Orion brought up a picture of docking bay November.  Well, what used to be it.  The bay was completely obliterated and as to be expected, no interceptor.  “Damn” cursed Orion slamming his fist on ACE.  ACE jolted from the shock of his steel fist resetting to ensure his system would remain running without any bugs.  The screen tripped and what must have been a firewall was bypassed on the ships screen.

       Nice trick.  Wonder what else is hidden behind here.  He thought better as the last thing he needed was to tell that girl what she didn’t want to hear or see and I’m sure she wouldn’t want him snooping so he pulled ACE out and directed him to find a place and to enter standby mode.

       “Relax blue eyes, it must have been this rust bucket over here, I’ll get him to fix that up when he can” proclaimed Orion.  “Anyways my ships toast so there’s no need to be concerned however before we start making plans maybe we better figure out what the hell is going on out there cause I ain’t got a clue.”