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Saints of a Solar Empire - A SoaSE Story *Book 2 Complete*

Saints of a Solar Empire - A SoaSE Story *Book 2 Complete*

Well, since there's no story section to the forums (hint hint), I've decided to post a little story set in the Sins universe here.  If popular, I'll continue it.  The story begins ten years into the TEC-Vasari War, just before the involvement of the Advent.  I've taken liberty with certain elements (which I can chok up to balance-needs for the actual game), and I hope you all enjoy the story.

 

Saints of a Solar Empire, Part 1: The Road to Hades

"Four Devastator class ships closing from astern, Captain!"

"The Carrigall reports total system failure!"

"Captain, we've reached point Alpha!"

"Release the fleet for staggered phase jump! All ships are authorized to withdraw as soon as they cross the well!" Captain Forscythe commanded. He tried not to think of the twenty-five hundred individuals who just became cosmic detris as the Kol-class battleship systems were overwhelmed by the Vasari phase missile barrage. Nor did the captain try to think of the gaping hole in his own ship where the flag bridge had once when the Schuegraf's shields were pierced with one of the alien's missile storms.

The Captain felt the hum as the anti-matter reactors came online, quickly charging the capacitor rings. Already, most of the frigates had escaped into phase space requiring less anti-matter and proportionately less time to charge to enter the over-layed dimension. Despite his orders, however, a squadron of Garda-class flak frigates remained at the well-limit, bleeding Vasari bomber and fighter squadrons as they tried to pounce on the fleeing fleet units who were without the benefit of fighter cover as the carriers fled into space.

And then Forscythe's ship slid over the the gravity well of the nexus star along with her sister ship and a surviving Marza-class dreadnought. The ships powered up, to Forscythe and their crews, an aganozingly long time to power up even though he and they knew that the ship engineer crews were cutting the safety margins to zero, if not less. They ran the risk of catastrophic failure--when matter met antimatter, explosion was an understating term--but the risk of termination far outweighed the minor possibility of something as mundane as system failure.

The flag captain slumped slightly against his shock frame, having too much stubborn discipline to openly sigh. Unlike most of the Eastern Reaches fleet, he was a veteran of combat having been a mere system defense captain ten years ago. However, he gave himself a moment to feel a flicker of pride at the way his own crew had performed.

No, they weren't vertans, but they were the product of the TEC's newest training programs--the first generation in memorable history to be fully trained to serve in a unified military force for the whole, not just isolated systems, and they performed admirably. There was no hesitation in the execution of their orders, and they knew their duty.

Unlike the first few fleets who had met the Vasari in battle, where discipline and courage were found in short supply.

Forscythe quickly pushed the thoughts aside. "Communications, tie in with CIC and report on the status of the rest of the fleet according to their last data codes. Anna," said Forscythe, addressing his exec, "status report."

The slender-framed terran girl, no more than twenty five, and appearing in her late teens thanks to advances in medical science, took a moment to compose herself. The running battle with the Vasari Task Force had run the entire crew ragged, and she took a moment to check the displa before turning to her captain.

"Shields are down to fourteen percent, but they held. Any damage we sustained was due in part to the ability of the Vasari missiles to bypass our shields a certain percentage of the time. Point defence is down to eighty percent standard efficiency, Beam Three was cut from the curcuit when a missile hit the starboard side, and Doctor Hannoi reports that we have suffered approximately two hundred dead with another three injured to varying degrees. We also suffered a direct hit to the flag bridge with one hundred percent casualties, including Vice Admiral House and Rear Admiral Jerry."

The captain winced internally. Admiral House had been a good man, with a fair amount of tactical and strategic mindedness, and his loss had caused unnecessary confusion during the battle. His loss also meant that command should have passed to the next slot in the chain of command. Unfortunately, the same hit that gouged the fleet flag deck had had to cut through the battlegroup command deck which housed the Admiral commanding the capital ship component of Task Force 3, ER-TECN.

Forscythe had taken a grave risk in not passing command. The next ranking officer had been Commodore Priev commanding the battlecruiser component, and he, Forscythe thought after reading the Commodore's dossier, was a coward. He would've ordered the fleet to break cohesion and run for it. Which might have been acceptable, had the Vasari not enough ships to break with them and still destroy them...

"Captain, I have your report," almost-whispered a voice from across the room. Lieutenant Focker was a slender man from a low-grav world much the same as Forscythe's exec. Focker's voice was not quiet out of fear, but out of habit from being able to talk clearly and concisely without slur, stutter, or a need to repeat.

"Let's hear it then, Andrew."

"Aye, sir. The Carrigall was lost with all hands, reducing our capital count to four--three Kol battleships including the Schuegraf and the Fraser. Our over-sized battlecruiser battlegroup is now an undersized one with the loss of Virgo, Kronus, Cancer, Greece, and Deneb. The Dunov suffered severe damage to her shield generators and anti-matter capacitors. She's still combat ready but only on standard reactors.."

The Lieutenant paused for a few moments before continuing. "Heavy Cruiser Squadron 657 and 435 have been lost, including the command cruiser. However, CruRon 414 and 512 are undamaged. Both squadrons of light carriers are unharmed, Captain! We've lost three fighter squadrons worth of craft, but our bomber squadrons are intact since they were never launched. According to last report, Commodore Cruze was attempting to reorganize the fighter squadrons."

Focker let out a soft sigh. "Unfortunately, sir, our screening elements were hit hard. All three scout frigate squadrons were lost--we think the Visari bombers were intentionally aiming for them to prevent us from stripping them out and sending them for reinforcements. None of our light frigates were destroyed, but once our LRMs opened fire, the Visari hit them hard. We're down to two squadrons of the Javelis ships, and two Garda squadrons."

Forscythe appeared calm as he tallied up the losses. One Kol battleship, five battlecruisers with another possible damaged beyond combat ability, ten heavy cruisers as well as their two command ships, eighteen scout frigates, and twenty four LRMs. Those fifty ships had cost the task force over twenty four thousand dead. Forscythe's squadron coherency was shot except in those rare cases that entire groups of ships were destroyed instead of one taken from squadron A and another from B.

"Anna, tell damage control to give top priority to shield generator repair and clearing the circuit to Beam Three. They can put it in manual if they must, but we're going to need it when we exit phase space. Andrew, what's the status on the Vasari Task Force?"

The Lieutenant continued without breaking a beat. "There are four Devastator class battleships and two Desolator class dreadnoughts. Our LRMs managed to destroy one of their Maurader class battlecruisers and we believe one was too damaged to continue. At the time of our phase out, it had not fired for two minutes. Their heavy cruiser squadrons are intact, but our LRMs traded missiles favorably to their Assailant heavy frigates and the Sentinel class defense frigates. We estimate that they only have two squadrons of the Sentinels and three of the Assailants. Unfortunately, their entire light frigate strength is intact at eight squadrons."

Forscythe remained thoughtful for a moment. Even without their technological advantage, the Vasari outnumbered TF3 and outmassed it around 3:2. With their tech advantage, Forscythe faced almost twice his own firepower.

Forscythe queued his pad. He knew of the system they were headed to but none of the details. Hmmm, a desert planet by the name of Hades. Not the most hopeful of names, and it was a neutral system which pocketed the Eastern Reaches, too stubborn or too far to accept Trade Order invitation or TEC might. Still, it was a poor system and they might slow the Vasari down. They would at least leave the task force alone, especially with an alien fleet inhabiting the system. At best, they would have enough forces to even the odds.

"Alright, Focker. Anna, you and the Lieutenant grab Beau, Shannon, and Jerome and meet me in the conference room. Let's brainstorm a few options for what's left of the fleet."

---

Neither the TEC Task Force nor the Vasari fleet, despite their more advanced technology, detected the nimble little craft under strict emissions control during their pitched battle, and by the time they reached a point where they could detect such a miniscule phase out with explosions and ECM playing havoc with their systems, no trace of the ship remained.

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Reply #26 Top
Awesome story, just to let you know.
Reply #27 Top
Excellent way to introduce the Advent.. Slimey bastards.. :)


Tim-
Reply #28 Top
im loving this story soooo much

hell, later on, you could make a video version of it (of course itll never be par with this)
Reply #29 Top
excellent story - really makes you think about what all those little ships you control are really thinking :D
Reply #30 Top
w00t w00t superb witchfire i'd nominate the 1st freaking chapter for a pulitzer too bad bout the cappy tho...poor guy never stood a chance. *sigh* such is war.
Reply #31 Top
o and kudos with the advent rifles shooting disks... thats so... advent
Reply #33 Top
NICEEEE!

Awesome piece of writing.!!!! :)
Reply #34 Top
Bravo! Really enjoyed this.

Nice work mate.
Reply #35 Top
what a nice'n'evil trap :LOL:
This should have been the introduction in the games manual !
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Saints of a Solar Empire Chapter 2, Part 1: Preperations

"This is unacceptable!" shouted a heavy set man as he slapped a stamped official notice onto a solid oak desk, shipped all the way from Terra.

The owner of the desk sighed and wondered how he had ever been convinced the come out to the Eastern Reaches after the last regime change had occured. True, his position as Magistrate of the Eastern Reaches of the Trader Emergency Coalition (formerly, and soon to be again, Trade Order) was an enormous plume in his cap, but there were far too many headaches to justify the benefits of his current position.

And one of those difficulties were standing just just across his desk at this moment.

"And what, Representative Argyle, is unacceptable?" replied the Magistrate in a too-restrained voice.

Representative Argyle was, like all members of the sector chamber, from an incredibly wealthy family who had invested heavily into the colonization of the sector, and when the Trade Order eventually started expanding towards the area, they were quite happy to accept membership is exchange for lucrative trade routes back to the inner worlds and, of course, a hand in creating the sector's form of government.

"According to this, you wish to antagonize this Hades Republic even further than the military establishment has already," replied the Representative in his deep-bass voice.

Magistrate Gerard only glanced at the parchment for a second to realize it was one of the memos he had passed around to his supporters in preperation for addressing the Chamber. Clearly, he had to reasses that diminishing number, but now was not the time, of course. Instead, he had to placate the most powerful man in the Eastern Reaches--well, the most powerful politician, anyway.

"My dear Representative, according to their declaration, these Hadeans captured and are holding TEC property and personel, nor are they allowing anything but unarmed couriers into the cluster, and now, suddenly, they want us to send the equivalent of a third of the sector fleet to Multanna as a show of force. This is highly irregular, and it is about time that this..." the Magistrate searched for a moment. What did this backwater planet style itself as? Ah, yes. "...Republic made some concessions to our side, including discussing terms of the release of our property in a neutral setting."

"I see. You are aware, of course, of the Edict of '37?"

Gerard narrowed his eyes. The document in question was part of the Trade Order's founding constitution. There was no way that any sort of military might could control so many far-flung peoples and culture, so the original founders had decided to decentralize power to the extent where governments still existed and controlled planets, but it was the sector Chambers which truly controlled the systems. The Magistrates were merely oversight personel--around to maintain ties to the home planets and make sure everything ran smoothly. He had plenty of power, but he was strictly first among equals. The Eastern Reaches were controlled through cloak room cabinets in the Chamber.

And as long as there were no system threats and the Eastern Reaches continued to send their tithes of credits, material, ships, and crew, he would have to play to their tune.

Which meant not at all.

"I am, Representative. The fact that the Hadeans hold our ships and men without even talks of exchanges could be construed as an act of war. However, I was planning on addressing the Chamber on this before I made a decision."

"Magistrate, there have been no talks because we have no presence out there! According to the Hadean messages, they're only holding our ships because they lured the Vasari to their space! There's no telling what havoc your precious military caused in a third party system as they and the Vasari slugged it out. Why, if it weren't for them, your people would have probably died anyway!"

"And I will not send another third of our defense forces out there to be snatched off by the Vasari or these Hadeans, should they prove treacherous."

"Tell me you don't honestly believe these yokels could be a threat to such a large force," Argyle asked almost sarcastically.

Gerard couldn't blame him. He also didn't truely believe, but these Hadeans were a strange lot, and there was no real way of knowing how large they were. They could be a multi-system or even multi-cluster entity. Still, the war with the Vasari had taught most of the upper echelons of the TEC to be better safe than sorrow. The last thing the Magistrate needed was a brushfire war that would eat away at the sector's resources without actually being serious enough for Gerard to have to exercise his overruling priveleges.

"I have a feeling," he continued, "that the Chamber will see things my way, and that feeling also tells me that the courts won't see this as a crisis, despite our ships being detained. Now, if you'll excuse me, Magistrate, I have other business to attend to. I hope to see you in the Chamber tomorrow." With that, Argyle gave a brief bow, turned on his heels--a remarkable feat considering his bulk, Gerard thought wryly--and marched off.

He sighed a bit as doors to his office closed automatically. Thinking for a few moments, Gerard opened his console and began to queue up his advisors as well as his own supporters in the Chamber as well as several neutral members that leaned to his side.

---

Crusader Altima stood in the boatbay of her flagship as a cutter began its docking procedures. Normally, she would have been joined with a detachment of Guardians, or at least the captain of the vessel. However, this guest was not part of the Advent's combat forces. There was almost no one among the combat forces who could approach the lithe figured slowly making her way down the cutter's ramp in terms of influence and psychic ability.

"Coalesced Ajura," greeted the Crusader, giving a deep bow as a sign of respect to one of the mistresses of the Unity and, thus, of the Advent as a whole.

The woman gave a slight smile and nodded to the Crusader. She appeared incredibly young for her years. As one of the top-ranked officials in the Advent, it was quite odd to see her out on the frontier as Third Fleet spread the Unity to the unenlightened.

"Crusader Altima, your actions bring you great prestige, as even we Coalescences have heard of your deeds. Is there a place in which we may rest while we inform you of your new orders?"

Altima gave another slight bow of her head as she turned and lead Ajura further into the bulk of the Heated Soul.

---

The Crusader poured Ajura a small glass of the traditional slightly alcoholic Sorja in her personal quarters.

"You are a Mistress of the Fleet now, Mistress Altima," the Coalesced said off-handedly as she accepted the drink. "It will be made official once the rest of Third Fleet has assembled into this system."

Altima barely even wavered as she heard the knews. It was shocking, of course, but a part of her had expected it. Perhaps the Coalesced had even nudged her subconcious to prepare the newly promoted Altima. "You honor me."

"Not at all--what you have accomplished here is remarkable. The destruction of a Vasari task force as well as the capture of a traitor force," clarified Ajura. "We understand that your Missionaries were able to capture one of the battlecruiser's computers essentially intact."

"Yes, M'lady. The one named Priev aboard the traitor battlecruiser Dunov was quite willing to deal with our total superiority. In fact, we captured most of the crew intact, sans the ones lost in the boatbay," replied Altima, trying to hide he disgust towards the traitor. Though, of course, she shouldn't have been surprised by such cowards infecting humanity like cancer.

"Wonderful. The Coalesced have been wondering about the state of affairs ever since we were banished. Coalesced Lenus, in particular. Did you know that she was a child in the exodus? A most remarkable individual." Ajura closed her eyes as if sorting her thoughts. "We are sure that the reports you have made are more detailed, but humor us and give us the highlights, if you wouldn't mind."

"Not at all, M'lady. As for the traitors, they are as fractious as ever. Their order has slowly swollen over the centuries by engulfing smaller systems with their vast economic machine, but they had bloated like cancer. They were both weak of mind and body--their space forces were laughable; barely able to keep pirates at bay. There also have been no major reports of any developments of psychic potential within them, which leads our theorists to assume that they must suppress or exterminate any that the find."

Both women paused for a moment to consider the ramifications of a race so craven as to happily blind, mute, and deafen their future.

"Unfortunately, from all perspectives, the Vasari arrived. While they have slowed our own advance, they have caused the traitors to re-evaluate themselves, and they have become a potent military entity. While their training, experience, and materials are vastly inferior to our own and especially the Vasari, there are more of them than either us or the Vasari. They can produce ships and weapons at a staggering rate, and have almost unlimited manpower."

"We see. And how involved are they with the Vasari?"

"Very involved, Coalesced. At least half of the sector has been overrun as well as a quarter of it under constant contestation at any particular point. Most of their resources are being diverted to holding the line in order to prevent the war from spilling over into the other sectors."

"Mmm, we also understand that you were able to capture a Vasari specimen. Is that correct?"

Altima nodded as she continued. "Yes, M'lady. I am not an artificer, you understand, but apparently it is a great find and once the data has been shipped back to our production worlds, our individual superiority will only grow."

"Wonderful! One last bit of business, however...." Ajura sat her chalice upon the side table and leaned forward. "We, the Coalescences, that is, have decided that our time is at hand. As such our forces are being positioned now for a quick thrust into the heart of the traitors. The rest of Third Fleet will arrive here shortly, and we understand that Warmistress Rikka values your abilities highly, and that you will receive a free hand in your plan."

Ajura allowed Mistress Altima to absorb that information for a few moments before continuing. "Now, tell us your plan for trapping the traitors."
Reply #37 Top
Hi Witchfire,

Absolutely great story so far. You are doing a Great job! BTW I tried to email you a response on the naming conventions of the ships but it said you are not excepting emails. So I can tell you I know but I won't say here so as to not spoil for everyone unless you say okay.

P.S. Clue for everyone it's in the manual.
Reply #40 Top
Very nice story! Very enjoyable :)

(And I like how you named the ships after Ironclad employees!)
Reply #41 Top
THAT WAS SOO COOL! :CONGRAT: 

THis is the best one yet. :HOT: 
Reply #42 Top
keep em coming, I can't take my eyes off the screen. That's how much anticipation I have in me, can't wait for the next part.
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Saints of a Solar Empire Chapter 2, Part 2: Old Soldiers

~Warning, may contain bad words that may cause possession by evil spirits in which anyone over the age of 18 is immune to. You have been warned.

Naeve's capital city was breathtaking in the sunset. Not many could enjoy the view, but the observational elevators the slid along the Gilded Towers offer such a sight. As it had to, for the towers catered the the multi mega-credit tycoons who lived elsewhere but found themselves in Tycho more often than not.

The view, however, did little to distract a slim but otherwise unremarkable human female travelling along the reinforced rails. Annette Cambridge, Admiral of the Fleet, TECN, wasn't accustomed to wearing her civilian garb, but wearing her uniform would quite annoy the person she had come to see.

And he was one of the few people in the universe that she would mind upsetting. Not that she expected vindictiveness, but she respected him more than anyone else.

Alexander Kol, DSC, MC, Vandenburg Cross, CGC, Hero of the Trade Order, as well as dozens of others, permanantly ranked Admiral of the Fleet, was, in a sense, the father of the the TECN. His ancestor, Sebastian Kol, had fought the pirates of the Naeve cluster for a dozen years before dying at the Battle of Anubis where the renegade cutthroats had been broken, and their asteroid fortress capture. He had been honored by having the first warship-exlusive design in nearly seven hundred years named after him--the venerated Kol-battleships, which had turned the tide against the Vasari.

Admiral Kol, TECN, was cut from a different cloth. Conscripted in the fabled First Wave by the Trade Order to fight off the Vasari, he was the only surviving flag officer of the Battle of Auckland. He led his forces to victory in Punite and Palais, where the TON had taken 60% casualties and a tonnage loss even greater than the Vasari. By the time the Trader Emergency Coalition was formed, half the Western Outlands, referred to now for the past six years as the Western Front, and Kol was the reason that half the TEC had not been sliced apart by Vasari warbands.

Four years ago, at the Battle of the Vandenburg Twins, a severely outnumbered Kol led his forces to retreat from one twin to the other, and had caught the Vasari in point-blank assault as they followed the Terrans out of phase space. For the first time in the history of the war, the TEC had achieved a victory without crushing numerical superiority. Six months after that, Kol advanced along the Percival system and trapped three Vasari fleets between his units and crushed them at the Reese Nebula.

That was the turning point of the war. Kol, along with the sacrifices of so many of the First Wave, had held the Vasari at bay long enough for the TEC to fully mobilize, and now the Vasari were facing dozens of terran frigates for every one of theirs. The Vasari still held an undeniable tech advantage, but six Kol battleships for every Devastator evened the odds favorably for the terrans.

At the request of a grieving Admiral Kol, whose first born had died at Reese aboard his Kol flagship Trent Payton, the First Wave were offered a chance to return home, all four thousand of them. Admiral Kol was the last to accept the relief, passing command over to Admiral of the Fleet Jorgunsen, and returned home, to Naeve, and to his remaining family and son he had not seen in almost ten years.

And Admiral Cambridge had had the distinct honor of serving on the Admiral's staff, then as his command ship's squadron CO before he departed back to Naeve. Several months after that, the Eastern Reaches defense fleet had been upgraded to Fifth Fleet, and Annette had been offered the slot as a full Fleet Admiral.

The elevator's chime awakened her from her reverie. She brushed her slightly utilitarian civilian tunic before stepping out into the full-spectrum biodome 'park' atop the Gilded Towers. There she saw the object of her journey.

Admiral Kol was just as she had remembered him, as he should be. Because he had joined the Navy, he, like her, had received the latest anti-aging treatments. Despite his uniformly grey hair, he stood tall and strong, no more into his fourties of the previous generation.

Annette paused as the Admiral spotted her, and Cambridge waited as she noticed the smaller figure scuttling among Kol's legs. Alexander's love for his sons was almost legendary, and a few moments passed as Kol kneeled down to look his son in the eye before speaking a few words. Nathaniel Kol nodded before turning to run towards the nearest tree.

"I apologize for interrupting you, Admiral," greeted Annette, not quite feeling like a brand-new ensign, as the tall, bearded man approached.

"Alexander, Annette," corrected Kol in his deep, rumbling voice. "I'm retired now, and no more or less than the typical civilian."

"Apologies, sir," said the smiling woman. "However, I was under the impression that half-pay wasn't quite the same as being retired."

"Bah, it might as well be. Central Command wouldn't dare bring me out of retirement. They'd be too worried shitting their britches about me causing another Vandenburg Twins."

"Aren't we all, sir," said Annette, smiling.

The Vandenburg Twins, strictly speaking, weren't particularly important sites in the Western Front. They controlled neither useful phase junctions, industrial potential, or useful materials. In fact, their only redeeming quality was the four billion people between the two of them, and the fact that had Kol retreated back to the Imer system, with its impressive orbital fortresses and platform, those four billion people would have been turned into slave labor and shields by the Vasari. After nearly crippling First Fleet, offensive operations had been delayed for months, and Central Command, as well as the civilian authorities, had been sweating bullets during that time.

Of course, the populations of the Vandenburg Twins lost very little sleep over Central's political fits.

"So," continued Kol in his most uninterested and nonchalant voice, "I assume those fuckers in the Chamber screwed the pooch."

Annette's face went beet red and she almost started coughing--not laughing, of course, that would be inappropriate. She had forgotten the Admiral's rather frank language. "You could say that, sir. This is priveledged information, but yes, they Chamber did overthrow the Magistrate's position and plan to send a so-called White Fleet."

"What do you expect from that soft inner-world rump."

"Now, now, Alexander. Despite what you may think, Gerard has a brain in that skull of his, more so than most in the Chamber. You really should get to know him. I think you'd like them."

Kol shook his head with a smile. "You and I both know that I despise politics. At least in the fleet there was a chain of command and rules of conduct. After a day in that world, I'd be campaigning to legalize dueling like the Northern Kingdoms!"

Alexander smiled at Annette and shook the thoughts from his head. "So, how long?"

Annette shrugged. "Well, our venerable and wise political masters have decided to send word to the Hadeans by an unarmed courier. It'll take about a month to get their, and another month to get the reply back, then another two to get any sort of forces out there."

"Oh?" questioned the Admiral with his eyebrow raised. "That seems rather short for the voyage."

"Well, we're taking mostly battlecruisers and carriers, and any battleships we're bringing are the Mark Threes. I wish we had those at Reese, sir. They're very impressive. I just wish the Mark Fours were ready," sighed Annette.

"The Kim Jensen ships?"

"Yes, sir. I know you're not in the pipeline anymore, but those are absolutely gorgeous ships with the latest generations of armor, shields, and weapons. Just between the two of us, R&D is saying that our disadvantage will by cut from 1:6 to 1:4."

Kol whistled, quite impressed. That was a remarkable percentage, especially since the TEC could easily out-produce the Vasari, even as reports came in that they were setting up their own industry.

"When will they be ready, if a concerned citizen may ask?"

"Why, certainly. As your duly noted protector and fleet representative, you can ask all you wish, Alexander," smiled Cambridge.

"Oh, don't you play games with me, young lady."

"Yes, sir," Annette quickly said and went into a standard salute.

"Bah, you youngsters and your pranks. By in my day, Fleet Admirals knew how to handle themselves with dignity and grace?"

"Yes, and you had to walk five miles, every day, in the snow, barefoot, up hill, in both directions, and with nothing but sharpened sticks to gouge out alien eyes," quirked Annette.

With that, Kol's rather chiseled expression cracked into an echoing laughter. "So how's the family, Annette?"

"They're fine. Emily just got accepted to Tycho-U. And yours, sir?"

"Steph's fine," Alexander said a bit too quickly. "She's still upset over Zackary's loss. And Nathaniel...I still feel as if he thinks of me as a stranger," he said after a soft pause.

"He'll grow out of it, sir. He was, what, born on the day the Vasari invaded, right? Ten years is long for children, sir, but he'll come around."

"I'm sure he will, Admiral. He's a good boy--takes after his mother, of course."

Cambridge smirked. "That reminds me, sir, why is it that you and he always seem to be up here when I come to visit?"

"Because we're both conspiring to stroke your paranoia until you go into a seizure," smirked Kol. "Truely, it has nothing to do with you. I come up here with Nathaniel to spend time with him. He's a young boy, and likes to run and jump and climb trees, and this is the best place within a hundred miles to do it. And..." he trailed off.

"And what, sir?"

"He likes the birds," Alexander Kol finally said, looking into the sky.
Reply #44 Top
absolutely amazing story WF keep it up man...you bring a face and a persona to the voice in the opening cinematic not to mention supporting characters i applaud you sir
Reply #46 Top
nice and funny too -

with your description i can imagine the story in my mind very good

keep going ol'witch
(now iam expecting a "wrong age" answer :LOL: )
Reply #47 Top
Wrong gender d3vild0g, but thanks.   


i believe not...i was talking about Kol not the female Adm. so...lol  :HOT: 
Reply #49 Top
Hurry up. I feel like I'm having withdrawal when you don't update!

:D