A ship passes near one of the five moons of Valiant Marne; one of the few moons near that the planet which could house life. A ship which was strikingly dissimilar to other ships that passed around the Vennesula Galaxy. The ship travelling slowly past the blue moons circulating around the green gaseous planet of Valiant Marne was travelling too slowly. The ship with its wider then usual wing span with jagged edges on the ends of its wings is a Crona Jet a ship of the enemy.

  The Crona Fighter Jet which has a mixture of black and dark green armour with its jagged edge wings flies past the moon called Valiant One, which was one of five moons which circled Valiant Marne. The Crona Jet flies past the moon unaware that it is being followed by two Galactic Fleet Jets which is coloured cream with green, red, white and blue on its sides which was also the colours of the main symbol of the Galactic Fleet.

  “A Crona Jet has flown past Valiant One, I repeat a Crona Jet as flown past Valiant One, permission to engage?” asked one of the pilots.

  “What is the speed Knight 328?” is the reply from the command centre.

  The pilot checks his speed and looks forward at the Crona jet he is following. “I’m guessing maybe ten or twelve parsecs.”

  The pilot looks at his fellow pilot next to him as they follow the Crona jet ‘Misaim, what you think is going on? He’s travelling too slowly.’

  “Yeah this is highly fricking irregular. Let’s wait for what our command is Shytan.” Misaim replies also looking forward at the Crona jet.

  “I just want to blow that alien demon out of our galaxy!” Shytan maintains resting his hand on the fire trigger on the steerer.

  “Knight 328,” calls the command centre.

  “Yes command centre.” Shytan said enthused.

  “Engage, but ask for details of intrusion, if the Encronian becomes a threat take them down.”

  “Yes Command!” Shytan yelled and looks at Misaim, “Misaim you heard that right?”

  “Yep, let’s engage.” Misaim said and both strap on their helmets with their communicators on them.

  Both the fighters move closer to the jet and Misaim speaks into his communicator while typing a code on the on board computer to his right 64987 flashes on the screen and then code accepted comes up on the screen as well as sound waves. “This is the Galactic Fleet; I need you to type in your reference code immediately.” Misaim said and every time he talks the sound waves change. No code comes up on the reference referral screen on his left. “I repeat this is the Galactic Fleet and I need to see your reference code immediately or we will engage.” Again no code comes up. “Okay Shytan you get your wish. I took out the last one so he’s all yours.”

  “Well thank you and I will do with all pleasure.” Shytan flipping the protective cover over the trigger and resting his thumb almost caressing the red button like it was a pet. “Command centre, Crona Jet did not reveal reference code and has not answered any communication. Permission to engage?”

  “Yes Knight 328.”

  “Thank you.” Shytan said and he moves his ship forward. ‘Gotta take you down you maggot. You and your race have got to learn,’ and as soon as he says that Crona jet takes off swerving to the right around Valiant three, ‘Oh we got a chaser!’ Shytan shifts up the steerer forward and the speed levels on the screen in front go up from blue to yellow. He chases the Crona Jet with Misaim in close proximity. The Crona jet darts from right to left and so does Shytan and Misaim, then red letters flash across the screen TARGETED!!! TARGETED!!! Shytan’s eyes open, ‘Misaim! He’s got back pulsars aiming right now!!’

  ‘Roger!!’

  The Crona jet opens fire with two weapons firing from the back at the two Galactic Fleet ships giving chase. Both Shytan and Misaim both avoid green pulsar blasts which fly past their ships. ‘Oh this guy’s a goner. Firing Section Pulsar left!’ Shytan said and presses the trigger blue pulsar blasts head toward the Crona jet which skilfully manages to manoeuvre each of the blasts. ‘Jeez I missed! This one’s a frequent flyer!’ Shytan said, ‘No matter he’s going to be flying in hell like the rest of them!’

  “You’re sounding confident Shytan!”

  “Got no reason to be otherwise! This guy is showing all the old moves, nothing special and nothing fricking intricate about his moves here!”

  The Crona Jet fires in more shots and again the two fighters are swerving out of the blast’s path. The Crona jet continues to fly round the moons of Valiant Marne. Shytan and Misaim both fire at the jet and both miss.

  “One thing Shytan.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t you think it’s weird that the jet is sticking on Valiant Marne? That it’s just going round these moons and not forward to Speciour or Andula?”

  “Well if this demon is going round then you cut him off and go around and meet him head on!” Shytan said.

  “Roger!” Misaim shouts and flips his ship around and heads in another direction. Shytan keeps shooting while avoiding attacks from the jet. Misaim goes around Valiant Marne in speed racing to catch the Crona jet and just like great timing the jet and Shytan appear in front of him. “I see you!”

  “Good I’m going to shoot and make him go left, take him down Misaim!” Shytan said and fires two shots at the Crona Jet, one which makes him swerve right and the other with swerves the jet to the left where a blast coming from the front blasts the left wing of the Crona Jet which falls and crash lands onto Valiant Four. “Great shot Misaim you got that demon!”

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  “Well I learnt from the best! Misaim shouts exhilarated and somewhat exhausted tapping his heart as the moment almost got to him. Both see a small explosion as the Crona jet hits the cold blue rock of Valiant Four.

  “Command we’ve taken down the jet and we’re going down for recovery.” Shytan speaks into his communicator.

  “Acknowledged.”

  Both Knights go down into the blue moon of Valiant Marne. They land comfortably and they attach their air jackets to their helmets and lock their suits. Both come out of their ships and land and bounce on the atmosphere of the moon. There is no gravity and bound along to the crashed jet. The top was open and they seen the Encronian slumped near the right wing, but part of the body was still attached to his seat attachments. His eyes closed with some of his body burned and fire evaporated almost immediately into smoke. The pilots keep looking at the body and then search through the rest of the ship and find one thing; “Look Shytan,” Misaim said while holding something, “A computer. It’s been damaged.” He said looking at the screen with green undecipherable symbols running along.

  “Does it still work?”

  “I don’t know, but we have to get it back to command centre now.”

  At the lab technicians work hard to relay the information. The undecipherable symbols causing real spot of bother for all the technicians. “Look’s like we’re going to have to work though the night on this one my dear fellows.” Marcos Ventillmento the lead technician of the Galactic Fleet. Everyone else dressed in white jackets and wearing glasses sighs and groans in disbelief. “Don’t complain. This is our job and it’s not often that we get hold of the Encronians technology.”

  They work through the night reading read outs, going into old manuals and charts. Then Marcos virtually asleep has a thought and types in a code. Suddenly all the symbols turn into words, English words and instead of going sideways which the symbols were doing the words went up vertically. Marcos opens his eyes and his mouth opens in shock.

  Marcos opens the doors to the office of Commander General Venston Blake. As he opens the door General Blake looking at some papers on his desk. He looks up with his white beard and imposing shoulders, he wears the colours of the galactic fleet on his uniform and he smiles at Marcos who came in rushed, but now in the great presence of the general slows and looks a bit nervous almost in awe of the great man in front.

  “You said this was urgent Marcos.” General Blake said with his deep, but weirdly softening tones.

  “Yes general,’ Marcos said as he moves closer to the desk of General Blake. ‘The Encronian ship that was near Valiant Marne and was subsequently shot down,”

  “Sit down Marcos. Speak slowly.” General Blake said and Marcos looks at him almost surprised and sits down in front of the General.

  “There was a computer. It was still working, but it had symbols, a language of old Encronian language on it which made it hard to decipher.”

  “You have managed to decipher it Marcos?” The General asks.

  “Yes and we found something.” Marcos said and passes the general a piece of paper. A printout. The General eyes rise and he studies the contents of the paper.

  “This isn’t?” The General asks aghast.

  “Yes, general it is.” Marcos said with all seriousness.

  General Blake nods and presses a button on his right hand side and a screen comes up from the table. On the screen is a woman with a headset again wearing Fleet colours ‘yes general?’ she said.

  “Yes Monia, I need you to get Captain Thernright to come to my office immediately.”

  “Yes general.” She said and the screen goes black. General Blake looks at the printout and shakes his head.

  “It cannot be.” He said to himself.

  Captain Thernright, a tall, muscular and imposing man walk through the door in full Galactic Fleet uniform and salutes the General. “Sit down Captain.” The General says and Captain Thernright sits next to Marcos who shakes his hand.

  “General I got your message and came as soon as I could.” Captain Thernright says and looks at Marcos. “I swear I know you. You are from tech ops right?”

  “Yes Captain.” Marcos said proudly.

  “Captain we have a situation on our hands. You know of the Encronian jet which was shot down yesterday?”

  “Yes, but it was not any of my men, but Captain Milestone’s.” Thernright said.

  “Yes I know Captain, but this involves you. A computer was found in the wreckage, a workable computer. Marcos.”

  “Yes, we had to decipher an old language from the Encronians which was bonded in with a very exclusive code.”

  “How old was the language?” Captain asks.

  “Round about a hundred years near the Angelis period.” Marcos answers. “So we by luck managed to decipher the code and translate the symbols which were of course English words. We found this.” Marcos passes the printout to Captain Thernright who looks confused at first.

  “What? What is this?” The Captain asked.

  “That is an assassination list Captain. The pilot was an assassin though strangely enough it seems like he wanted to get caught.” General Blake said.

  “Yeah I heard about the constant flying around Valiant Marne.” Thernright said. “So you think that this might have been a distraction for the real assassin to pass through or that they want us to know about this list?”

  “I had the exact thought Captain, but you haven’t read the entire list haven’t you?” General Blake said as Captain Thernright’s eyes pass from the names on the list. “There are a hundred names on that list front and back with the usual suspects with politicians and scientists there, my name and yours is also there,”

  “Oh I see.” Thernright said, “I’ve been on those lists since the Falconen wars,”

  “Captain, turn the paper to the other side and take a look at the last name of the list.” General Blake said and the Captain turns the list round and his eyes at first scan the paper and then rise.

  “No, how would they?”’

  “I don’t know, but his name is on the list. Last.”

  Captain Thernright shakes his head and covers his mouth. “How do they know that he is in New Earth? That he is alive?”

  “I don’t know Captain, but that is for you to find out.”

  “Lathan Thorne. I thought he was well protected.” Thernright said

  “Lathan Thorne is now a target. We have to find him and protect him.” General Blake said and Captain just keeps looking at the name Lathan Thorne.

  “Not him.” Captain Thernright said to himself. “Not him.”