Four hulls, reconstructed from partial observation, set side by side to make one point plainly: there is
no Anchorage class. Every vessel is a patchwork — a cargo drum here, an old hull section there,
a cobbled command module welded on with fabricated collars that no yard would sign. No registry, no
shared plan, no two alike. A fleet that reads as a fleet only because the people flying it decided it was one.
ISCA · CONTACT INTELLIGENCE
RECON DRAWING FC-AN-002 / SHT 1 OF 1 · COMPARATIVE HULL CENSUS
APPROXIMATED · NO HULL RECOVERED
PATCHWORK · SCALE INDETERMINATE · PROVISIONAL
FLEET
NAMETHE ANCHORAGE
TYPECLANDESTINE
CLASSNONE
REGISTRYNONE
HULLS
CENSUS4 RECONSTRUCTED
BUILDPATCHWORK
SHAREDNOTHING
IDENTIFIED«GRETA VOSS»
GRETA VOSS
PILOTSKELL
ARMSENERGY-CAPABLE
THREADB2 SABOTAGE
STATUSOPERATIONAL
ASSESSMENT
SOURCESENSOR ONLY
CONFIDENCELOW
REGIONTHE REACH
STATUSOPEN
SUBJECT
ANCHORAGE CLANDESTINE FLEET · COMPARATIVE HULL CENSUS
DRAWING
FC-AN-002 / 1
CONF.
LOW
BASIS
SENSOR
REGION
REACH
STATUS
OPEN
A fleet cut from other people's ships is hard to fight and harder to understand — you cannot read its
intentions off its shape, because its shape is an accident of what was lying around. The census only proves
the obvious: the Anchorage is not an institution with a shipyard. It is an argument with hulls. What the
argument is, this drawing does not say.