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| L'Agnello | Sep 13 2011, 08:06:33 PM Post #1 |
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The chiseled hull of the Galactic Federation vessel Sacrosanct loomed large and in charge through the viewing bay windows of the Anaxes space dock. The Nebula-class star destroyer was too large to descend through the lower atmosphere without causing major environmental issues, which left the warship to linger past the furthest layers of the atmosphere in orbital dock. The scattered crowds of naval personnel moving to and from the ports moved in an undulating rhythm through the interior structure of the massive space station, which was a militant citadel unto itself, defending the fortress world below with flawless loyalty. Captain Ashley Ghost of the Galactic Federation Navy stood at one of the wide, tall windows. Hands clasped at the small of his back, legs shoulder-width apart, shoulders back, back straight, chin-in, eyes forward—he stood at the threshold of the void without a shudder. The life and liberty offered to him by the endless vastness of that void was nothing but a lure, taunting him further into the uncharted regions beyond the galaxy. The young man, very young for the importance his rank and position bestowed upon him, scrutinized the vessel with the eyes of a shipyard inspector. Knowledge of the vessel was not only classified as top secret, but as compartmentalized. Only individuals who genuinely needed to know knew anything about the ship. Its specifications were not public. Although it was one of the newest warships in the Federal navy, its ceremonial launch had been very quiet. The executive officer, a rather obscure rear admiral, and no press representatives had been present. The captain knew about his vessel. Captain Ghost had been assigned to the star destroyer in recognition of his fine service to Rear Admiral Commen Disas, under whom he had served since graduation from the academy. It was a reward for the politicking and team play he had shown, much of which had contributed to the surprisingly quick rise of the rather mediocre rear admiral. Sacrosanct was not a refitted or repaired vessel. Although it was from Republic Engineering Corporation’s New Class, the hull contained a far more modern array of equipment. All the systems were top-grade from the most advanced military industrial complexes in the Federation, all the weaponry was modern, and the hull had been re-engineered for improved structural integrity. It was scarcely even a Nebula-class, so much had been altered, but it went into the system as a Nebula-class and no mention was made of the costly process of building the modern version of the old blueprint. Ashley Ghost turned away from the window and unclasped his hands, swinging his arms in time with his steps as he strode to the embarkation ramp to the lower level of what was now his vessel. The sound of his boots on the deck echoed through the empty causeway until he slowed to a halt at the bulkhead doors, flanked on either side by military police guards, both enlisted, with military-issue assault blaster rifles. The pair snapped to attention and saluted. Captain Ghost returned the salute and said, “Good afternoon, gentlemen.” “Good afternoon, captain,” the higher-ranked of the two guards replied. “May I see your authorization, sir?” “Yes, petty officer, you may.” The captain plucked a slim folder from under his arm and presented it without the slightest hesitation. The petty officer accepted the documents and leafed through them for a moment before he pulled out a datapad and scanned the imprinted signature of the fleet commander. A chime verified its authenticity. The guard folded the documents back into the folder and said, “Welcome to the Sacrosanct, Captain Ghost. We weren’t expecting you so soon.” The officer showed his teeth. “I was counting on it.” The petty officer stepped to the bulkhead console, keyed in the access code, and snapped to attention as his new commanding officer strode past into the gullet of the mighty and monstrous ship-o’-the-line. Not ten steps into the belly of the beast, the captain swung a right and sped his gait to a march, passing through the ranks of spacemen too busy or too distracted to notice their new captain amongst them. It was not until he was halfway to the engine works that he was joined by another individual. He glanced askance at his new companion. A diminutive sentient strutted at his side in the non-commissioned officer uniform of a master chief petty officer, the green of his exoskeleton clashing with the color of his clothing despite his evident comfort within the garment. Ashley recognized the sentient as a verpine, recognized marks of age, and returned his attention to the hallway in front of him. “Greetings, Captain Ghost,” the verpine master chief petty officer said, “I am your senior enlisted advisor. It is pleasant to acquaint myself with yourself.” “Good afternoon, Master Chief.” “Fleet authorities notified me that you would arrive three days hence. Is their inaccuracy known to them?” the small engineering specialist asked, his strange syntax and alien intonation making it difficult to tell whether his words were intended as genuine inquiry or as a faint rebuke. Ashley shook his head slightly and answered, “Rear Admiral Disas notified me that my assignment had been officially transferred to the Sacrosanct, and that I would be inspecting the vessel with him before we set out to our first patrol.” “Are you inspecting the vessel early, Captain Ghost?” “I am touring the vessel, Master Chief.” The average-sized naval officer looked down at his diminutive enlisted advisor with just the faintest twinkle of … something … in his green eyes. The master chief simply nodded and replied, “The Sacrosanct welcomes you, Captain Ghost.” “So I see.” The pair walked in silence for several minutes and turned aside into one of the lifts. The verpine had apparently already grasped what destination Ashley was headed towards, because the green sentient stabbed one jagged finger into the command console for the lift and sent the two of them plummeting to the middle levels of the star destroyer. Their lift stopped twice to let people on, shifted directions once, and finally opened its doors into the engine works hallway. |
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| Jean | Dec 22 2011, 05:32:06 PM Post #2 |
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