_[[Angelica Triggs|Angelica]]:_ _1 July, WY603 - [[Foxglove|Sunrise Bay]], [[Foxglove]]_ You tap your fingers on the console impatiently. While you were waiting for the shuttle to make it over to [[Foxglove|Sunrise Bay]] to rescue [[Dirk Yang|Dirk]]'s girlfriend, you put together a worm to scan local security data for certain indicators and send it back. Then there was a frantic twenty minutes of shooting down missiles. Then you set the worm free while waiting on the shuttle to get back. [[Foxglove|Sunrise Bay]] and [[Foxglove|Skinner's Point]] already came back. But it's a twenty minute round-trip all the way down to [[Foxglove|Shithole]], and a full forty to Kodiak and back. [[Foxglove|Sonora]] and [[Foxglove|Nevada City]] come back while the shuttle is docking and everyone's distracted getting the survivors settled. *Nothing.* [[Foxglove|Shithole]] comes back next. Your program returns footage of some known [[Foxglove Liberation Party|FLP]] members staking out a bar full of [[Whistler Defense Force|WDF]] [[Whistler Defense Force|Marines]]. Unremarkable and unsurprising. [[Aiden Harlan|Aiden]] and [[Cara Burton|Cara]] have said their goodbyes to Captain Banks and the ship is burning at 1G to dive distance. *Tap, tap, taptaptap.* Another thirty minutes later and Kodiak comes back. *Gotcha, you old pirate.* The program returns security camera footage of [[Jack Cartwright|Jack]] entering a Saint Anna's Of The Belts aid center. A short time later, [[Divyash Shaw]] comes out. Time stamp was about four weeks ago - after he'd disappeared but before he filed the trust. _4 July, WY603 - Dive Space_ You're swiping through engagement footage captured from the battles across [[Foxglove]]. Murphy-class destroyers absolutely ravaging the smaller but vastly more nimble and numerous [[Whistler Defense Force|Navy]] patrol craft at [[Foxglove|Shithole]], [[Foxglove|Nevada City]], and [[Foxglove|Sonora]]. Something's not sitting right. You're not a naval strategist, but something is *different* from the other attacks by the insurgents. _7 July, WY603 - [[Whistler|Trinity Station]], [[Whistler]]_ It's 2 a.m. ship-time. Almost everyone is off on Trinity getting some time away. You're sitting with a mug of tea with your feet up on the holo-table in the CIC, scrolling back and forth through naval combat footage. Destroyers pop out from asteroid fields and execute a perfectly-timed dance against a series of automated weapon emplacements and small craft. They're way too big to be performing like that in close-quarters, and the crews of those ships must be hurting from the Gs, but the elegance of the maneuver is incredible. "Battle of Seneca," says [[Roland Denhardt|Roland]], giving you a start. He'd been up at the helm all this time and you hadn't realized it. He's turned the seat around and is resting his chin on the rail, watching the holo from above. "Excuse me?" "Battle of Seneca," he repeats, gesturing at the holo. "Must've been...I dunno, back in 589 or so when we'd started the invasion of the [[Grove]] system. Classic [[Jack Cartwright|Jack]]. He had the crews pre-treat themselves for high-g maneuvers with a cocktail of drugs for a few days, let them operate those old Murphys way beyond the normal maneuvering envelope without stroking out. No one would ever have thought to use destroyers like that in close quarters, especially not against wolf-packs of SPCs with more than enough teeth to take a cruiser or better." You shudder slightly as it all falls into place. You know what's different with the insurgency's tactics. "I mean," [[Roland Denhardt|Roland]] continues, "that's always been his brilliance: fearless, tactics-in-depth, and a streak of the devious. I doubt anyone alive could match him with a destroyer battle-group..." He trails off, suddenly pensive. He blinks a few times and looks at the holo again. "[[Roland Denhardt|Roland]]," you say softly, gesturing at the holo, "this wasn't Seneca fourteen years ago...." "This was [[Foxglove|Nevada City]] last week."