Caoimhe and Turlough made yet another pass of the tip of the convoy, looking for anything out of place or a craft having difficulties. All the time they kept glancing back at the planet. Their arrival could not have gone un-noticed yet there had been no reply to any of their communications so far. They had approached with as much caution as possible, shields down weapons off line and they had made a conscious decision to aim for one of the moons rather than the prime planet. Caoimhe hoped desperately that the ad hoc and, often inappropriate, nature of many of the craft would clearly show they were no invasion force, more the result of an attempt to use any vehicle that was space worthy. They were after all the last surviving few of a race that had lived for millions of years, The rich, the powerful, the desperate and the insane, examples of any of these could be found here but they all had one thing in common, they were the lucky few that had escaped the invasion one way or another, at least so far,
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