The Planet of Addiphate had a silvery glow about it. As one approached it from the outside edges of space, it glimmered in the distance, the first landmark to be seen after months and months of nothing but darkness.
Addiphate was a welcome sight.
The first airships belonging to the Internation Space Association approached Addiphate on February twenty-third of the year twenty-four thirty-two. Commander Lyndon was the first of the new arrivals to set foot on soil in over seven months.
He immediately made his way into the office of Commander Terrance, head of the Addiphatian sector of the ISA.
He didn't wait outside the door of the office and instead stepped inside unannounced. Terrance looked up from his desk, startled.
"We have a problem," Lyndon said immediately.
"C-commander Lyndon," Terrance said, standing. "What s-sort of p-problem?"
"Renegades," Lyndon said immediately. " Stole a military airship, shot down a racer jet, killed two agents about six months ago. We captured one of them, who is now in our custody, but the other six just... vanished. We know that they are headed here. We need to send out a transmission to every ship making it's way here. People need to know about this threat."
"Y-yes, sir. I'll g-get my people on that as s-soon as p-possible."
"Commander, you know there's no need to call me sir."
"Y-yes, of course. I o-only meant t-that..."
Lyndon set a stack of papers on the desk between them. "I had one of my trusted agents, Collin Ardent, write up a transmission to be sent. Please see to it that it is transmitted as soon as possible."
"Yes, s-sir!"
"No need to call me sir, Terrance." Lyndon said over his shoulder as he turned and disappeared out the door.
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The Seven Revels
SciencefictionEarth is dead. Seven teenagers managed to escape aboard a stolen airship and were caught by the International Space Association. In a desperate attempt to survive, they successfully made themselves enemies of the ISA and are now on the run from Agen...
