ALLIES: Mythos | Natalie LaForte
ENEMIES: Veiere Arenais | Cassius Droma | Abelain Narv'uk
Despite the low stakes of this space battle, Than found himself unproportionately nervous.
The bridge of the Counterpoint was alight with anticipation, the flashing majesty of hyperspace out of the viewports. It was lightly staffed, fifteen officers busy at work keeping the Super Carrier operational. A mess of droids filled the empty spots where more officers would eventually fill the void. The Counterpoint was newly christened, right our of Gyndine Shipyards, untested and unproved. Much like it's new commander.
Systems Admiral Balthor walked onto the bridge with crisp footsteps, palpably clearing his throat. The various lieutenants and ensigns took a moment to calm down, standing at attention to the old man. He shook his head slightly, an audible chuckle forcing it's way out. Most of them were barely out of the throes of childhood, excited for the task at hand. A war game. Than would have to remind them what was at stake.
"If I could have your attention, please," Than started, taking his position at the head, staring out at the tunnel of bright lights ahead. "You may be thinking this whole exercise is unimportant. That you are allowed to slack off, and it will not endanger your position, your reputation, or you life. These are false statements."
Now he had their attention. Their giddy smiles faded, replaced by a grim confusion. Than grinned. "Our enemy today isn't pirates. Or bandits. Or fanatics. No, our enemy is the worst of all. Politicians." He heard the choked, strangled braying of suppressed laughter. They were military men and women. Of course they enjoyed ribbing their superiors.
"Ain't that the truth," grumbled one. Senior Lieutenant Isoph, if memory served.
"King Arenais is on the other side of this battle." Than stared ahead, no longer trying to hide his humor. "He is a good king, from what I can tell. A leader of his people. A leader of you." This was where he turned, the halo of space shuddering behind him, ejecting the Counterpoint into realspace.
"But you are all great men and women, and I would favor great men to a good king." He didn't get any cheers. Of course he didn't, his officers didn't know him well enough for that. But they would warm up to him, just as Than would warm up to them.
"Scramble fighters, and contact the Quicksilver, Pythius, and Foresight, as well as the other fleets. Let's give the King a run for his money."
Edited by Than Balthor, 03 January 2018 - 03:37 PM.