ship. The ISS Harbinger’s current whereabouts and destination are not yet known. No comment from the Fifth Fleet yet." The screen went blank and was replaced by the image of a military officer at a desk. He wore a standard blue-and-black uniform and on his lapel was the amethyst insignia for Second Commodore. "This is Second Commodore Miguel Shenkov, commander of Praxis Station," he said, Calvin looked up to see the message displaying on all screens in the bar, and was probably being broadcast throughout the entire station. "Everyone on board is ordered to go directly to their quarters and remain until further notice. I promise you, you'll know more when I know more. But for now, this station depends on your complete and orderly cooperation to ensure everyone’s safety. All active crew will report to their stations and local commanders. This is an order." The message repeated over and over, drowning out the nervous chatter and panic. "What do we do?" asked Shen, looking at Calvin with earnest eyes. "Do as he says. Go to your quarters. And you'll know more when he knows more." "Just like that?" Sarah asked. "Just like that." Calvin nodded. Until he was given orders otherwise, or activated by Intel Wing, he and his crew were on shore leave and fell under the jurisdiction of the local authorities. "However, you might want to hold off on unpacking your bags. I'm willing to bet every warship within two sectors will be activated within the hour." The door burst open and marines filed in, ordering everyone to systematically evacuate the club. Calvin lined up with the others and headed for his room. Already trying to decide whether Raidan had somehow been behind the attack or if it was a setup meant to appear that way.
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