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by Korobug on Thu Oct 01, 2009 3:57 pm
Boris had just finished filling his trolly with all the wonderful delights of food on his ship. All the areas that would theoretically be open to civilians were first class, the glistening, spotless surface of the lines of tables, the reinforcements he had carried on his ship seemed delighted to be on it, bickering amongst themselves, a burst of laughter here and there, the whole feeling of the room was incredibly relaxed, it made him almost want to stay there for quite some time, maybe talk to some of the soldiers even. He wasn't such a bad person normally, most of his arrogance came from not wanting to die. He threw away the thoughts of staying, he had to return to his crew at the command bridge and so he pushed the trolly up what would normally be the wheelchair ramp into the cafeteria and continued through the corridors with it.
There were alot of doors along the sides of the hallway, the pristine white hallway, one perfect black line halfway up along the entirety of each wall. The black lines skipped over the doors though, the doors were white as well, grey lines marking the center where they slide open. They were all the doors to the crews quarters, on this ship even infantry get their very own Admiral class room. He continued for about two minutes down the hallway before coming up to a half circle indent in the ending wall of the wallway. A blue circle was fitted into it, enough to fit about 20 men, easily fitting Boris and the trolly. He stepped on, insured no food fell off along the way then stood straight and spoke clearly, "Boris Klarshkaroff, Rear Admiral, Captain of the Bismarktch II, Control Bridge". Almost immediately the elevator started carrying him up fairly quickly, it moved absolutely silently. In under 10 seconds even he was back at the bridge, pushing the trolly into the control bridge. The crew instantly rose up, all of them walking casually towards the trolly, though two particularily hungry crewmen jogged towards it, one grabbing at a ham sandwich, brandished with tomatoes, lettuce, mustard and mayonnaise, while the second took a sausage, quickly, but neatly pouring some barbecue sauce and relish over it before scoffing it down. The other men were then gathering around the trolly, his crew was full of such suckers for food, though that made it easy to reward them. Even Lucierre was around the trolly, though he no longer payed any attention to the men.
A hologram had just formed infront of them. Amazing, anywhere on his ship, he couldn't get away from the damned things. But it told him to return to a hanger in sector five, wait retreating! This was bullshit, absolute technical bullshit, he could have easily won over the planets defenses with his fleet. Better destroy all life then to let the enemy have another resource counter, the morons. Though, he began to grin slightly, he could sneak off before Hamdrull came over, maybe get a promotion for whatever reason. Regardless, he would take his place as the god of the skies in whatever they were being sent to do, likely becoming another advisor, ugh, he hated being the advisor. Regardless, this was urgent, and he started a comm link with Hammdrulls ship, snickering. He didn't even give his admiral time to speak, simply saying, "Urgent request, I won't be waiting for you, bye!" followed by a quick click. Hamdrull would work it out, meanwhile, the trolley of food was moved to the center of the bridge so anyone could access it easily and he sent everyone to work at their positions, turning the ship towards Sector five.
His ship had no warp speed drive or anything, instead he had issued a mass number of concentrated energy capacitators near the engines. Seeing as on his class of ship a warp would only be usable once every eight hours or so, he came up with an alternative. 32 capacitators were by the engines, each single one capable of sending out a massive burst of energy to propel the ship forward at near light speed. However, unlike warp drive, there's no simple button to stop this massive rush of energy and so, once the location is reached they must release one of the other capacitators, of the 32 located by the reverse engines on the front of the ship, to immediatly meet the forward thrust and freeze the ship in place. This also results in a 0% power loss of his ships generators, allowing him to instantly begin fighting or whatever tasks he must complete. Before activating, he calls his crew to insure they have a clear path to sector five, anything in the ships path, due to the speed, would easily rip a section out of it. Once they finished, making certain the path was clear, they felt a light push as the ship went into near light speed, one of the capacitators releasing its load of energy. They travelled for several minutes before Klarshkaroff simply said "stop" and there was another slight push, the ship freezing in place. They were there, just outside the hanger, and so Boris ordered his lieutenant to take the controls, piloting the ship into the hanger to land. The ship seemed gigantic when near other people, it must've been at least 5000 feet high, and three times as long. It took about two minutes before boris walked out of the ship, followed by Lucierre and one of his ships maintenance officers incase of a need for a report, he stood at attention infront of Ashaka, as did his Lieutenant, awaiting orders.
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