[b]HSD Weaver, Earth Orbit[/b]
The ancillary group, now having earned the title of The Geriatrics, slowly crawled to an old warp point, dating back to when Humanity first left Sol. Everything was somewhat in order, atleast, the engines and reactors functioned. Weapons had been tested, found acceptable, and were passed. All ships were fully stocked and had a full crew. In a few seconds, they would transition to Alcuberrie and into the same system as HDSTF148. 
The group's commander sat in his office aboard the HSV Hood, with a bottle of Siberian Vodka. Once again, he was drunk off his ass. He muttered, looking down at the old, scuffed desk that he sat at and took another drink straight from the bottle. Deep inside the CIC, one of the security officers looked at the screen worriedly, watching the commander drink himself into a stupor. "We...really should do something about him, Sarg." he says, rubbing the back of his head. "Wish i could, Ensign. Wish i could." he mutters, before turning back to his station.

At the same time, an FTL transmission left the HSD Weaver, and was soon to be recieved at the HSV Mictlantecuhtli.
[b]TASK FORCE COMMANDER'S EYES ONLY[/b]
[b]SECURE HEGEMONY FTL LINK ESTABLISHED...[/b]
[b]TRANSMITTING.[/b]
[i]FLEET ADMIRAL'S ORDERS - FLEET ADMIRAL WINTERS, ARABELLA[/i]
"Tlacochalcatl Achcautli, we are dispatching an ancillary group to assist TF148 - the commander of said group is Theodore Samson. You are to follow his orders under normal circumstances - though, under combat situations, disregard all his orders. He is nothing but a figurehead for this operation."
"The ancillary group consists of three Burke-Leigh Class frigates, two Benjamin-Franklin Class SCDs, one Dauntless Class cruiser, and one battleship, the HSV Hood."
"What you are about to receive is a full dossier for the real reason behind this excursion close to the core."
"There have been...disturbing signs of non-Hegemony ships and intelligence near the core, the main evidence we have? The destruction of a full task force, particularly HDS130, your predecessor. The HSV Montana picked up their distress beacons shortly after they signaled Code Black. We have given you everything we can redirect on short notice."
"Remember, Tlacochalcatl Achcautli, failure is not an option."
[b]TRANSMISSION END[/b]
[b]QUANTUM-600 BIT DESTRUCTION IN 3...2...1[/b]
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[b]FILE DELETED.[/b]