------------------------------------------------------------------------ dWS Hans Zollner Director Mk4-Class Heavy Cruiser "-your drives. We're going in." Phelan cut the connection before looking back up at Mache. "General signal. All ships to advance. Panfilov will manage the small craft, so don't worry about them." "Understood. Communications, General signal: All ships advance, weapons free." Mache passed along the order, adding… Continue reading Not the dawn that we shall see…
Tag: Month 142
The State Calls…
dWS Hans ZollnerDirector Mk4-Class Heavy CruiserElysium Star SystemDistant orbit around Attica, Elysian Sovereignty Capital World "Well, that certainly woke them up." Junior PackMaster Phelan watched as the tactical holographic table glowed, a bloom of small craft flying out from the planet in the centre of the display. More contacts lit up from behind Elysium's smaller… Continue reading The State Calls…
Make them Bleed
PDC Hellas, beneath the Palace of Eternal FlightPlanet Attica, Elysium Star SystemElysian Sovereignty Capital "Automated platforms detected! Drive systems just lit off!""Estimated drone count one zero zero zero. Repeat, one zero zero zero!""Flight time estimated three minutes!""Launch authority released!" The room descended into a cacophony of orders and status reports, individual words cutting through the… Continue reading Make them Bleed
Garden of Vengance
dWS Hans ZollnerDirector Mk4-Class Heavy CruiserElysium Star SystemEn-route to Attica, Elysian Sovereignty Capital World "Fleet units have all successfully jumped, Sir. Hare has taken station ahead, Hasen is aft with the carriers, and we have Spion port and up and Aufklärer is low to starboard." Junior PackMaster Phelan didn't even look up at the report, his eyes watching the holographic table that already told… Continue reading Garden of Vengance
This great and noble undertaking…
dWS Hans Zollner Director Mk4-Class Heavy Cruiser Warp Point to Elysium Dave's World Star System Standing in the cramped command suite of the heavy cruiser, Junior PackMaster Markus Phelan cursed softly as he looked at the fleet displayed in the holotank. Not the first time he'd led fleets and thousands of Fenren to their deaths… Continue reading This great and noble undertaking…
We Will Accept Nothing Less…
Office of the Chief Minister Chair of the Corporate Council Lowell City, Fenris Capital of the deWulf Corporate Democracy "What do we want?" "Victory!" "When do we want it?" "Now!" The crowd seethed through the square, a roiling ocean of Fenren and Sintillan citizens that filled the square to bursting and beyond. Banners and placards… Continue reading We Will Accept Nothing Less…
Dollarton Proxima Shipyards 