They Believed No Rescue Would Come Until’a Human Warship Emerged From

The colony of New Haven was dying, and first administrator Joreth knew there was no one left who could save them. The distress beacon had been transmitting for six long days, six days of silence while the ravager fleet tightened its blockade around the remote mining outpost. Joreth looked out through the Command Center's viewport at the enemy ships circling the planet like vultures. Later when the shock began to fade and the reality of their survival settled in, Joreth stood by the viewport, watching the retribution patrol the system. High above New Haven, the human warship held its silent guard, and for the first time in many nights, 12,000 souls slept in peace.