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Chapter Four: the condemned ate a hearty meal

Feeling exhilarated, whilst also feeling mild exhaustion, Tyree made his way to the assembly room and stepped onto the small stage. Then he stood before the steel lectern, moulded as one with the stage.

His eyes widened and his knuckles holding the lectern turned white.

Tyree was mesmerized, by the empty seats before him.

He looked at his watch, then lifted his head and glared at the clock at the end of the room.

Other than himself, there was no-one else in the room and, there should be.

This pre-flight check was important, yet there was a deficit of pilots before the man and he was more than a little perturbed.

There mission was vitally important to the war effort, yet he expected few of his pilots to return.
Each small fighter carried a planet buster bomb. And while highly manoeuvrable, the craft were devoid of shielding and the enemy were numerous.

But now the Heracles orbited the enemies homeworld moon, on it's darkside, in preparation to this final push. And Tyree could guess what would await them on their approach.

The fighters were man's last chance. If one made it through to the enemies stronghold, then a planet buster would do its job, as required. Yet if there was the expected planetary defence expected, then any fighters destroyed would leave such devastation with the destruction of craft and bomb, that the ensuing blast-wave of energy could wring a planetary cataclysm. And Tyree was sending several wings of craft out there, piloted by the finest young men and women.

It was all the craft the Heracles had left, except for several craft that had been mothballed, after the starfighters arrival...

Then Tyree sighed, 'let them enjoy themselves a little longer.'

He picked up the mike to the intercom and spoke, “Captain, there'll be a slight delay.”