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Sean Miller was on a trip to the Kivean’s colony to
discuss some design problems with a new power system design.
    “We have four
battlecruisers currently under construction,” Ethan answered. “We’re making
them as automated as possible to allow for smaller crews. The Kiveans have been
extremely helpful with this. We have about a dozen of their engineers assisting
us.”
    Mason nodded.
He knew that warship production was a major priority. The battlecruisers were
all being built in the massive spacedock here at Vesta. All other warship
construction, including the light cruisers, was being done on Centerpoint
Station in orbit between the Earth and the Moon.
    Their meal was
served and the group continued to talk about problems in their various colonies
and what was needed as they ate. Adrienne was taking notes to help remind Mason
of everything. She also had a small recording device to remind her of what had
been said so she could transcribe it later. She had decided to eat light and
was only having a garden salad so she could continue to take notes during the
meal.
    It was only
after the meal was over and everyone was leaving that she realized that Mason
had pretty much been appointed by the group as president of the survivors of
the Human race. She paused in her steps and blinked her eyes as she realized
the full enormity of what had just happened. Did that make her the First Lady?
She giggled and shook her head. Mason was the one that would be making policy
decision, and she would continue in her secretarial duties. She knew her
husband could handle it; he had a knack for doing the right thing and making
difficult decisions.

Chapter Three
    General
Mitchell leaned back in his chair and gazed across his desk at Fleet Admiral
Kirby. They had been discussing Major Nelson’s current mission to the Kleese communication
facility. They were aboard the massive Kleese space station that had been
renamed Centerpoint. It had been nicknamed this as nearly all the surviving
people from Earth had been brought to the station before being dispersed to
other settlements across the Solar System.
    “What if the
Kleese realize it was us that hit the facility?” asked Kirby worriedly, as he
thought about the fleet he had at his disposal. He currently had twelve battlecruisers
in his fleet with four more under construction at Vesta. He knew the Kleese had
possibly thousands of the two hundred-meter assault ships available and an
unknown number of their large disk shaped mother ships.
    “It’s a
possibility,” Mitchell conceded as he tapped his index finger on his desk. It
had been a calculated risk to undertake this mission, but the intelligence they
could garner made that risk worthwhile. They were about to embark upon a
guerrilla war with the Kleese, and the more information they had, the better
they could plan.
    “I hope the
mission doesn’t encounter a Kleese mother ship,” Michael added worriedly with
his brow creasing. “They’re a long way from home and they only have the one
battlecruiser. We should've sent some assault ships along just in case they ran
into trouble.”
    “This was a
stealth mission,” General Mitchell reminded Michael. “More ships could have
endangered the mission.”
    The
Constellation was a long way from potential help. Michael had given Colonel
Adamson direct orders to abandon the mission rather than endanger his ship. The
Human race couldn’t afford to lose one of their valuable battlecruisers this
early in the conflict. He wondered if it had been a mistake to send this
mission.
    General
Mitchell stood up and walked over to a map that showed the area of space the
Kleese controlled. It was a rough sphere nearly sixteen thousand light years
across with the Solar System just on the outer edge. He stood there for a
moment, studying it, and then turned back around to face Admiral Kirby. They
were going to have to make some very difficult decisions in the coming months.
    “Marken
insists that the