The Alert Klaxon gave a short peal throughout the ship.<i>Thirty minutes to jump exit. Secure all loose equipment.</i><br/>At least, that was the new procedure, the ink had barely dried so to speak and here they were already drilling it like it had been standard operating procedure for years.<br/>"Condition Blue set throughout the fleet, sir."<br/><br/>"Excellent. Inform the Hecate that she will be taking our right flank when we emerge." Hawkins  stated, his hands folded neatly behind his back as he steps up to the CAC table.<br/><br/>It has been a long night, and promised to be a rather long day ahead two. He was feeling rather crowded on his bridge. And Hawkins hated a crowded bridge.<br/><br/>The Noble Guard from the Alliance had been watching him for the last eight hours now, picking apart his ever movement, ready to pounce on any mistake and the Immortal, well he only caught glimpses of him, but always out of the corner of his eye before the "man in the iron mask" skulked off silently.<br/><br/>Maybe it was the mask, or maybe it was the imposing size of this power armoured warriors that gave him thoughts of early retirement. There was one thing to be said for retirement on Venus. No one from the Imperial military would ever bother you there.<br/><br/>Hawkins sighed wistfully, looking up at the dancing streamers once again, which had changed from a deep purple and blue hues to that of gold, orange and red not unlike sunset on the moors.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>