by The Kingpin » Thu May 21, 2009 11:44 pm
"We regret your decision. we hope that some time in the near future, you will reconsider our offer. afterall, a trusted friend is never a problem" responded the Captain. he reached into one of his coat's front pockets and pulled out a small, rectangular, silver object. pushing a button on it's side, it split open, a narrow silver, pen-like object appearing. the Captain proceeded to write his order on the 'writing board' of the small computer, along with his position. in mere moments, another panel opened up in the table in front of him, a disk being produced. "This will mark the borders to our territory. a third dimentional globe hilighting where our territory begins. It also contains contact information with one of the border edge Communication Centers. When your Superiors decide to make contact with us, they have merely to contact the Communication Center" explained the Captain...
"Roughly 25% of our fleet has been crippled and require immediate maintenence. they have been sent to the nearest Vardian Tactical Shipyard, roughly 20 parasecs from our current position. another 37% of our fleet are moderately damaged, and what remains is more or less intact. the Executioner's taken some light damage. luckily the shields and a few interception shells eliminated the bulk of the threat. our Fleet's secondary flagship, the Revenge, has also suffered moderate damage, though it will be capable of going through at least a retaliatory battle without requiring repairs. i may consider calling in reinforcements, but at the moment, we're trying to focus as much of our forces as possible on planetary defense within the Vardian Kingdom" explained Serephir through a holographic delivery system, the Vardian Supreme Commander pacing right and left calmly, his hands behind his back...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG