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Especially in Western cultures, an engagement ring is a ring indicating that the person wearing it is engaged to be married. In the United Kingdom, and North America, engagement rings are traditionally worn only by women, and rings can feature gemstones.
A ring given by a man to a woman when they agree to marry
a ring given and worn as a sign of betrothal
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store

A quantity or supply of something kept for use as needed
a supply of something available for future use; "he brought back a large store of Cuban cigars"
A retail establishment selling items to the public
Store-bought
keep or lay aside for future use; "store grain for the winter"; "The bear stores fat for the period of hibernation when he doesn't eat"
shop: a mercantile establishment for the retail sale of goods or services; "he bought it at a shop on Cape Cod"

the friction of fiction: chpt XII

Warning: Mature content

XII
EAGLE EYE ONE
The Golean Mons incident:

Temporarily assigned the esteemed role of tactical forward observation, for the proud and highly revered Duel class battleship Nantucket, and her generously over compensated fleet of hand picked escort vessels, the Alice Paul and her Phase Two sister combatants, the Zena Licica, and the Emma Edmond, had been awarded the honor of spear heading the Nantucket battle group in an operation deemed extremely sensitive by the Alliance fleet command. When Zebby had over heard a huddled group of fresh ground coffee totting officers ruminating on the gun deck, gloating pretentiously amongst themselves about the assignment, he’d allowed a grin to adorn his face, despite the fact that at the time he was deeply engrossed in a fine toothed comb inspection and recalibration of battery one’s already flawless plasma accelerator circuitry.
Having already been assigned to one of the most esteemed vessels aloft, had been more then Zebby dared wish for strait out of basic training. That alone had been a monumental moment permanently etched into his mind, but after being under handed by Shadrack Rowbury, despite his bennys, for the better part of a year, the opportunity to further show his worth amongst the single most decorated battle group in Alliance history had Zebby practically foaming at the mouth with anticipation. It was no a well guarded secret that the Nantucket and her battle group had carved a name for themselves near the moment they had cast off, dominating each and every engagement they ever took part in. And the Nantucket group engaged a lot.
Flawless and fearless, the Nantucket battle group would intercept without hesitation or regard to life, limb, numbers or space related anomalies, or circumstances for that matter, and time and time again, they would dominate a brush against out weighed odds. That alone had Zebby figuring what ever direction it was they were planning to aim the Alice Paul, it would most certainly be placing them into harms way. As far as Zebby, and his desire to gain a pip and a benny, here and there, was concerned, that was a good thing.
Despite having finally established a well pronounced Alliance presence within the inner systems of the galaxy, due in no small part to the introduction of heavier man of wars like the particular Phase Two Javelin class destroy, Zebby was serving aboard, and later the rigorously battle proven Duel class battleship, the Kuiper belt and most of what charted space beyond it remained firmly held by seemingly superfluous Coalition and Paparian republic forces. In order to take a controlling foot hold of the ever expanding rim, Alliance brass knew far more methodical battle tactics were necessary, and that is where the Nantucket and her battle group of dedicated fast movers had ultimately come into play.
While boasting less then eighteen months worth of perpetual active duty out on the rim, the Nantucket battle group had already become reverently considered superlatively elite amongst the Alliance navy. In fact, in less time then it had taken Zebby to complete his mandatory six weeks of basic training, the Nantucket battle group had garnered itself a reputation that stood bar none top dog, to any other active combatant unit operating in, on, or beyond the dejected ring of what was then considered the charted rim. This was mainly do in part to the demoralizing fact that no other Alliance battle group had at the time ever actually survived that long, functioning unaided out on the galaxy’s known outer regions, where small failures quickly led to fleet wide disasters. The Nantucket group had over come those unimaginable odds and obstacles time and time again. In a region of space humans simply did not belong, they had not only survived, they had thrived, becoming the stuff of legend. Maliciously pressing an issue and then rapidly moving on to the next confrontation at full steam, stopping only long enough to re-supply as though they had nothing to loss, and everything to gain, the unit had become a symbol of the Alliance’s new might out on the rim. Their reputation alone was more then enough reason for Zebby to figure he wanted to be a part of the Nantucket’s legacy. When orders to abandon their current patrol in the Rigil system, and make for Century station and a link up with the Nantucket unit finally came through near a week after over hearing the zealous officers gloating on the gun deck, confirmed he was going to be a part of it, he was silently exhilarated.
However, as like all anticipated in life, the task would not be one handed lightly. The link up alone would be a tricky one at best. One that would not only push Zebby, and all who the Alliance were now banking on to breaking point. In the days to fallow, they would eventually find themselves pushed far, far, beyond.
From step one the operation had been plagued with complications. One after another problems seem to arise at near

the friction of fiction: chpt. XV

Warning: Mature Content

XV
INTIMATE LIAISON
The Golean Mons Incident:

After three doggedly strenuous days of rigorous non stop activity, leap frogging their way through one hyperspace jump point to another, Century Station was finally tugged into an uncomfortably rapid decaying orbit over a small nameless body within the Torpid system. Numbering fewer then thirty five man of wars, it was clear that the last leg of jumps had not gone as smoothly as the first. Licking wounds, and fortifying the small lifeless system had been the second order of business, while they waited warily for the arrival of the Nantucket, and their anticipated rendezvous.
Anxious, Zebby was front and center, the moment his shift had ended, glued to a forward view port of the Alice Paul, just above the forward gun deck, eager to finally lay witness to the aggregate of vessels that were rumored to be as mighty and bold as their reputation. After only an hour of long awaited deferral, his reward was finally met in the form of a dozen swelled luminescent jump points, belching freely forth against the black star littered canopy of open space, and his eyes widened with anticipation. A rapturous burst of light, and three dozen jump points burst open, almost simultaneously. Or at least a close approximation, as near as Zebby could figure. In truth he wasn’t entirely sure. Possibly more. Possibly fewer. The proper count seemed irrelevant at the time, and only further fueled and heightened his senses. What fallowed was a dry constrained pause that seemed to last for an endless eternity. Rows upon rows of seemingly desultory placed jump points had cracked open, and had clearly stabilized, but apparently served little to no purpose. Nothing was passing through them.
What is Lorenzo, up to? Zebby had allowed the thought to cross through the influx of curiosity and frustration in his mind. No sooner had he asked the question of himself then it seemed as fate itself open handedly awarded him his answer.
A half dozen at first. A group of fast moving Jaguar Knight class torpedo destroyers, each emerging from separate jump points in what seemed to be a precisely calculated diagram of randomness. Dispersing rapidly, in a surprisingly aggressive manner, the fast movers quickly spread out taking flank around the cluster of apparently unnecessary jump points. Another long recess of hesitation ensued, and Zebby held his breath. “Stand by.” Sarabande’s voice boomed over the M.C.
Stand by? Zebby wondered. Stand by for what? He’d again queried himself prematurely, as not a moment later the mass of jump points before them suddenly exploded with an overwhelming conflux of activity. Clearly a meticulously rehearsed maneuver, first to expose themselves were a series of smaller supply crafts and frigates, interlaced with a hand full of larger heavy man of wars, clustered together to not only confuse and disorientate sensors, but clearly hide their numbers. Each ready at the drop of a hat to lay waste to any opposition, or simply bounce back into hyperspace at the first hint of unfavorable discrepancy. A forward observation unit disguised as a light supply convoy, no doubt. Having seemed satisfied with the verification that Century station was indeed on sight, and stable, the first wave of fast movers immediately bounced back signals to the main battle group and a moment later the entire skyline began to erupt with an entirely new series of numerous jump points all at once. Or were they?
“Amazing.” He’d uttered aloud.
Much to Zebby’s amazement, each vessels with in the battle group had not only created a counterfeit jump point, intended to bamboozle any potential opposition into improperly targeting their primary weapons, they had done so while creating an actual point of entry stealthily back lit by the overwhelmingly dramatized series of originals. Jumping individually into normal space under their own power, the rest of the fleet emerged all at once, sweeping around the false jump points like a swarm of agitated hornets, closing ground on the Alice Paul so rapidly that Zebby was unable to even respond in a physical manner. In near an instant the emerging warships were on them, and as quickly as they had hatched, the congregation of jump points began to disband and subsided behind them.
Dotted with a number of smaller multi rolled cutters, and auxiliary vessels, the Nantucket’s escort fleets might consisted primarily of two aged yet still battle worthy heavy Sea Wasp class battleships, the Montpelier, and the battle hardened Sea Wasp herself. Eight lumbering heavy Naples class supply and support frigates, roughly nine hundred meters in length boar the burden of back packing the fleets primary life blood of fuel stores, water, munitions, and all else that might entail, giving the fleet an effective self sustaining range of up to 390 consecutive days in deep space, without a single re-supplying if necessary. Six heavy Gibraltar class, a