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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. David sat just behind the pilot's seat, looking out of the cockpit at the planet in front of them. The surface was mostly green, so he decided that there must be heavy greenery on the world. As they drew closer to it and farther away from the fleet of ships, a computerized voice said, "Discontinuing silent running." The engines of the Black Sun fighter powered up and Alex, the pilot, turned around in his chair.