Now onboard the Sequoia Cravic was on the bridge handeling the orders of the patrol wings that were scounting for Kusari forces. The Sequoia hung heavily in space just a few hundred meters from the Colorado Jump Gate which was positioned abeam of the battleship.
"Sir," said one of the officers, "The Huron is requesting to depart for Texas and the Bering front."
"Give them my compliments and send them on their way," replied the Admiral.
Someone entered from the door to the bridge and Cravic turned around to see who it was.
"Acting Lieutenant Janson reporting Sir," said the soldier as he snapped to attention and saluted.
Cravic saluted in kind and then walked over to Janson and inspected him. "So you're the Rhienland defector. At ease. I saw the specs on your ship, she's a good craft, we're going to need every pilot we can get if we're going to hold back Kusari here," Cravic glanced at the jump gate to colorado out the windows that framed a large section of wall on the bridge. "Of course I can have you transfered to the Bering front if you would prefer a safer set of patrols but that means fighting you're own people. If I did have you transfered would you fight just like any of my other men?"
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