A Traitor in our Midst
Posted on Sun Feb 25th, 2018 @ 3:41pm by Petty Officer, 2nd Class Jarrell Weiss
Edited on on Sun Feb 25th, 2018 @ 3:41pm
Location: Hangar Deck
Timeline: PCH-15 1945 Hours
The hour grew late, the port hangar deck shrouded in darkness. Not a single sound emanating from the home of the vipers as the deck crew were all on the starboard hangar deck fixing launch tubes to accommodate the new craft from the Achilles. This provided the perfect opportunity for the agent to carry out their objective.
Skulking around to make sure no one was watching or lurking from the shadows, the agent slid into position at a console attached to the fuel pods of several vipers in the vicinity and began to adjust the controls, altering the systems slightly, not enough to be detected at first, but enough to cause engine difficulties the next time they flew. Seven craft would be enough to make a statement, to let these idiots know that the enemy they fought was not only on the outside, but also within.
His next objective was a significant one and if it worked, it would ensure that the only loss of life would be the very pilots who sought to bring the lives of him and his brethren, to and end. Yes, if he was successful, their canons would never fire and their missiles would jam. A certain disaster for any young pilot in the middle of a battle.
“Is it done?” Came a female voice from behind him, approaching with confidence, her boots rapping loudly on the deck.
The agent nodded slowly and completed his task. This was going to be all the destruction their colleagues would need to bring the Colonials to their knees.
“Action stations, actions stations! Set condition one throughout the fleet. This is not a drill. Repeat, action stations, actions stations!”
A smile crossed her face. “Then we’re one step closer to destroying humanity...”