Rebels

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  “Get the Atlas on the comm, where the hell are they going?” demanded Admiral of the fleet Donaldson.

  “Aye sir, but it’s not just Atlas, its all of them. All ships still mobile in the first and second battle group, they’re breaking off and coming about.”

  “Damn them, damn them all, tell them to return to the battle immediately or I'll court Marshall the lot of them for mutiny!” yelled Donaldson slamming his right fist into his chair.

  “They're unable to comply sir. They've been locked out of the con. They no longer have control of navigation or weapons.”

  “What! That's not possible.”

  “It’s confirmed sir, sensors show all mobile ships in the Vesperon and Haldyne fleets breaking off as well to follow them. All ships apart from the flagships are breaking off and heading towards the Fury.”

  “What the hell is Jasper doing?” demanded Donaldson. “Check to see if Fury is transmitting they must have taken control somehow.”

  “Negative, sir sensors show all ships appear to be targeting the Fury. I have Jasper, Whillans and Nolan on the line sir, demanding to speak to you.”

  “Give me an open channel voice only.”

  “Aye sir.”

  “Good day to you all gentlemen. Much as I'd like to take the credit for the situation we all find ourselves in, I'm afraid I'm as powerless as you all appear be. So I guess I'll see you all in hell.” he closed the comm and turned the crew. “May as well all sit back and enjoy the show.”