The Acrata was traveling through that theoretically empty space, with no enemy signals, no changes, no news, just a journey into the unknown that lasted days and days. Unlike the attack on the enemy mothership, this time not only was the journey much longer, but they were also traveling completely alone.
Aeneas was resting in his hammock in the cabin when there was a knock on the door.
"Sub-Admiral, we have a signal from radio beacon number 7, it seems that someone is following us, it must be five days behind us"
"Do we know if it is a single ship?"
"It seems to be a battleship and two frigates"
"Inform me if there is any other news"
Aeneas lay down, he already imagined that from the moment they launched the missiles with the nuclear bombs, the few infiltrators of the machines who were in command of some ship in the different navies could not avoid the impulse to go there.
