Legends of Galactic Heroes - The Sleeping Dragon

Chapter 13

Yang and Attenborough were both busy walking through the hallway having a conversation whilst Yang simply goes through the papers he received from the count of Spartanians and the reserves added to them.

"Then, the other fleet commanders, eh? Yang, I hear your fleet will assault Iserlohn. What they're saying is... "The baby in diapers will kill the lion, all alone." But it was probably just drinking gossip." Dusty says to Yang, "It's pretty accurate, isn't it?" Attenborough then hesitates and says, "is it? If old man Bewcock of the 5th Fleet says one word... everybody will probably shut up." Yang says, "oh?" To Dusty since old man Bewcock basically reprimanded two men who believed that Yang was being senile.

Dusty then asks a question, "how about tonight? Don't become a target for gossip." Yang then completely stops and turns to him and speaks. "No... sorry, Attenborough. But couldn't we do it another time? There's less than a day left before the mobilization and I don't have any spare time at all." Dusty then says, "okay. Well at the next opportunity."

Yang then enters his office and sees his monitor for communication and puts his papers on his desk. He sits on his desk and give a very deep sigh and sees on his monitor that one of the button lighting on and off. He presses the button and sees Alex Cazerne, the man, the legend, and workhorse of the logistics of the Alliance Military and others as well. Yang knew he left a message and wasn't a live one. So he played it and listened to it.

"It's Cazerne. If you don't mind asking, is the Fleet Commander's chair comfortable? By the way, about the aide you requested from personnel..." yang then looks at the papers and start looking through them as he's listening to Cazerne. "Transferring a brilliant youngster was a tall order, but I found one who'll suit you. The Salutatorian graduate of the Officer's School Class of 794. Not exactly someone who was below average, he? Currently on duty in Information Analysis at the Joint Operations Division. Chief of Staff Greenhill, personally made the recommendation. You'll receive the records later."

The message then ends and the ringer for the door rings. "Come in," says Yang as he puts the paper down again on his desk unaware of the person entering the room.

He then turns and sees the most beautiful woman ever saw. She then click her heels and salutes. "Reporting! I have been been appointed as your aide. Lieutenant Junior Grade Frederica Greenfield." She ends the salute and Yang asks, "Frederica Greenhill? It can't be... Admiral Greenhill's..."

"Yes. I've heard all about you from my father." Frederica answers his non-formed question. Yang then clasps his hand and says, "that damned Cazerne. He set me up." "Huh?" Questions Greenhill and Yang speaks. No,... no. Well I'm at a loss. At any rate... pleased to meet you, I guess."

At the spaceport on Heinessen which was right next to the Strategic Planning Centre. Cazerne, Attenborough, and Julian watches as the soldiers start moving across the screen and even Yang who saluted to it briefly while walking. Knowing that the 13th fleet will do well and exceed more than the others in the Alliance Navy.

The Free Planets' 13th fleet, under the command of Rear Admiral Yang Wen-Li started on its journey to capture the Empire's Iserlohn Fortress.

The 5,646 shuttles of the 13th Fleet start to head to the ships of the fleet overhead: a hodge podge and a motley crew of both veterans and green soldiers. As both Sithole and Greenhill watch the shuttles leave. As they silently talk. "You seem pretty confident about Yang Wen-Li Sithole." Sithole slightly chuckled and says, "and you aren't?"

The shuttles then dock to all of the ships, ranging from destroyers to the flagship, Hyperion herself. Despite being a generation older and being a teal blue or dark turquoise, she was on par with the Ajax class flagships despite being smaller.