Anibeli's POV

  As she looked over reports on their little convoy, she frowned. All had been proceeding as planned. No hitches, no problems. About a month to the system, they had waited two more, and now they were heading back. No problems, no issues.

  Until a week ago.

  She read the reports, dated from one week prior to now. The Berekel escort (navigator's specifically) had noted they felt something tailing them. 'Like a shark' were the words given.

  This was a very... displeasing notion. Worse yet, they were aproaching roughly the estimated midway in-between their destination and where they set off. Anibeli was getting nervous.

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  Something was up, and she felt like there was a gun pointed at her. She had her Viper and a Sword to protect 1 transport ship. Normally, that would be fine. Perfect even. But something, somewhere had decided to play games and now she was going to find out.

  The two escorts were on full battle readiness. They were prepared as best as they could, guns loaded and weapons primed. Now, it was the waiting game.

  As days passed, her tension hadn't eased, it had gotten worse, and worse, until finally, a call came, and she sagged, releasing all the tension she had carried for days on end.

  "Captain, Transport 01 reports they need to emerge from warp. Reasoning given was sabotage. Orders?"

  "All ships slow and prepare for warp emergence. Message Repentance, discreetly. Message follows: Brace iminant contact. Burn Turn." She said. "Make sure 01 doesn't get a whiff of the message."

  Anibeli then switches to ship wide comms, and states. "All ships, brace for iminant contact. All crew to assigned quarters."

  She turned to her bridge and looked around. Organized chaos, no yelling, full focus. She had a well trained crew, as was proper. She hoped they could take the strain of whatever mine they were about to ram head first...