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Vega Sector Campaign: Hubble’s Star System
Hubble’s Star 1
Shotglass: Hey, Maverick. Sure is quiet around here. Y’know, Hubble’s Star sure isn’t where I thought we’d make a last stand. I mean, we’ve got active colonies here… research stations, too. Coming here just invites those Kilrathi fleabags to strike our civilians. The thought of that steams me up. You folks can’t let us down, Maverick. You’ve got to beat those hairballs back. If you don’t, well…
Mission Briefing. Hubble’s Star System, 06:00 hours, 2654.281.
Halcyon: All right, boys and girls. Listen up. Things haven’t gone well for the Confederation. In fact, they’re pretty sour. We’ve got to stop the Kilrathi here. The colonists in this system are counting on us. I’m sending out several wings to scout the area… Hunter, you and Flashfire will fly the first run. Maverick and Bossman will fly back-up.
Hunter: ’scuse me, Colonel. I’ve ’eard Dakhath Deathstroke may be in this system.
Halcyon: That’s the initial report. We haven’t confirmed it yet, though. Remember, people… Dakhath is ruthless. He’ll try to kill you in your ship, or out of it. Computer, display Kappa. Your patrol should be uneventful, Maverick. We’re expecting some fuel tankers soon, so we need to be sure the nearby jump points are clear of hostiles. Do a thorough sweep of the area and return to the ’Claw with a report. Questions, gentlemen? Very well. Let’s look sharp, people. Squadron dismissed.
Mission Debriefing. 15:00 hours, 2654.281.
Halcyon: Glad to see you back aboard, Maverick.
Bossman: Maverick did a good job out there.
Halcyon: You both did well, as I expected you would. Good work. Let’s review the mission report. You destroyed 11 of the enemy, Maverick, and suprisingly, no kills for Bossman. The log also shows you downed a two Kilrathi supply ships. Good work. Nothing else. Dismissed.
Hangar Deck. 17:00 hours, 2654.281.
Halcyon: For meritorious conduct in confronting the Kilrathi enemy, in the Hubble’s Star system, on or about 2654.281, the Terran Confederation is proud to present the Silver Star to Major Blair. Your courage is exemplary of the Confederation’s finest defenders. Good job, Maverick. Congratulations.
Maverick: Thank you, sir.
Filled with pride, Maverick meets the applause of his fellows.
Hubble’s Star 2
Shotglass: Hey there, Maverick. Can I get you anything? It’s good to see you and Bossman working together. At any rate, I’d watch my back when you’re out there. Scuttlebutt is, another furball ace was shipped in to take us down. S’pose’ to be their best shot. You might ask around, see if anyone’s heard anything.
Bossman: Major, have a seat. I want to discuss our next mission. Personally, I enjoy flying with you, but I think I’ve noticed something. Sometimes, you seem to get a little excited under enemy fire. Keep a cool head out there. If you don’t, you might not make it back. I’ve been in this business a long time. I don’t like reporting that I lost my Wing Commander. You’re a good pilot, Blair. Stay that way.
Paladin: Och, lad, this old body wasn’t made to sit and wait. I’m ready to fly me next shift… especially with Bakhtosh Redclaw in system. He’s Kilrah’s top gun, lad. You’d be wise to listen to ol’ Paladin. He flies a Jalthi, so don’t go head to head with him. There’s no reason to be civil with ’im, so if you get a clean shot at ’im, ya take it, lad. You’ll need every break you can get.
Mission Briefing. Hubble’s Star System, 06:00 hours, 2654.282.
Halcyon: As you all know, we’re beginning to run low on fuel. We’ve got fuel tankers inbound that will need escort to the ’Claw. With the Kilrathi strike force that’s moved in here at Hubble’s, we’re expecting the furballs to try to stop our ’sports. Maverick and Bossman will escort the first pair. Hunter will take the last detail. Computer, display Omicron. You’ll rendezvous with the two Drayman tankers here, at Nav 1, then escort them back to the Tiger’s Claw at top speed. You must protect them from any attackers. The ’Claw has to have that fuel. Are there any questions? Good. Let’s bring those ’sports in clean. Squadron dismissed.
Mission Debriefing. 15:00 hours, 2654.282.
Halcyon: Welcome back, Major. What’s the status of Drayman Alpha?
Maverick: She’s unloading her cargo now, sir. Drayman Beta will be docking soon.
Halcyon: Excellent. You and Bossman are both to be commended. Let’s review your mission report. We show 5 kills for you, Maverick, and Bossman got 3 of the hairballs. Dismissed.
Hangar Deck. 17:00 hours, 2654.282.
Halcyon: For meritorious conduct in confronting the Kilrathi enemy, in the Hubble’s Star system, on or about 2654.282, the Terran Confederation is proud to present the Bronze Star to Major Blair. Your courage is exemplary of the Confederation’s finest defenders. Good job, Maverick. Congratulations.
Maverick: Thank you, sir.
Filled with pride, Maverick meets the applause of his fellows.
Hubble’s Star 3
Shotglass: We’re scheduled to leave Hubble’s Star tomorrow. I just can’t shake the feeling that we’re running out on these colonists… I mean, if we cut out, who’s going to protect them? I’d feel better if the Tiger’s Claw could stick around another couple of days. Orders are orders, though.
Hunter: Hey there, Maverick. ’ave a minute, mate? Rumour ’as it those Kilrathi buzzards sent in another ace. I’d love to get a crack at ’im, mate. Maybe I’ll get a chance yet. I ’ear every available man’s being sent to defend a colony under attack. Of course, knowing my luck, I’ll get stuck on some bleedin’ patrol. Ah well, the Colonel knows best. Shotglass, another round for me and Maverick.
Iceman: Maverick.
Hunter: Come on, mate. You can be a bit friendlier than that.
Iceman: No reason to be friendly, St John, not after the way we all flew back at Port Hedland. No excuse for letting the hairballs kick us around that system. Maybe we’ll even it up here at Hubble’s…
Mission Briefing. Hubble’s Star System, 06:00 hours, 2654.283.
Halcyon: We’ve got another Code Red situation here, people. As you know, we’ve dispatched most of our fighters to defend the colony on Hubble’s Star IV. The main strength of the Kilrathi in system is now attacking Hubble’s IV, but thirty minutes ago, another flight of bogies jumped into the system. These vessels disappeared among asteroids about 50,000 klicks from our position. With most of our fighters away, we’re especially vulnerable, so I’m sending just one wing to recon these bogies, and perhaps make a quick strike against them. Maverick, you and Bossman are going to see what’s behind those asteroids. Computer, display Phi. The bogies were spotted at Nav 1, start looking for them there. Go see what they are, and evaluate any threat they pose to our position here. If the situation looks good, you can engage. Maverick, that’s your call. Once you’ve handled them, return to the ’Claw for reassignment. Any questions, Maverick? Very well. Report directly to me when you return. Dismissed.
Mission Debriefing. 16:20 hours, 2654.283.
Halcyon: I’m glad you both made it back in time to assist. I wondered if there would be a ship for you to come back to.
Maverick: All we saw at Nav 1 were some Krants, sir. No sign of a strike force.
Halcyon: No, that force came here… and they brought their best with them. Fortunately for us, Bakhtosh Redclaw won’t be going home… ever. You both did well. Repelling that assault surely cost the Kilrathi dearly. I’ve read the report of your performance in the assault. You wasted 8, Maverick, and we show Bossman with 1. And most importantly, the ’Claw repelled their attack. Maverick, stop by my office in a half-hour. Dismissed.
Colonel Halcyon’s Office. 16:50 hours, 2654.283.
Halcyon: Blair. Come in. I need to speak with you.
Maverick: Yes, sir?
Halcyon: We’ll be leaving Hubble’s Star soon, and I need to make some personnel changes. Effective immediately following the jump, you’ll be reassigned. I need you in Star Slayer Squadron, flying a Raptor-class heavy fighter.
Maverick: Yes, sir. You won’t be sorry.
Halcyon: Good. I’m glad to hear it. That’s all, then, Major. Dismissed.
Hangar Deck. 17:00 hours, 2654.283.
Halcyon: For meritorious conduct in confronting the Kilrathi enemy, in the Hubble’s Star system, on or about 2654.283, the Terran Confederation is proud to present the Silver Star to Major Blair. Your courage is exemplary of the Confederation’s finest defenders. Good job, Maverick. Congratulations.
Maverick: Thank you, sir.
Filled with pride, Maverick meets the applause of his fellows.
Meanwhile…
Primitive alien village, Rostov System.
While the Kilrathi starships conquer the Human fleet at Rostov, Kilrathi marines round up the native sentients, the Mopoks, and execute the Human scientists and soldiers who defended them.
Secret Missions 2: Crusade
