“Fleet wide meeting for all the captains.”
“All?”
“Just on planet.”
“What’s it about?”
“The campaign of course.”
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Subdivision8
Acor took his seat, and shook hands with the captain sitting on his left and right
“Acor Slar, of the Night meridian”
“Geno Won of the Pacifix”
“Acor Slar, of the Night meridian”
“Mema Gray of the Asiof”
Attention was called as the five chiefs who controlled the southern division walked in, followed by the GC, grand chief.
“Please be seated”
Said the GC, as he walked up to the small podium. The chiefs sat on the chairs behind the podium, as the captains took their seats in the auditorium.
He waited as everybody settled, and then started to speak;
“We all belong to the Constellar army, each and every one of us, these are constellar colours, and these are our colours.
Our ancestors died wearing these colours, as they fought our galactic enemies to bring about this peace that we know today.
But that peace is being bothered, the weakest of our people, those living on the outer fringes, in the corner of our galaxy are being targeted.
Those who never bothered to settle in constellations, choosing to wander into outer galactical space, when our ancestors settled, are now attacking us, and I won’t stand for it!
Lord Axa of Capital Moon1 is launching a campaign against these lost tribes. The campaign has been classified as N2, which is why we are here.
It is a volunteer force, and in these times of peace, everybody is going to want to go, and the fact that it’s Lord Axa, the whole constellation is going to want to go, fine but there are a few technicalities that we need to deal with first.
From our side, at a GC level, constellar military protocol code F6-E3. During T.O.P, it is mandatory for a division to always keep a fleet complement of 60%, within its star system.
What this means is that during times of peace, like now, at any given time no more than 40% of our fleet can be out of our home solar system. This applies to all the military divisions in all the planets with forces stationed, moons, across the whole constellation. Because if the peace was to break, this protocol ensures that every solar system, and planet is defendable, until victory or until reinforcements arrive.
That leaves us with 40%, now from this 40% if you’ve read the campaign specifications, you’ll see that the fighter ships that they are taking are T3 and above, Resource B1, Carriers 09 and above, Lord Axa doesn’t want to play games. He’s a man of war, and a strategist, who doesn’t want to take unnecessary risk, because he knows that the full strength of the enemy, and the territory is unknown.
You are all captains here, and know your own ships, if you meet the cut, and want to go, I wish you good luck.
The captains stood, and started to clap, as the CG walked off,
“Do you make the cut?” asked the captain to Acors left
“Of course,”
Replied Acor as he continued clapping, a smile slowly started to spread across his face,
“I guess it’s only the best of the best.”
End
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ABOUT
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Within The Darkness, a slice of Sci-Fi, short and sweet, for me writing it, I hope you enjoyed it. I like writing stories that end abruptly, and leave a lot of things unsaid, unresolved or unexplained, because life is like that. The tidy clean literary answer that we read about are not always there. Let me get off this train of thought I don’t like where it is taking me.
Here is a little bit of something something, it’s still in the lab, and I’m still working on finishing it, but I’ll cut you a piece and you can taste and tell me what you think
UNTITLED
“Tell me again about the people that live in the sky grandfather.”
Asked the little boy whose eyes where slowly fluttering closed
“The people that live in the sky are wise beyond their years, and their cities float in the air, but are made out of things like glass and water...”
The boy had fallen asleep, his grandfather tucked in his blanket, and switched off the little light by the side. Got up and stretched his legs, wished he could sleep, but walked back to the workshop because he had so much work to do.
10 years later.
Ajax, sat on the edge of the cliff looking up with his binoculars. The spot that he was sitting on was a viewing point that was not on the sky watchers map. Whenever he felt like seeing the city in the sky, for sure and without the crowds, he would come here.
He looked at his watch, it showed, oxygen levels latitude, longitude and the time; it was his grandfathers’ watch, who got it from his father, going back to where Ajax didn’t know
He counted down, three, two, one, and looked up.
High in the sky the great city appeared for a few moments before whizzing by and disappearing again. Ajax knew one thing, and that one thing was that no matter what no matter how he wanted to go to the city in the sky.
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