Aboard Frigate Arcanium
Three Months AB
Aboard the Arcanium, the most prevalent emotion was tension. Not the bad kind of tension, mind you; the excited kind, the kind that you feel just before an important job that could change your life.
Cullen Archymm felt it just as vividly as the crew. His crew.
He was still amazed at what had happened; when he returned from Bazuur he was given a promotion to naval Captain and given command of his own frigate, the Arcanium. Arcanium was given charge of a task force of other naval forces and given an objective. To loosen the Vuldaks' grip on the Outer Expanses and Borderland Regions by striking their supply lines.
If he could pull this off, he'd be rewarded immensely. Beyond his or anyone's imagination.
As he stood on the bridge in his dress blues, he looked to the new comms officer, Reynolds. She nodded and tapped away at her console. In front of Cullen came up the other captains in hologram form. Quickly, he looked from left to right. Brandon Sloan of the frigate Glados, Rodney Shultz of the frigate Archbishop, Dirk Cruz of the frigate Superstition, Phil Falken of the frigate Charity, Jamal Welch of the frigate Mystique, Lucien Dalton of the frigate Annihilatior, Moses Sampson of the carrier Discord, Lane Web of the cruiser Telepathy, William Olsen of the frigate Providence, Jerry Mendoza of the cruiser Tyanny, Val Robinns of the cruiser Agreement, Ulysses Constantine of the cruiser Philosopher, Hal Knox of the cruiser Fury, and Delores Harris of the Carrier Tartarus; all present.
The man removed a cigar from his front pocket, lit it and inhaled, cleared his gravelly voice. All captains hit a button that keyed the shipwide comms' into the Captain's microphone. Cullen began to pace.
"Brave men and women of the Kasmari Rebellion." He began. "You all know what our mission is; to go forth into territory we've already fought and bled for and prevent the Vuldaks from taking it away. Shut down their supply routes and they fumble in the dark like headless chickens, easy pickings for our main force." He took a deep breath from the cigar. "The stakes are high on this; not only are each and every one of your lives on the line, but those of all our worlds in the Outer Expanses and Borderlands are in danger.
I'm sure some of you wonder why we're risking this for supplies; is it really worth your sacrifices? My answer is yes, this will win us the war in this part of the Galaxy if we succeed. Have faith in me as the leader of this task force, to guide you through this. I won't lie, not all of you will ever see Kasamar again. But I will ensure that some of you will. We will not fail today, gentlemen; we cannot fail." With that, he nodded and the mic was shut off by Reynolds.
Each captain performed a crisp salute, all in sync as they cut transmission.
Cullen moved away, cigar hanging out of his mouth, from the holoprojector and comms, returning to the main bridge. Every eye was on Cullen Archymm then as he breathed deeply and calmly from his newfound vice: he refused to give them any sign that he was jittery.
He went and sat in his captain's chair, giving the pilot the go-ahead. The Arcanium entered FTL and led the charge into what would begin the Shipment War.
Lemme know how it is; this is gonna go on for some time. I know it's probably only decent, but it's really just an intro.
Edited by Crispin F., 15 April 2012 - 05:48 AM.