The Alliance cruiser I.A.V. Durmstrang was a monolithic bulk whose mass reared up in the space above planet Pegasus. Walking down one of its endless and countless hallways was Commander Remo. His meteoric rise in rank during Unification had less to do with the fact that his father was high ranking general and more to do with his Browncoat kill rate. What the Alliance didn't know was that Remo had broken nearly every treaty and accord ever imposed to get those rates. The way he covered it up was simple. Most battles he fought in, he was the sole survivor. While the Alliance thought this was either luck or skilled soldiering, Remo was content in the knowledge that there were no loose ends. If you killed them all, that was.

And, he had.

As he entered the gargantuan bridge aboard the Durmstrang, Remo demanded "Report!"

Typically speaking, there was no slacking or horseplay or inattention to detail aboard an Alliance cruiser. On Remo's cruiser, the punishments for such behavior was brutal. So, while people sat a little straighter in their seats when he came in, there was little to no motion upon hearing his voice on the bridge.

Lt. Kelly, a recent Allaince Academy graduate, and no slouch herself when it came to brutal reparations visited on her own crew, approached Remo silently.

"Call up the orbitals, Chief."

An older man standing behind the nav console expertly pressed a few buttons, and the viewer window was at once covered with what appeared to be a thermographic view of the planet below.

Pegasus was hot, but only over one third of her surface. The colonists that the Alliance had "transplanted" here had taken to staying around the volcanoes. Though it was more dangerous, it kept the Alliance from knowing exactly what they were up to with their orbital thermography. Dead in the center of this orbital, was a large, obivously active volcano. At the edge of the picture, there was what looked like two very small people, and a little further out, a small cadre