GTI 43:89 – 832.3
Sector Alpha 435B; Skirmish with the Faun
‘Twas Brillig
alright. When a sun-star ignites like a firepop set off by a twelve year old
guinea at the Freedom Parade and you’re standing on the doorstep of a fiery
inferno that will spontaneously cook eggs from over 30 parsec away then there’s
not much you can do but duck and cover. As for the Faun, they were expecting this. Their
trap sprung, and all of their twelve Satyr Class battlecruisers with full power
on their shields such that Zeus’ own lightning couldn’t get through. As for us,
well, we weren’t so prepared.
