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NDak

On a World Light Years Away

The delicate morning rays of the spring sun bathed the “old” Galae Command building in the capitol of the Rihan Empire. The large, floor to ceiling windows of Praetorian candidate and Admiral Destorie N’Dak’s office soaked up the sun, letting its dawning rays into the office. The gentle waves of the purple oceans of ch’Rihan fluttered and sparkled in the distance.

 

For Destorie, it was an unusually peaceful morning. Though he was running for Praetor, he still maintained his post in the Galae. As such he, when he could afford, he spent his days in the Galae office, catching up on paperwork. Today was to be such a day. While he never really stopped campaigning, his schedule was light—a few well placed phone calls to major supporters and a visit with Scorpiad Conflict veterans including influential former Admiral cum Governor Khevio tr’Shaelon, who’d recently announced his support for Destorie.

 

Thus he found himself in the office doing paperwork. Something about the office though… made him almost wish to be on the campaign trail. Located in the central spire of the “old” Galae building—built nearly four hundred years prior to the construction of the new Galae offices just outside the capitol—his office had once been the home of the Galae Commanders. It was large, ornate and lavish, if not a bit outdated in some respects, and the placard on the wall in the main lobby reminded everyone who entered of the hallowed names that had graced the building—two of which shared his house name. Perhaps it was that… the feeling that he’d been placed in this office not as a courtesy, but as a constant reminder of his relative position compared to his elders.

 

Destorie shook the thought off and continued reading the report that had been brought to him by his senior assistant, Kalil t’Jaeln. It was a status report on the Project: Alliance—a joint venture between the Federation and Romulan navies to introduce a new warbird that shared technologies from both. So far, the project was ahead of schedule and he expected the first prototype to begin trials as early as next year.

 

He was on his second cup of Hak’jala tea and moving onto another report—something about procurement of new combat boots for the third battalion—when another of his assistants, Khalel t’Hanen came into the office, her normally olive-green complexion white and drained.

 

“E-e-e-en---Enriov”

 

Destorie’s eyes shot up. Hanen was normally one of the calmest individuals in his office and the sight of her being clearly shaken worried Destrorie. “Yes, Khalel?”

 

“T-t-turn on the-the n-n-news feed…” was all she managed.

 

Now worried himself, Destorie clicked a button on his desk and a moderate sized holoscreen appeared behind Hanen. The first images made his stomach twist. INS , the Imperial News Service, had picked a feed up from Vulcan and was streaming it live.

 

Even the sullen, stoic voice of the Vulcan news anchor seemed somewhat shaken to a trained ear. “Reports have been coming in from nearby planets and on long range scanners of an attack on Earth by unknown forces…”

 

The screen cut from the garbled video feed that showed Earth under fire to the tan-grey backdrop of the news room, intersected by the visage of a Vulcan. The trained eye detected that even he was having trouble keeping his emotions in check.

 

Destorie took a deep breath. “Get me the Daise’Enriov,“ he finally managed. “And get tr’Sahil in here as quick as you can…”

 

Hanen nodded and quickly left the room to complete her task. Destorie’s own face finally soured. If a force was bold enough to attack Earth, he wondered how long it would be before ch’Rihan’s skies were darkened… so much for a peaceful day.

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Not to worry. Attacking Earth is just traditional. Vyger... The Whale Probe... The Borg... If you want to top off the Galactic Villain's Who's Who list, you have to attack Earth.

 

The Romulans have nothing to worry about... :ph34r:

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Not to worry. Attacking Earth is just traditional. Vyger... The Whale Probe... The Borg... If you want to top off the Galactic Villain's Who's Who list, you have to attack Earth.

 

The Romulans have nothing to worry about... :ph34r:

 

Then we, and the Soltan baddies, are in good (past) Trek company.

 

You know, those Soltan subspace/pulse weapons are pretty devastating, and that Fleet was able to waltz right up to Earth using the subspace corridors. No warning, no time to mobilize any sort of planned counter attack Fleet ... it's not going to be pretty, as indicated by last sim when the "guest star" support ships were just getting pounded. Imagine the devastation to Earth?

 

The galactic ripple effect is plausible, as indicated by NDaks log with the Vulcan newscaster being a bit flustered and the Rihan office staff in a bit of shock. If it were real time and real life, same applications.

 

Yet ... I am sooooooo excited by said fictional galactic ripple effect and Earth BOOM-age. Boo Yah!

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::rather glad he's on the Rommie's side::

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