Join the Battlecruiser Alamo Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/A9MdX With Thanks To: Peter Long and Ellen Clarke Went the day well, We died and never knew, But, well or ill, Freedom, we died for you. John Maxwell Edmonds Chapter 1  Lieutenant Orlova, so new to her rank that the insignia still felt strange, stood at the rear of Alamo’s bridge, watching and waiting for the ship to emerge from hendecaspace. She was not accustomed to having nothing to do; her role as Operations Officer was essentially administrative, and certainly she could be profitably employed in her office right now working on the backlog, but somehow she thought that the bridge was where she belonged, especially now.  Partly it was her experience; she was the only one on the bridge who had been here before, who might know what to expect at their destination. While commanding the now-destroyed Battlecruiser Hercules, she had secured a deal for port facilities at Hydra Station, an outpost that still officially serviced the Cabal, but she didn’t know whether the station commander, Lester Price, had agreed out of a true desire to switch sides or simply because she had half a dozen missiles pointing at his station.
