. It was only last month that Strategic Planning had gotten the biggest bone thrown to it since its inception when it was decided to form a coherent fleet organizational system.
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Madness
Frankly, the idea that anyone could get something past Chief Minister Rheinbach not once but twice was almost terrifying.
The Future
It had been almost two years since SPM Rollen had entered this office, and very little had changed. The furniture had been replaced, looking more in keeping with the changes of current fashion. The displays were as they had been, a few subtle changes where artifacts had been changed out. An early Lohengramm dynasty vase had been removed, replaced by handcrafted mirror of silver and brass. Rollen walked over to the new mirror, looking over at it. And carefully ignoring the owner of the office, quietly glaring at him from the desk that dominated the far side of the room.
Winning the Peace
"Next on the agenda: Fleet Organization" "Oh breaker, not this again." groaned PackMaster Klaus Thies. "Yes Klaus, this again."
That little problem at Ventris
Outside of leaked samizdats and vacuous government propaganda, little was truly known about the state that made the Terran Dominion a Dominion. Their leaders held claim to a throne they never filled; leadership over an empire they did not command. They reigned, but did not rule.
Remind them how Fenren hunt
Both sides watched as their small craft advanced, disappearing from their sensors into the miasma between the fleets. Farther ahead, the Elysian ships went to full combat speed...
Lasers at 10 light seconds…
"I hate combat ops in nebulae." "Any reason why?"
Set Condition…
"Fire Fire Fire. Fire in compartment 1-2-5-8-Gil. Fire in compartment 1-2-5-8-Gil."
Quantum Echoes
"Excuse me, PackMaster Schäfer? I have something you need to see."
Nothing is Futile
ESW Screaming VengeanceElysian Imperial Strike ForceElysium Star SystemOn Approach to Scylla Jump Point One hour after the gunboat strike "Have we restored communications with Tarquillian Glory yet?" Eyrie Commander Peres was looking over what remained of his strike force. Only two ships lost, but the gunboat squadrons had been savaged, cut to barely half of… Continue reading Nothing is Futile
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