Last time in Pluto

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Emon never thought he'd ever qualify in the Space Force, so being in charge of carrier group was never not ironic. Commandeering a Jupiter class frigate was certainly an upgrade from driving hover-pods above the Olympus Mons skyway. This good feeling would most certainly end should he get executed by the Ganymede patrol fleet blocking his way.

His fellow captains voiced their displeasure through the comms. "Why are they this far close to Pluto? Do we have any leaks?" Captain Amit was ever suspicious and weary. I told you morons that we shouldn't trust that rat from Luna! Now we may all pay the price."

"Has the fear jammed your brain? Or is it the nano-meds? We all have a grudge against that Terran tyrant. You are doing his work for him at this rate."

"Shut it! Not a word you two! I'm assessing the present situation." I wasn't the first-time captain Ali's loyalty to the revolution was questioned, it wouldn't be the last either. If they survived today that is.

He turned his attention to his crewmates, "Taj, have they answered our hail?"

"No, sir. I suspect they already know about our cargo. Dr. Osama hasn't been able to contact for some days. I only hope he got a clean death."

He stayed silent for few moments. Searching for solutions that didn't exist. "Alright, we still have some cyber bomb, don't we? Try to jam their ships for few secs, see if we can still escape this shit."

The flickering lights let him know that his gambit has spectacularly backfired. "I thought we were the ones doing the cyber-attack. How did they lock us up?"

"Does, it matters now anyway sir?" "I guess not. I really thought it would be like all those other times. Attention to all captains! We all know what's inside the storage of our ships, we can't let the regime have them. So, this is my last order, initiate protocol 62! I repeat! initiate protocol 62!"

He logged out of the link, knowing the other captains were doing the same. "Siam, do you think the shockwave would take out some of their ships too?" "At least some of them. Count down has 30 seconds left sir. I'll be in my seat."

"Screw the senate! Screw the director! Screw all of them!" To say the least, the rebel alliance commodore didn't intend to die quietly in the eternal night. He at least hoped the corps suffered as much possible from the nuclear blast from his ship's engine. He looked at the miserable piece of crap known a Pluto one last time.