LaurelOneiros
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"This is Obrik Gray, captain of fourth battalion of New Atlantis Empire. I direct this message to all who might receive it. We have lost contact to the flagship, and cannot proceed with original marching order. The strategic council of the fourth battalion has decided to lower the fleet into the primordial dimension; we hope to use resources available on and around Earth to rebuilt the fleet and its complement. For fear of drawing enemy attention, this will be our last transmission until further development. Glory to the Empire. Captain Obrik Gray out."
Feeling, rather than seeing the questioning gaze upon his back, Gray waved his order to initiate dimensional descent. Titanic expanses of nebulae, stars and fragments of mangled ship-husks beyond the bridge window seemed to liquefy as the fleet's trans-dimensional engines fired into life, warping the outside scenery into a grotesque torrent of light and color.
Distractedly, Gray considered the possibility of being a psychic, like some of his subordinates rumored him to be. However, there are more important matters at hand.
"Prepare 30 ships for ore-mining and processing." Gray ordered to one of the bridge attendants.
"Why not 40?" asked a nearby officer tasked with resource management, "I'm sure we can easily accomadate all our remaining crew on a single ship, maybe two if you want to be luxurious."
Gray recalled how much he disliked this guy. "We were given an order, and at the time, I had no way of knowing that our communication was compromised." He said, suppressing his annoyance.
"I hope that ambush helped you to be sure." Said the resource-manager, Gray remembered that his dislike was reciprocal. "Real talk, why are you only assigning 30 ships for construction?"
"Who do you think will operate the new ships we build?" Retaliating the sarcasm, Gray asked.
"Do you plan to create new crew with the 10 spare ships?" The officer asked in surprise, "I didn't know there's any sort of resource on that old planet for that purpose." Attempting another sarcasm, the officer stopped short when he saw the confident smirk on Gray's face as the latter turned away.
"Of course you didn't, but you will."
Feeling, rather than seeing the questioning gaze upon his back, Gray waved his order to initiate dimensional descent. Titanic expanses of nebulae, stars and fragments of mangled ship-husks beyond the bridge window seemed to liquefy as the fleet's trans-dimensional engines fired into life, warping the outside scenery into a grotesque torrent of light and color.
Distractedly, Gray considered the possibility of being a psychic, like some of his subordinates rumored him to be. However, there are more important matters at hand.
"Prepare 30 ships for ore-mining and processing." Gray ordered to one of the bridge attendants.
"Why not 40?" asked a nearby officer tasked with resource management, "I'm sure we can easily accomadate all our remaining crew on a single ship, maybe two if you want to be luxurious."
Gray recalled how much he disliked this guy. "We were given an order, and at the time, I had no way of knowing that our communication was compromised." He said, suppressing his annoyance.
"I hope that ambush helped you to be sure." Said the resource-manager, Gray remembered that his dislike was reciprocal. "Real talk, why are you only assigning 30 ships for construction?"
"Who do you think will operate the new ships we build?" Retaliating the sarcasm, Gray asked.
"Do you plan to create new crew with the 10 spare ships?" The officer asked in surprise, "I didn't know there's any sort of resource on that old planet for that purpose." Attempting another sarcasm, the officer stopped short when he saw the confident smirk on Gray's face as the latter turned away.
"Of course you didn't, but you will."
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