“Phantom One, locked in position,” Josh stated in his comlink.
“Phantom Two, locked in position,” Pack added a moment later. “Storm is increasing.”
“Affirmative, Phantom Two. Legion fleet is almost in range, hold position until signaled,” base ordered on the communication channels set up to prevent the Legion from intercepting their messages.
Josh glanced out the cockpit of the shuttle before looking down at the display. The small Service Bot that Bantu had programmed for them was updating information every few minutes. Wind speeds had increased and blinding sheets of sleet cut a diagonal path along the surface of the moon.
“If the storm increases, will it affect the fighters?” Cassa asked in a worried voice.
“It could,” Josh responded. “It will also help to conceal the base from the
