Crimsonjade
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Posted - 2003.07.21 20:25:00 -
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Aboard the flagship Executor...
Crimsonjade sighed and let his head hang a little lower after reading the report. Another blockade in HED-GP that will result in delaying his shipments to Stain.
"Has a battlegroup been sent to drive them off?", he asked.
"Sir, it is en route 20 jumps out", the officer replied.
"Good, good. Do we have the reports from the front yet?"
"Yessir, right here. Losses are minimal and we are receiving strong support from our people. They have not even scratched the surface yet."
"And the losses from RUS?"
"Much the same. It is hard to give exact numbers. The space debris around the station is so thick our recycle crews are working double overtime with the rest of the Stain Alliance to clear them out for continued operations. We-"
A slight feeling of weightlessness overcomes the officer as a klaxon begins to scream. Red lights cast their blood red light over the room. All things in the room not locked down lifts about 2 inches into the air as if performing some some mass exodus. And before either of the men could grasp what had just happened they float back down to where they were along with all the rest of the papers and cups of coffee. The lights dim as the interial compensators kick into overdrive. The comm sounds...
"Drone crews prepare for drone retrieval!"
Crimsonjade leans over his desk to his comm, "Captain report."
"Sir, another government industrial ship, Wreathe class, got caught in our mining operations. The pilot collided with one can, damage a Harvester drone and forced us to take evasive action."
"Blast! That the second time today. Captain ill send word to the government academy."
And with that he ended the transmission. Turning to the officer he sighed again, "Call Falcon wing and have them send me an escort back to the station. Prepare my shuttle and have the ship continue mining operations while im out."
With a nod of acknowledgement the officer left the room. Crimosnjade turned to look out the immense transparent steel window in his office. Drones, cargo containers and ships stood out against the black backdrop. Lasers cut into rock and radiated such heat he almost felt it. With a smile he went to board his shuttle...
Inside Everlasting Vendetta Station Headquarters...
Crimsonjade greeted all the crew on the main hangar with a smile. It was a good day despite setbacks. The chief engineer, Jaded Night, approached him at once.
"It has been a while, Crim."
"That is has, but times are too busy at the moment. Are we ready?"
"Yes, the braces are being exploded now."
All eyes turned to the window which gave a crystal clear view of the factory shipyards. In deep space another Apocalypse class battleship was being put into service.
"I have seen it so many times, but it still gives me great pride to see each one as its born", said Crimsonjade with great pride. "Did we fix the problem with the armor plating on the nose and that thrusting problem caused by intense warp drive use?"
"Yes, the plating is twice as strong and the on-board computers can now compensate for the needed thrust", she replied. "Have you made your decision yet?"
"Yes, this battleship with replace mine in the roid belts. I will head to the front lines to work with the logistics crews over there."
"Very well", she replied. She smiled politely and began to walk back to the Research and Development center.
Crimsonjade turned to his offcer, "Order my ship to cease all mining operations. Return to station and retrofit for military operations. Send word to the CSO that I am comming and open channels with the battlegroup near HED-GP so we can monitor their progress. Also, have Falcon wing send some cruisers to escort the battleship, preferably those who are taking up posts soon within Stain itself. This is no time to take chances."
And with that he walked toward his office.
No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.
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