[Location: Edge of the Xephos Solar System - Planet HGP1]
A messenger rushed into the royal palace. He knelt down, head down, eyes focused on the floor. "Mighty God-Emperor and Unquellable Luster Empress... I come bearing news of the inner planets." The messenger gulped, throat dryer than eating sand from a desert as the Emperor leaned forward in his throne. "You are permitted to speak, messenger. Be quick with your news." The Emperor's cold, life-draining tone of voice boomed. It seemed to echo across the whole throne room, as he command the very air within it. "Of course, my Emperor. According to our scouts... the battered and beaten groups hiding on the inner planets... have met in secret. There are no signs of an attack, but the scouts had me rush to deliver their report.
The Emperor's hand grasped the throne's golden handles. "WHAT... DID... YOU... SAY!?!?" His rage-filled voice slammed into the messenger like a tsunami's wave crashing upon him... rather, through him. Before the messenger could reply, the Empress silenced her husband. "Messenger, take this message to the general, to the scouts, and to our armada...", the Empress' voice was calm, but full of bloodlust and disdain, "We leave of the inner planets in forty-two hours. Do not fail to heed my recall." She ordered of the messenger then assured her husband that she'd handle this...once and for all.
Meanwhile... [Location Xephos-2: Fraction-Remnant's Homebase]
Prescott, Theta, Genesis, Michigan, Kali, and Argo worked together get a base, small barracks, and water processers functional. As Prescott and Michigan, long with their crews, worked on their headquarters, the song Way Back Home by Bob Crosbey and the Bobcats rang out from speakers. Prescott hummed the tune as he held up a metal girders for Jetscott to rivet into place. Argo and his crew operated excavation equipment they'd brought from their homeworld to use to create their new colony. There, Dresscott and Sesscott, the Spirit of Freedom's quartermaster, coordinated dig sights, depths, and the whole operation's logistics as all six groups worked together to get their new home a little closer to feeling like home.
While most of the groups worked on getting their headquarters, barracks, and water processors built, Arscott and Russcott, the Spirit of Freedom's Ammunition Aquisition Specialist, along with a small mix of the groups' personnel, took inventory of every ships weapons and ammo count. "Report, Team Rust-Kissers. What are your numbers?" Said Arscott with a joking tone of voice. "Ma'am", a Clarityian female's voice said over the radio, "we have fully function pulse cannons, ion 65 ion-torpedos, 400 hyper-shells, and for our ammo count, we have enough to last several rotation... I-I mean months." Arscott nodded, "That'll do. All other teams... one at a time... report your numbers." She ordered gritting her teeth.
The Radium-Edison's Humans, the Sardon-Atlas' Talonites, and the Pacifics had the worst habit of all chiming in at once, making it impossible for Arscott to remotely understand a single word said. However, before anyone could report, Bresscott's voice came over the radio. "Eros! Eros! Eros!" She yelled into the radio, which was a code-word for cease all operations - major emergency." Arscott yelled out, "YOU HEARD HER! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" Arscott and the others rushed to Arscott's location in a dead sprint, weapons drawn, ready for a fight. However, as the six crews arrived, Bresscot and her mixed team of Intelligence Officers were receiving chatter from the edge of the solar system.
They'd been utilizing the Spirit of Freedom's deep space auto-scanning audio sattelite to check for electromagnet waves. However, with the bypass filter unplugged, they stumbled upon the Snowesian's military command frequency, by total accident. "Reporting Eros Situation", started Bresscott, "at 1400 hours, we stumbled onto the military command frequency of the Snowesian Imperium's Space Navy." Bresscott's voice tensed up as she said, "They will attack all of the inner Xephos solar system planets within 12 hours from now..." Murmurs of worry erupted from the six-crew crowd. However, Prescott dragged a crate over to stand taller than them. "LISTEN UP!" He yelled. "We knew this day would come. So long as we stick to the plan your leaders and I created, we have nothing to fear! NOW...", Prescott smirked as he'd been preparing for this part of the speech since the secret leaders' meeting a night ago.
"ALL FRACTION-REMNANTS, BOARD YOUR SHIP AND PREPARE FOR BATTLE..."