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As the Wanderer followed the rest of the fleet into normal space Jess felt something inside relax. They were here. The battle was about to start. Somehow the fragile alliances Admiral North’s fleet was made of had held. This was their chance to end the threat of an unending wave of Limited once and for all.
Thirty seconds later and he was a knot of tension again. Dozens… no hundreds of shuttles had launched from all over the fleet, and from the few comms the Wanderer had been able to pull out of the roar of messages none of it was planned.
Some ships hadn’t launched any shuttles but they seemed to be the targets for the shuttles which had launched. It made no sense at all. Was there a fight going on within the fleet? Was this a coup? What did it mean for the coordinated assa
