The Beating Drum of the War Machine

[Cptn Neptune 0]

Rounding the horizon, Eisn, homesun of the Romulan Empire, sent streaking rays of light into space bouncing off the glinting hulls of the vaunted Romulan Star Navy. Hundreds of starships gathered, forming great lines.

 

The glittering rays hit the observation deck of the Imperial Fleet Yard Command Center. Admiral Destorie N’Dak stood tall, shielding his eyes from the lights. His heart swelled with growing pride as he looked upon the culmination of his plotting, planning, and work, the Romulan war machine marching, ready to grab destiny by the reins.

 

True the Romulans had fielded warfleets of some size before in their long history of conflict, but never one as large as the one they assembled now, and it had only one purpose—destroying Earth and the Coalition.

 

At the lead of the forming panzerkeil formations were the pride of the Imperial Design Directorate, the t’Liss-class Warbird. Modern in every way possible, their sleek, predatory lines and shimmering green hulls struck fear into those who opposed the Empire.

 

On the wings, the elder, though still deadly, heavy cruisers of D’Saehen and R’Shaoi-classes took their place. Fighters swarmed throughout, as a myriad of light cruisers, frigates, and corvettes took their place.

 

A long shadow cast itself over the observation deck, causing the seasoned Admiral to lift his head. Overhead, the pride of the Romulan Empire moved into position; the lead of her class, the Victory was the largest ship ever constructed by the Romulans. Nearly 900 meters long, the Battle carriers held hundreds of small fighters and drones and were the single most heavily armed ships in the Romulan arsenal. They did have a small weakness though, they were slow—taking nearly an hour to power up their warp drive units. None the less, all seven of the breathtaking ships took their positions at the base of the formations.

 

Below on Romulus, thousands of soldiers marched forward in rank formation towards waiting troop transports. Romulus was going to war, and the whole of the Empire watched either in person or on live video feed with a growing sense of pride.

 

“Your shuttle awaits you,” a young voice broke the Admiral’s train of thoughts.

 

“Very well,” N’Dak said without turning. “I’ll see you at the docking port; inform the Victory’s commander I will be arriving shortly.”

 

From the shadows of the room, a teary-eyed woman emerged. “Must you go, Destorie?”

 

“My destiny lies before me, e’lev.”

 

“Then promise you will return to me.”

 

“I will promise only to return in victory,” he turned to face his bondmate. “For I shall take death before surrender, and I will not return in defeat.”

 

"May the Elements guide you..."

[Aaron_Westler 0]

We're screwed >.<

[Col. C.E. Harper 0]

We're screwed >.<

You're just figuring this out?

[Aaron_Westler 0]

A long shadow cast itself over the observation deck, causing the seasoned Admiral to lift his head. Overhead, the pride of the Romulan Empire moved into position; the lead of her class, the Victory was the largest ship ever constructed by the Romulans. Nearly 900 meters long, the Battle carriers held hundreds of small fighters and drones and were the single most heavily armed ships in the Romulan arsenal. They did have a small weakness though, they were slow—taking nearly an hour to power up their warp drive units. None the less, all seven of the breathtaking ships took their positions at the base of the formations.

 

It took that...