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     Commander Sieven Drexler |
One less Pfhor strike craft, however, was a few more moments of firepower available to shoot at other ships. Sieven walked into CIC with a quick stride, nodding to Kari who seemed rather miffed at something over the comm. He caught her last comment before she threw her hands into the air in frustration. He was concerned witht he fact that there were communications problems with important orders, but it looked as though nothing else could be done at that moment. He turned to a side console. "All ships at the mouth of Xanadu, from Flag, standby for new orders." He sat down, taking care not to interrupt Kari as she tried to handle Coronado's situation at Lh'owon. He drafted up something on the console, then continued. "Ships of this group, the following message contains new orders to be performed immediately. You are ordered to use 5% of your torpedo ordnance to create a minefield at the mouth of Xanadu and then a further 5% in the radiation-free avenue that the Pfhor must presumably travel to arrive at Xanadu safely. Your specific orders and mine arrangement plans are en route." He sent the information through the ansible. "Begin at Xanadu and work your way out. You will alternate mining patrols so that no less than half of this group is stationed at the entrance." He paused a moment as he glanced over at Kari, who was discussing something with Savant. Then Kari stood up suddenly and looked at the holotable wide-eyed. "Churchill communications, find Commander Drexle-- no, cancel that. There's no time. Patch me in to all ships! Hurry!" Drexler stood up, but did not interrupt. "All Defender ships outside Xanadu, launch a single cluster torpedo, random direction, maximum possible dispersal! Hurry! Hurry!" Only moments later, a stunned CIC watched in horror as Gryphon was obliterated by the huge battleship. "Group, lay your mines. Quickly. We have only minutes before the Pfhor are upon us," Sieven said solemnly, then jumped into a chair next to one of the holotables and grimaced. "Kelaka, from Drexler. The Pfhor have arrived." BTC |