A bright engine stream flared up in the sky around Daedalus. Daedalus' bright sun Varstal was hidden behind the planet, and the stream disappeared a few minutes later as the ship riding it disappeared into the vast emptyness of space. On the bridge of that ship, the IVS Isis, all was calm. Captain Morvis Hanarock was highly appreciative of the way in which the Admiralty was reacting to the ambushes. Even more, she was giddy that they were entrusting her with the Isis, one of the new Polaris class battleships. A far heavier ship than the Fayton, a mere heavy cruiser. "Not even a rough time?"