The Krenaran massacre

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Lieutenant Michael Alexander could see the massive form of Delta base slowly drawing nearer.

He was a deck officer on board the E.D.F. S Ulysses, a Danitza class battleship, and it was just returning from a three month escort operation with another explorator fleet on the northern tip near Eidolon.

The relief on his face was plain, his lips curled up into a smile as he could see out of a nearby viewport that the Ulysses was coming into dock. It was his fourth explorator run this year, and was glad of the shore leave. Tired from his latest mission he longed to see his wife, Jana, and his son, Theo. He knew he had been away for far too long.

On board the station; Jana looked out the view port, along the structure of docking station twelve, she could just about see the small shape of the Ulysses coming towards them. Slowly but surely it continued to grow larger. Little Theo kept jumping up and down, trying to get a better view; impatient to see the approaching battleship in all its glory, and at the prospect of seeing his daddy again.

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