A TEC Story
from 
Sins Forums
Sins Forums
Ah, here we are, the beginnings of a TEC themed story. Criticism and comments would be greatly appreciated!
"Admiral, the people on the fringe worlds of trader space don’t have the time to wait for your fleet to assemble!" chided the administrator of Sector 958Z to Admiral Dimitri Voskov. "You need to get your ships on the move and out there, now!" he said.
Voskov was irritated by the stupidity of this man. How did such arrogant, rash, indignant fools rise to the top of an empire that reserved its elite positions to typically intelligent and successful individuals who were cunning and charismatic enough to use trade and negotiation to attain their power? No matter what he thought of the administrator, he had little choice in the matter. The TEC had ordered Voskov’s fleet to the sector little less than a month ago with a communiqué that sounded nothing short of desperate. The situation with the aliens on the old front was worsening daily, and for this reason Voskov’s damaged and battle weary strike group was to be drawn up for service again. Under his command he had a formidable force of three ‘Sova’ class carriers, two ‘Kol’ class battleships and his flagship, "Righteous", a ‘Marza’ class dreadnought, as well as an impressive number of support frigates and cruisers. Though he was confident with the size and firepower of his force, Voskov was more concerned with his crews. They had been whittled down by nearly a year’s tour of the old front against the aliens called the Vasari.
Constant battles had taken the toll on the crews, leaving strong willed veterans amongst green recruits who feared merely the sight of the enemy. The grizzliest veterans belonged to the strike craft, the fighters and bombers, of the ‘Sova’ class carriers. These soldiers had seen it all, and had witnessed countless hundreds of men perish in the cockpits of tiny fighters that were vulnerable to any type of weapons fire. Though he was concerned about their state of mind, he was pleased to think of how potent these veterans were when swung into action.
The strike craft made up a huge portion of the fleet’s strategy. Unlike other TEC admirals, who maneuvered their fleets in close to concentrate their firepower on a single target, Voskov preferred to use a fairly indirect approach to attacking his enemy. He launched strike craft from his immense and well outfitted carrier force and used them to whittle away the shields and armor of a tactically important capital ship in the enemy fleet. Though each engagement the pilots sustained heavy losses, the loss of that capital ship either by withdrawal from the battle or by destruction had been enough to turn the tide of the battle for the TEC forces.
The admiral was in no hurry to return to battle, and he knew his crews weren’t either. His reply was delivered quickly and was to the point, "Administrator, I intend to mobilize my fleet within the next seven days, and I feel that that is with all the speed in the galaxy. I cannot properly move this force to action in any less time, and I should fully hope you don’t wish to see this fleet return in shambles within days instead of within months."
A red faced administrator replied, "For seven days spent here you have sealed the fates of six hundred million people – you’ve condemned them to death!"
Voskov replied apathetically, "Six hundred million is nothing compared to the butchering that will happen if our fleets are rendered inoperable due to incompetence and impatience. There is a point where I beg you to exercise sound judgment and to have patience with my approach, and this is it." The administrator was furious, but dismissed Voskov with his permission for an additional seven day re-supply in 958Z.
"Admiral, the people on the fringe worlds of trader space don’t have the time to wait for your fleet to assemble!" chided the administrator of Sector 958Z to Admiral Dimitri Voskov. "You need to get your ships on the move and out there, now!" he said.
Voskov was irritated by the stupidity of this man. How did such arrogant, rash, indignant fools rise to the top of an empire that reserved its elite positions to typically intelligent and successful individuals who were cunning and charismatic enough to use trade and negotiation to attain their power? No matter what he thought of the administrator, he had little choice in the matter. The TEC had ordered Voskov’s fleet to the sector little less than a month ago with a communiqué that sounded nothing short of desperate. The situation with the aliens on the old front was worsening daily, and for this reason Voskov’s damaged and battle weary strike group was to be drawn up for service again. Under his command he had a formidable force of three ‘Sova’ class carriers, two ‘Kol’ class battleships and his flagship, "Righteous", a ‘Marza’ class dreadnought, as well as an impressive number of support frigates and cruisers. Though he was confident with the size and firepower of his force, Voskov was more concerned with his crews. They had been whittled down by nearly a year’s tour of the old front against the aliens called the Vasari.
Constant battles had taken the toll on the crews, leaving strong willed veterans amongst green recruits who feared merely the sight of the enemy. The grizzliest veterans belonged to the strike craft, the fighters and bombers, of the ‘Sova’ class carriers. These soldiers had seen it all, and had witnessed countless hundreds of men perish in the cockpits of tiny fighters that were vulnerable to any type of weapons fire. Though he was concerned about their state of mind, he was pleased to think of how potent these veterans were when swung into action.
The strike craft made up a huge portion of the fleet’s strategy. Unlike other TEC admirals, who maneuvered their fleets in close to concentrate their firepower on a single target, Voskov preferred to use a fairly indirect approach to attacking his enemy. He launched strike craft from his immense and well outfitted carrier force and used them to whittle away the shields and armor of a tactically important capital ship in the enemy fleet. Though each engagement the pilots sustained heavy losses, the loss of that capital ship either by withdrawal from the battle or by destruction had been enough to turn the tide of the battle for the TEC forces.
The admiral was in no hurry to return to battle, and he knew his crews weren’t either. His reply was delivered quickly and was to the point, "Administrator, I intend to mobilize my fleet within the next seven days, and I feel that that is with all the speed in the galaxy. I cannot properly move this force to action in any less time, and I should fully hope you don’t wish to see this fleet return in shambles within days instead of within months."
A red faced administrator replied, "For seven days spent here you have sealed the fates of six hundred million people – you’ve condemned them to death!"
Voskov replied apathetically, "Six hundred million is nothing compared to the butchering that will happen if our fleets are rendered inoperable due to incompetence and impatience. There is a point where I beg you to exercise sound judgment and to have patience with my approach, and this is it." The administrator was furious, but dismissed Voskov with his permission for an additional seven day re-supply in 958Z.
