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Yilumi System
Kasui, High Orbit
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The [i]Darkstrike[/i] hung high in orbit of the serene Agriworld of Kasui, is dark shades contrasting with the green and blue landscape underneath the vessel. Nearly a day had passed since the incident at the Urbos Station, Captain Ian Leska had locked himself away in his private quarters, giving himself time to think, plan and mourn.  He laid against his recliner chair, his coat hanging by the door, a glass of whisky in hand as he indulged himself in the alcoholic drink every now and then.

Despite his less then chipper position, he was far from it, the incident still lingering in mind, the various mistakes made coming to him like an avalanche, but in truth, this rather disastrous infiltration Op had provided some "positive" results, for a lack of a better word. 

Ian Leska knew full well that the Federation must enforce it's border integrity. This was thee plan from the start, the recon being a sort of "inspection" before any serious actions were to be taken, but honestly, that no longer mattered, the very presence of these stations was a clear slap to the face of the Federation, and with that, it needed a heavy response. The original projected numbers of the probable task force was under a hundred, but that won't do, no, more were needed. 

Leska set his glass aside. "Aisha." The Captain called out to the ship's AI. "Set up a private holo-link with Grand Admiral Sanders."

"Understood, Captain." A digitized, feminine voice replied, echoing through the room. "...setting up link now." Within moments, a holographic form of Aged human, a dark-skinned man in his early sixties, materialized in the center of the room, a holo-projection device emerging from the ceiling. The Admiral was slight caught off guard with this sudden call. "Captain Leska." He begun, with a deep, soothing tone in his voice. "I haven't expected another call from you so soon."

"I apologize for the rather sudden call." Leska said. "It's....regarding the Urbos Incident."

"Ahhh, yes, I see." He realized. "I assure, both your ship and the [i]Crow's Nest[/i] will be listed as ships to join in the task force."

"Thank you, sir." Leska said. "But, there's...another request I have to make."

"Oh?" Admiral Sanders raised an eyebrow."What is it then?"

"Sir, I suggest the task force be expanded." Leska said. "The currently projected numbers will simply not do. We need at least two hundred vessels for this mission."

"Out of the question." Sanders replied swiftly. "You should be all too aware of the grave threat we're facing, every ship recalled from the frontline is an asset lost and a victory for the Daisan." He paused, clearing his throat. "We shouldn't even be doing this! But the N.A.C. have forced our hand in the matter."

"That's exactly my point, sir." Leska said, standing firm in his resolve. "That is why we must not take little risks in such a situation." Leska paused as he sat down on the edge of his bed. "We mean to send a message, yes? Then we must answer the N.A.C.'s taunts with overwhelming firepower." 

Sanders was silent, pondering on the possible scenarios and outcomes, but the Captain had a point. "You do realize the risk we'd be taking, yes?" Sanders asked.

"I'm fully aware, sir." Leska replied. "The Daisan can wait, at least for a moment. For now, we must send the N.A.C. a message."

"...Very well, however, if this all goes terribly wrong, It's on both your head and mine." Sanders said.

"Understandable, sir." Leska said. "But if this goes just as well as intended, we'll be done with this before the Daisan reach the Gateway Systems."