04-01-2020, 07:04 PM
"M'lord Grand Admiral, Sir?!"
Yes? What is it now?!"
"This just in from Intel Branch, M'lord! Assets report a heavy freighter, Narwhal class jumped out of the Dallas-Fort Worth system. Analyses of their vector places the ship on a direct course for our system, with an ETA of about 36 hours! Assets also reported that a short transmission was made in the clear just before the ship entered hyperspace. The transcript provided by Intel says that the message was 'As three is to one.' Intel chief told me that you would understand it's meaning... Shall I alert the defense grid?"
"Yes! Make sure that our fighter patrols are doubled, and that they know not to open fire on this ship, but to assume a prompt close escort around it and bring it here directly!"
"M'lord?"
"You heard me! Now get moving, Leftenant! Get those instructions out by a secure channel, and fast so some trigger-happy glory-seeker doesn't blast that ship into isotopes! We need what it is carrying, and we need it yesterday! Now MOVE!"
"Aye-aye, Sir!"
Yes? What is it now?!"
"This just in from Intel Branch, M'lord! Assets report a heavy freighter, Narwhal class jumped out of the Dallas-Fort Worth system. Analyses of their vector places the ship on a direct course for our system, with an ETA of about 36 hours! Assets also reported that a short transmission was made in the clear just before the ship entered hyperspace. The transcript provided by Intel says that the message was 'As three is to one.' Intel chief told me that you would understand it's meaning... Shall I alert the defense grid?"
"Yes! Make sure that our fighter patrols are doubled, and that they know not to open fire on this ship, but to assume a prompt close escort around it and bring it here directly!"
"M'lord?"
"You heard me! Now get moving, Leftenant! Get those instructions out by a secure channel, and fast so some trigger-happy glory-seeker doesn't blast that ship into isotopes! We need what it is carrying, and we need it yesterday! Now MOVE!"
"Aye-aye, Sir!"
"Pathetic earthlings. Hurling your bodies out into the void, without the slightest inkling of who or what is out here..."
- Ming the Merciless
- Ming the Merciless