The General

[Cptn Corizon 0]

The clicking of Scorpiad feet against the floors of the compound echoed sharply down the hall. General N'Krittt strode quickly towards the command center, moving subordinates out of his way, pushing those foolish enough not to clear the hallway against the wall as he passed.

 

The heavy doors that sealed the command center off from the rest of the base heaved open, and N'Krittt made his way to the central command dias which rose from the floor. “Report.” He barked forcefully.

 

“We have detected massive fleet movements from the Alpha Quadrant and the Dominion.”

 

“Clarify.”

 

“We're still putting together the...”

 

The seasoned Androcot General hissed, he had not time for prattle. They were involved in the single largest commitment of their forces since the start of the conflict, and suddenly their enemies were mobilizing “I did not ask for an explanation of your inadequacies, I want what we do know.”

 

The young Trog working the panel collected himself quickly, “The Allies have mobilized almost their entire force at Camelot Base and are moving them out, headed on an intercept course for our strike force. The Dominion have pulled nearly four entire fleets from the front lines, and we've detected nearly 600 additional Dominion forces moving on a course that will link them up with the Allied fleet.”

 

“They've discovered our gambit...”

 

“What are your orders, General?” The voice of one of the senior officers nearby called.

 

“Should I send the abort signal to our fleet? If they know what we're planning then we're venerable.”

 

“No...”

 

“Sir...”

 

“No, send to all of forces in range. Fall back to the wormhole. We will make our stand here. I wished to delay dealing with the Alpha Quadrant threat, but it seems they are forcing the issue...”