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The shape of a lone Black Sun fighter spacecraft cut silently through the vacuum of space. The stealthy ship was hidden from all sensors, both visual and electronic, of all the ships in the CEL Corporation's fleet. Black like the void, it slipped by the hull of a CEL cruiser like a piece of space junk, unimportant and unnoticed. Once it was about thirty kilometers away from the giant warship, the small ship's ion engine powered up and it sped away toward its objective. Alex sat at the controls, looking at stats of the ship's course and landing point. His crewmates were in the storage area directly behind the cockpit, watching as the planet in front of them grew larger and larger. A screen at the left of his vision started to blink, and a computerized voice said, "Discontinuing silent running." Alex turned to the rest of the assassins.