WfR9: Fuldin Gap Run

"The Gap are mostly stable rocks - they don't turn like Tapzin City. It's the sun-most point of Tapzin Field, as far as you can get from TC, and ironically as close as you can to Portus." Commander D'Iræ cleared her throat, allowing her officers and flight commanders time to study the crystal-projected map, straight from the mycelial-gem hybrid brain of the ship.

"The cloudy stuff underneath is also mostly on top," she continued. "The Gap is the way through, but it's narrow. A fighter can sink into a lethal dust cloud before noticing it visually. They are NOT stable."

The huddled officers nodded. It was fairly standard terrain for asteroid fighting. "And 2nd Group is engaging Lengin Clan?" one asked.

"With most of Third, yes. We'll hit Pajol with two extra cruisers, but it's just us. We've heard they took the worst of the battle with Skorosh, though." D'Iræ registered no concern - but some nagged anyway. She kept that to herself. "We expect to fatally injure both Clans."