The room is cold. Not cold, but fresh. Everything about this rock is colder than anywhere else. Above the round table walks like a cloud of insects, bright spots. Different light for different vessels. A huge aglutiment of orange color finds around Callisto. All around the projection, and access to the table, is a band of officers from all levels of the hierarchy. Steven slightly dominates the others with his statue of Vice-Admiral. "As you can see, our analysts are convinced that the strategy adopted by UNN in the event of an attack will be as follows." A huge blue dot wave converges on Callisto and Ganymede. Ganymede is lost to the UNN forces while those who came to destroy Callisto are destroyed. The simulation shows the forces in red attacked then Europa and Ganymede then Io. A long and costly victory in short. "But with the information in our pocket, we also think that this possibility is now on the table." The map dezomme and leaves the Jovian system to show also the Saturnian system. Red dots around Titan are being destroyed in a terrible digitized and inexhaustible battle. Then the remaining blue points converge on the Jovian system. - Not very optimistic perspectives. ,Says Wright as he breaks the silence. - Yeah, but the fact remains that our forces around Jupiter are very poorly secured., said an officer at the rank of captain with what seems to be insolence. What a lack of respect for the hierachy! - The current forces around Callisto *and* on Callisto are largely able to defend this frozen moon no matter if they bring half-deficient ships as a bonus with them in the assault! An officer expresses his disagreement. Another one goes up. A third hits the table with the palm of his hand while his assistant raises his fingers to indicate that he wishes to express himself. The meeting will be long....very long. But far from getting discouraged, he keeps his back straight and his hands pressed into each other. He listens carefully to each objection and counter-objection. If no one puts things in order, the laws of entropy may win. His footsteps echo in Callisto's icy corridors. The meeting was indeed long. But at least they managed to set up the different scenarios in case of an attack...for today! Since the beginning of the "crisis" situation. Everyone is on edge has constantly tried to "predict" enemy attacks and organize their defenses in the event of a surprise and unexpected attack. Two soldiers stand at the guard and hold out to you as he passes in front of them. With the Earth threatening war at any moment. The High Command believes that Callisto could be the target of the retaliations. But he knows that the real target of the moment is Io. It will only be a matter of time before Zay's machinations allow him to have the precious authorization to fly towards Io. The shuttle took off, leaving a blue trace behind him, to bring the Vice-Admiral aboard the Simurgh. The shipyards are busy with a feverish activity. Not the usual activity of the docks, with lights running from left to right, in a ballet aimed at repairing warships. Not that of a ballet fevered by the risk of an attack. Preparing every second for defense... or attack preparations. Attacking Callisto now would be suicide for anyone. The powerful orbital defense guns have been waiting for days for a victim. The ships parked on site are capable of delivering incredible firepower. And even those that are not finished, can be deadly. Since most of them have their combat systems already finished. In front of the Simurgh is the MCRN Ho-o. The ship may not yet be launched, but technicians assure me that its guns and PDC are largely capable of functioning. Below him are the lights of Port Hampton, nestled in its crater. Smoked columns are the only evidence of intense industrial activity. Further on the ice rink, which serves as the moon's ground, are the various major military bases of the MCR. Missile launcher base, anti-orbital gun and of course warehouses full of secrets. When his shuttle finally landed in the Simurgh hangar. Wright's nose is able to feel something very special. This mixed excitement has stress. The one you feel, the one you smell, the one you feel before every major battle. He is willing to bet that the same smell, the same feeling, the same atmosphere was palpable before every historical battle that there is in history. But this feeling is actually a cover for a more vicious third. The one to know, deep down inside, that someone is going to die. If batting takes place, there will be death. This feeling of knowing that his colleague, that he himself may or may certainly be part of the long list of deaths needed to have a victory. But everyone tries to forget that. Two more meetings are waiting for him. But he has time to go through his apartments first. The elevator opens its doors to unveil its lounge. The fireplace always "crackles" and a map of the solar system moves lazily around the room. The map disappears and the fire spreads while Wright activates his communication camera. A window is displayed with the photo of the correspondent. "Hi! I hope your day went well. I know I promised to help you with your math project. But nervous laugh you know me, duty always calls me. Um, I'm not going to hide things from you as they are. I'm not stupid, I know you're very interested in the news. So I don't really need to explain to you the situation I have to deal with. Long moment of silence. He tries several times to speak but the words die in before crossing his lips. If I don't come back.... I want you to be proud! Not from me, but about our intentions. What I do, I always did because I believed in it. I have always believed that my actions would make for a better world. A fairer, more stable world. But as time goes by, the lines become more obscured and it becomes difficult to fulfill my wish. His eyes sweep the void and seem unable to continue There are things I can't tell you about. And I wish I could do it so much! I wish so, so much, so much, to put an end to these ridiculous plots. Get this thing over with. To find a solution for the greater common good. Promise me, promise me that if I don't come back you'll take care of yourself. I know someone who can protect you and keep you. Someone who will probably be able to teach you how to make your dreams come true. If I don't come back....please. Don't forget me, don't forget the Simurgh and all those who died for the cause. Because I'll never forget you, son."