Commander Broom sat in a vacant room, the lights off, windows sealed, and his eyes closed. Clearly the re-assignment of ships and companies had taken its toll on the base commander. He could not help but ask himself: Why re-locate The Evergreen and The Judgement? Why not keep The Evergreen here, and send somebody else to help The Hopeful? The orders simply didn't add up, but the orders came directly from Winslow, who had said in a lot of long words that did not make a lot of sense to Broom, convinced him to fulfil the order. Winslow stated that the orders came directly from The Emperor, apparently, so he had no choice. Broom did not trust Winslow.
Solomon sat in his command chair, with a broad smile upon his face, Kyril looked over him with a raised eyebrow. "What's he so happy about?" asked the scrawny junior helmsmen over his shoulder, Solomon leaned forward and opened a travelling bag at his feet. Pulled out a large metal container, opened it with a deep sniff of its contents. Letting out a sound of pleasure he began chuckling. The smell quickly spread through the Bridge, a sweet, cinnamon smell, accompanied by a hint of ginger. "Cinnamon roll anyone?" asked Solomon as he took a large greedy bite out of one. Before boarding The Evergreen, he had bought a large supply of the pastries, to share of course.
The command bridge enjoyed their little treats that Solomon had supplied, the coffee machine humming away at the rear as people refilled their empty mugs, their foot steps softened by the thick blue carpets surrounding the flanks of the bridge, the slight beeps and clicks of the consoles as they fulfilled commands punched in by their human counterparts. "Gentlemen, we have successfully plotted the jump co-ordinates. We shall arrive five hours after we jump, estimated." said Eve, disappearing as quickly as she appeared. Kyril sniffed the air a little and rubbed something out of his eye, "Well, then. Has everybody got their coffee and sweeties?" he asked with a broad smile. "Let's jump."
Solomon was home, leaving behind the malice of the observer, who watched the planet get closer to his window, rubbing his hands together gleefully as his plan slowly came into creation. His last challenge had been a difficult one, sending away the guest towards secret coordinates aboard one of the judgement shuttles. His friend had received his gift inside the shuttle with many thanks.
Errol slouched in his cabin, staring at a glowing screen, the information on there worried him, but did not surprise him. He had a traitor aboard, and he knew who. He collected his evidence and asked ships computer to keep an eye on the individual. "Apologies sir, but he does not appear to be aboard. I cannot locate him." Errol blinked, how does he keep doing that? disappearing without a trace. He knew the missing shuttle was due to the traitor, but it had not returned, but the individual had, and he had no proof, all he had was an empty bay where the shuttle used to be kept. Every service bay had been checked for the shuttle, every engineer questioned who could have possibly come in contact with it. Nothing showed anywhere, it simply vanished. Errol suspected Winslow, but no solid evidence pointed directly at him. Just has he lost hope and his eyes drooped with exhaustion, he stumbled across a file hidden within many files. Blueprints. Errol searched them and found their Origin. These came from The Evergreen. A map of their Last Resort Weapon. This was bad. Errol knew it, but if he arrested Winslow and he was found not guilty, that would mean hell for Errol would surely follow and possibly that he was mistaken and the real traitor would have escaped. He downed another black coffee and rubbed his eyes again. "You sneaky bastard." he murmured to himself as he got to his feet and shuffled to the coffee flask to pour himself a fresh cup of the black sleep fighting liquid.
A slender emerald craft circled around the four tall stone towers that joined together a square in thick reinforced stone battlements that formed walls. Many stone buildings had settled inside the safety of the walls, all dwarfed by the central structure that stood three stories tall. Governor Arden admired this building from his window as the craft circled again, knowing its true structure was underneath, he began thinking of the duties that required his attention in the subterranean levels of the building. The wind was soft and the weather acceptable as the ramp opened to allow the Gryph Planetary Governor to leave his vessel. "Governor Arden, sir, welcome back to Forgod." said the Gryph officer as she approached the Planetary Governor. The grass crinkled beneath his steps, the grass was always kept short in the grounds of the fortress, short enough it bristled on everything that touched it, giving off a satisfying crinkle noise whenever applied pressure to. The main buildings entrance stood twice as high as it needed, and twice as wide. The great stone arch, clean of any moss and life that tried to grow upon it, looked old, but well cared for. Two heavy wooden tall slabs supported by metal joints and hinges acted as doors to the building. They opened without any complaint, which always amazed Arden considering their age. The open arch revealed a room constructed entirely of stone, Floor, walls and ceiling. A emerald carpet lay from the large wooden doors and continued into the large entrance hall that was lit with large lights embedded between the stone bricks.