The Andorian Front

[NDak 0]

Around him officers scurried as reports from the front came flooding in; they rushed around him updating status boards and typing memos for fleet commanders and some even for himself. He stood above it all, the last picture of serenity in a world of chaotic madness.

 

Outside the metal casing the separated him from the cold emptiness of space, his flagship and mobile command station Victory floated amongst the wreckage of their most recent victim—a convoy of Andorian ships bound for their inner colonies.

 

Daise'Enriov Destorie N'Dak watched as the list of destroyed systems grew. A young officer approached behind him offering a ISD. “Sir, the most recent reports from the Earth front are in, would you like to read them?”

 

“Not now,” he said sharply. “It's not the Earth front that concerns me at the moment”

 

“Sir?”

 

“I am sure that Khre'Riov t'Kasji is more than capable of handling whatever resistance they pose. Right now it is the Andorian main fleet I am worried about.”

 

“Of course, sir”

 

“Has intelligence found anything new on their possible hiding place?”

 

“No, sir.”

 

“Very well, leave the report here. You're dismissed.”

 

The young officer obediently placed the ISD near the Supreme Commander of the Romulan Star Navy and quickly headed back to chaos. Destorie placed his hand behind his back and looked back to the chaos as well.

 

The war was going well on all fronts. Their tactics had been highly successful in keeping the coalition forces at bay. The Andorians had proven to be the most prepared for the war, and so he had transferred his fleet to the sector to aide Enriov tr'Jaelk's efforts.

 

So far they had only encountered moderate resistance from the Andorian navy, but he knew that was going to change soon enough. Somewhere the Andorian main fleet awaited for them. He only hoped it was at battle of his choosing.