Free Birthright: Battle for the Confederation- Consequence by Ryan Krauter Page B

through Priman space.
                  The low-grade scanners on the pirate ship hadn't even detected the event, but they'd been only seconds away from the sensor threshold of a Priman light cruiser that had been patrolling the area they'd passed through a few hours ago.  Perhaps ignorance was bliss.
                  "Well," Captain Elco began from where he stood behind Lieutenant Caho's sensor station, "now the hard part begins.  We're about to cross into what everyone would agree is the area the Primans consider their own pacified space."
                  "Oh wonderful," Caho said with a grimace.  "Because the easy part was such a cakewalk.  We needed the extra challenge to really feel rewarded for our efforts, right Captain?"
                  "They won't sing songs about us later if we don't take any risks, Lieutenant," Elco replied with a fatherly smile.  "Only a day and a half and then we stand off and watch the planet they're headed for.  We'll need to be on our toes because Loren may or may not be able to get a good signal through when they leave again.  Just like we briefed; we'll watch every ship in and out, every long distance transmission, and decode everything we can.  If they leave by different means than the pirate frigate, we can't afford to lose them.  According to Velk, the best chances of success are if they head to Callidor.  If he's going to get anywhere with their Council, that's the place to be, so anything that looks like it's going that way is a priority as well.  You've trained some great sensor operators, but I'll need you ready to go whenever something interesting happens."
                  "Well, I guess it's good job security for me."
                  Elco chuckled and clapped her on the shoulder as he straightened up and took a half step aft to look at the main damaged control and status board.  Avenger still wasn't ready for a major engagement.  One laser battery was completely inop, two more were down to a single functioning barrel, and one of their mag shield generators was twitchy which was reducing their cloaking efficiency.  In addition, his ship was down to just three out of the four torpedo tubes fore and aft.  After years of war and sporadic yard time, his ship needed some serious TLC in a shipyard.  He and his whole crew should be getting gift baskets from grateful yard workers who would have months of secure work ahead of them with all the repairs Avenger deserved.  That of course was based on Avenger making it to a yard and not being yet another casualty of war in the meantime.
     
     
                  The pirate frigate held on the outer fringes of the Moor System.  The place was  unremarkable; two planets at habitable distance, one a little too warm and the other a little too cold.  A few gas giants further out that provided mining opportunities.  The planets themselves were nice enough but attracted people who worked for the various interests there rather than people looking for a great place to start a new adventure.
                  It was more popular as a stopover point where several commercial spacelanes converged, and as a result much of the local business was done among the dozens of immense high-orbit stations. 
                  Since it was in conquered Enkarran space, it was now considered Priman territory.  While the Primans had done a masterful job of relocating or outright evicting dozens of Enkarran planets at the heart of their territory, planets like this one were lower on the list.  As such, the Enkarrans had already been moved to the colder of the two planets and now waited in limbo to see what their future held, while the Primans had settled in on the warmer of the two.  Traffic in and out of the system was locked down; unlike Callidor and some other possessions in neutral or Confed space, the Primans had no reason to make any sort of