit the comm button on her chair.


    “Launch a wormhole beacon now hot start it while you’re getting it loaded to launch.”


    She addressed her bridge crew.


    “Keep up evasive maneuvers we just need to survive long enough for reinforcements to arrive.  Return fire where you can but we’re not going to win this fight ourselves.  We need to keep them engaged so we can finish them once and for all.  We do not want to dump a situation like the Sal’nash in their lap, dealing with stragglers for millennia.  R’sslv open a wormhole comm, advise Earth and the Ark Royal of our situation tell them we have the Bhirsa on the backfoot and we need support to finish them off.”


    Allison wanted so badly to be doing something more than ordering her crew about but that was not her role any longer she needed to depend on them to do the jobs she selected them for.  Allison watched as her crew cored Bhirsa ship after Bhirsa ship with the Phoenix’s main cannon.  None of their ships had shields, only polarized hulls and some weak gravity fields.  Neither of which had any ability to prevent the Phoenix’s weapons from tearing through their armor.  It seemed the real threat they posed resided within their mobile Dyson sphere and her guns had been permanently silenced.  The Phoenix shook from another direct hit against her shields.  Wesva sounded concerned.


    “Battlelord, we’re down to twenty percent shields.  We cannot sustain this fight a few more hits like that we’re going be taking direct hull damage.”


    Allison pressed her finger on the internal comm button.


    “Damage stations.  Prepare for hull breaches.”


    She was in this fight to win it, she released the comm button.


    “The fleet will arrive.  Continue to fire at will.  Load cutlery in the missile tubes if you have to melt the barrel of our main gun. I don’t care we’re not retreating.”


    The battle continued for several more minutes.  Allison was adamant about finishing this, but her eyes were drifting over to the fold drive console more and more often as the battle wore on.  She wasn’t sure she could manage a fold in her condition, but she would if she needed too.  Another hit rocked the Phoenix then another right afterwards.  Allison was forced to clutch onto her chair lest she be thrown from it.  The blast caused several conduits to overload.  One of the panels over Wesva exploded showering the Yorleer with shrapnel.  The bipedal plant woman picked herself up the green sap that was her blood oozed from a head injury and one of her arms.  She spoke.


    “Shields are down and need repairs that last hit blew out the conduits.  We have hull breaches on decks five, six and eleven.  Engineering is reporting a breach of our hydrogen stores.”


    Allison shifted to get up.  She wanted to finish this fight but in this case she had no choice but to retreat.  Wesva quickly tapped a few keys on her console.


    “Battlelord, wormhole vortexes are forming all around us.”


    The Samsar, one of the dreadnought class ships from the System’s Alliance took several hits meant for the Phoenix.  Allison could have cheered but she didn’t, she kept her composure.


    “Helm use our fleet as a shield.  Weapons, continue to fire at will, provide fire support where you can.  Tell engineering to get me my damn shields back.”


    The full might of her personal fleet, the System’s Alliance Milky Way Fleet and the Commonwealth’s main fleet were unleashed on the Bhirsa remnant.  The System’s Alliance’s newest dreadnoughts which were basically just giant barrels for dual particle beam cannons surrounded by armor had no trouble eradicating what remained of the Dyson sphere.  The battle was over in minutes.  The fleets began leaving via wormhole.  Once it was all said and done only the Ark Royal, The Samsar, her escort of two carriers and two destroyers remained from the System’s Alliance.  Allison’s main fleet had returned to Eden to take up their defensive position once again.  The Commonwealth had left one long range science ship behind to gather data as well.  Allison had R’sslv open a channel to the Ark Royal.  Captain Seng appeared on their viewscreen she looked… pleased.


    “Battlelord, I apologize for the delay, took some time to gather up the fleet.  You know how the President feels about dark wormhole jumps.”


    Allison shrugged.


    “You showed up.  Can you get us back to Commonwealth command?  We have some folks they’ll want to see.”


    Captain Seng nodded.


    “Our wormhole projector is charging as we speak Battlelord.”