Murmansk Sector...Baltic Asteroid Belt...
Local Time: 09:13 [Terran Standard]
"Delta Four this is Delta Lead, what is your position over?"
"Delta Lead, Four here, I'm in sub-sector Gamma Six near the Black Reach planetoid."
"Copy Four, keep a sharp eye out and for the love of the Premier do NOT drift off your assigned patrol path."
"Understood...Sir...
A lone Snub-Fighter sped through the field, avoiding local mining teams and rogue planetoids as he dodged and weaved through the treasonous field, relying upon both his instincts and the sensors to determine the best flight-path to follow along their patrol route. the pilot's face was concealed by a helmet with a black visor concealing any facial features, the helmet was painted red with a hammer sticker on the side of it while a sickle was on the other side. His hands was gripping a pair of joysticks that controlled the Fighter's speed, direction and weapons, all around the cockpit Combat Displays and Holographic Terminals illuminated the small space where the pilot was, a small picture of a group of men in gray flight-suits posing for the camera in the middle of a wheat field was stuck in the corner of the cockpit's space. The Kremlin Fighter had limited capacity for independent travel, however it had more than enough H-3 Fuel to do several sweeps of this belt and still have enough to get back to Terra Nova. The pilot gave a small sigh, thankful that the comms weren't sensitive enough to pick it up. Patrolling the Baltic Field was a tiresome and boring job, pilots got stuck babysitting these miners if they did something to annoy the brass or for training...He unfortunately was the former, he managed to grate the nerves of the Admiral onboard the Dreadnought 'Karl Marx' where he was assigned so he was assigned to patrol this boring part of the C.K.S.R...He'd rather be patrolling in the Braunschweig Sector, at least then there was the possibility of Pirates attacking, Murmansk was simply too well protected as the heart of the C.K.S.R....Even the JiangXi Sector was more interesting....
Murmansk Sector, Outer Rim, Coalition People's Warship 'Karl Marx'
The Observation Deck of the 'Marx' was rather unremarkable, a cold unfeeling deck that reached for several feet across the room with one side having a holographic display of the outside, the edge of the Murmansk Sector was unremarkable, the only real stellar body of interest was the Omega-14 Nebula located 2 Light Years away, an expedition was being prepared for that region, the ongoing search for raw resources to fuel their rather fragile economy was always a high priority, the Karl Marx was the 'Final Guardian' of Murmansk before that team jumped into hyperspace, they would be the last thing they saw before making the journey there. Admiral Kulov stood in the center of the room, gazing out the window towards the orange-coloured nebula, his hands idly brushed at the sleeves of his black uniform before straightening out his cap.
As he gazed out of the window the intercom came to life.
"Admiral Kulov, this is the CIC, we are reading a spatial distortion several thousand kilometers away in the direction of the Omega-14 Nebula, please advise.."
Kulov sighed as he briefly took off his cap to run a hand through his black greying hair tiredly, his response was quick and rather short.
"Ignore it for now, so long as it's not a daring pirate vessel trying to sneak past us. Monitor the situation and continue to keep be appraised of the ongoing situation, Kulov Out."
With that the Comm went silent and he returned his full attention towards the nebula, trying to enjoy these few peaceful moments he had, while they had expelled the corporations long ago the people still lived in fear that they might return or something even more sinister was out there...Waiting for it's chance to strike...One had to enjoy such calm moments while they lasted, otherwise they would never get them back...
