《Britannia: sovereignty among the stars》 Chapter 1 Gravity shifts in on itself, The sector of space warped and inverted as the ship emerged, its design holding a ball shaped mass of electrifying plasma, in the middle connecting to rear and stern connecting. directly in front occupying the area of space that had once been inverted. As it slows to impulse the words ¡°vanity¡± can be seen embroidered on both sides along with the English flag, white backdrop, red templar cross of the hull. the massive craft shifted closer to the planetary orbit where it rested above the foreigners world. ¡°spatium". In contrast to the vessel''s exterior. Aboard, throughout the decks decorated very exquisitely. Inspired by the late era of human history in architecture, most notably the Baroque. Walls are aligned with paintings. Furnituring as the same eloquent feeling of traditional carvings;golden trimmings adorn the tables. A cultured fellow, a being of the same nature can be seen paced frantically, holding his tablet dressed immaculately in his pristine dark navy blue buttoned uniform;a shoulder piece golden Epaulette. A bold strong facial features that cling to his skin, a broad bushy beard and mustache are present representing affinity of manhood. Eventually the captain decided to sit closer to the computer to read the reports. He delved looking back and forth each time studying every ounce of detail in the system The intercom called, alerting him to the bridge. Before exiting looking around his room for a small period of time his attention is brought on a large frame painting of the battle of Trafalgar square 1805. A portrait of Admiral Horatio final moments The captain speaks in a rich groveld manner ¡°A fine reminder of why all of humanity will serve england. The captain boldly claimed the pinnacle of earth''s forces Dean. Exiting the lift that baron walks to the center of the vessel''s viaduct to survey the situation. The bridge was adorned in the same fashion, walls aligned with carving and various mixed gold/silver accents, ornaments engraved dotted around the place. Elements of futuristic console tactical consoles positioned at the front side facing the viewport window. Captains announced. "Report! What is our situation on the matter at hand? He demandanded, as one of the crew close by offered him a tablet listing the information necessary . The bearded fellow expression sunk again. "You could have just told me-whatever to return to your post. With haste" he added The captain brought his focus on the viewport in front of the ship''s piece watching as the ambiguous planet spun before him. While the Commander arrived by his side. ,Only catching a glimpse in his eye doesn''t turn as Blake speaks ¡°Perhaps one day earth will colonize this system too, some day.¡± Dean nodded, fully agreeing with fellow officers'' statements. ¡°Someday Blake, perhaps, if there is no life, free for the taking, no doubt. Without warning three pulses of bright white light flashed. Vanity then found himself between the foreign starcrafts that appeared with the space around him. Their design is traditional to starships but shaped as scally dragons. Caught slightly off guard he narrows his eyebrows. His tone is full of arrogance. "I can only concur that it be the welcoming committee, hail them" Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. unexpectedly A voice boomed throughout whole vessel of the vanity of unknown language spoken showing no obvious visual transmission he patiently waited for the voice to settle ceasing his demand as the tone implied "You shall surrender to the British empire, relieving this sector of space. " The alien spoke again in a harsher quicken manner but of course to no success. To Deans Discomfort his inpatient rising "How incompetent of a crew do you have to be- His tone increasing to anger addressing the officers responsible for coms ¡°WHERE ARE MY COMMUNICATIONS?¡± he commanded in a forceful tone The front row crew jittered immediately focus on the captain stunned for words They just blankly stare in his general direction, moments later as the alien spoke for the third time part of his message was finally translated. --------- ¡°vessel violating our space, explain yourself defining our sacred space or be prepared to be fired upon.¡± he retorted back "I believe you are mistaken, failure to comply we will not hesitate to take what''s ours¡± the impatience on both sides glaringly noticeable. "Do not,negative with outsiders LEAVE!¡± No relations,too primitive. Species far too undeveloped Dean''s face hollowed, once again finds himself muttering under his breath reacting to the alien statement. The captain was taken aback by the irony. ¡°Primitive?! US?! The nerves on these-... I assure you, humanity with the technology it has developed over the years has substantially grown. So has our leap in weaponry? Care for us to demonstrate?¡± The alien ceases their comms abruptly, the 3 ships present with magnitude of power turn to face the vanity starship. he immediately orders evasive maneuvers ¡°Deflectors up, arm the battery rays! let us prove how earth''s mighty flagship deals with resistance, perhaps they will be persuaded otherwise¡± hesitant to engage in combat, the order was very bluntly shared among The crew unsure to execute the command. The Commander stepped in ¡°Sir may i remind you, it would be a foolish act to engage in combat, we haven''t time to study their offensive capabilities¡± his feeling surged, frustration rise again ¡°Your concern will be noted Commander ,there practically asking to be fired upon¡± ¡°Batteries to bow, fire on my mark-¡± Dean commanded with ease.¡± Tension grew among the uncertainty of the orders. The three alien crafts creeping into firing range, powering up their shields and weapons , the vanity lays stood motionless waiting for its captain to respond The captain curses to himself, having second thoughts but very much eager to prove Britannias might in the space age. ¡°Damn it blake your right, I will not risk my crew on a wim disengage, take us out full U turn maximum velocity¡± As space again inverted collapsing in on itself the colossus shifting the gravity among its vector the craft replied in an instant to warp escaping the menacing threat that once loomed at present. The Commander engaged in conversation. Do you suppose those ships were using an illusion, possibly even magic? Those vessels could be seen by the naked eye but Scanners couldn''t register any applicable mass or material to suggest otherwise. He turned, rose to meet him ¡°None? None at all? I refuse to believe those ships weren''t real, I saw them with my eyes, you saw them, the whole damn crew saw them!¡± His frustration was obvious after the ordeal he was met with. ¡°but nevertheless you made the right call, my emotions got the better of me, if that voice was a projection of magic, and those ships were using remnants of sorcery too¡­evidently magic coexists throughout the galaxy, perhaps humanity is not the last species to use such a abominable notion.¡± blake responds in an intrigued manner ¡°I concur that their techniques eludes us thus magic,sorcery,it''s something to fear, if magic is something that is tangible at all, I suspect it would shift the balance, even the tide of power,the practise haven''t been seen since the age of enlightenment roughly 17th, 18th century, specially witchcraft ¡±, Dean stroked his beard pondering the facts. His realization struggled to grasp what occurred.¡± If what we saw was real¡­if it was sourcery we were witnessing¡­ ¡°What readings did we register? If any at all?¡± The tactical offer confirmed their fears and the faint English accent present. ¡°I''m puzzled as you sir, as the Commander previously mentioned, it''s impossible to track, there¡¯s no constant matter to lock onto or read from. How do you suppose that is possible?¡± He overshadows the officer, expressing confusion. Preposterous, These readings are impossible, none of this makes any sense¡­ Chapter 2 He enters his quarters, Blake follows suit. Dean straightens his uniform preparing to recline into his chair. As he settled comfortably he glares upwards studying officers body language,a curious reaction plasters his face "Is something amiss,Commander?" Blake shudders then seats himself nervously unsure if his posture was easily readable or if the captain has great intuition "Oh, you,ve already figured me out, I see ,was that obvious?¡± Dean carried on. "Is it the sourcery that troubles you? I concur the less we know the difficulty it is to make correct evaluations of the situation. The officer tries to adjust himself but falters in addition to shuddering at the captain''s question. acts of displeasing a frown replaced his current expression. As silence filled the room for a tangible few seconds. The captain broke the silence and finally began to speak, in a harsh brooding manner. "How familiar are you with Magic Commander? Any insight to the arts of this abomination notion ¡­- " the voice faded off Blake cocked his away slowly, looking out of distance then eventually recentering to position himself towards the captain "I-¡± This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. He paused briefly stuttering his words amiss his flow interpreted of what he was about to announce "Suppose so¡­ only a minority of knowledge on the subject, with what the academy taught us back in the day¡± . he finish , but spoke with clarity ¡°what the academy reminds us of why magic is forbidden, humans used it less, therefore¡­ magic became obsolete¡± a theory most plausible in the era of science. Continuing he murmured as thoughts dwell on his childhood. ¡°mother didn¡¯t need to-¡± Dean cut him off ¡°Excuse me?, what was that about my mother?¡± He spoke up, ¡°No-nothing sir.. N-not your mother¡­ my- its-its not important.¡± Attempting to get Back on track he spoke once more. -But I suppose¡­ even now¡­. humanity still has not fully grasped the concept of what magic truly is." Dean carried on ¡°I choose you, I know how you rationalize very effectively. Time and time again your wise actions have led me to believe this conclusion. The Commander lightens up slightly ¡°i¡¯ve known you long enough that i feel i can trust you, for our crew, for the benefit of what''s at stake here " he sighed. The captain stood up, and beamed a smile of acceptance. His posture settled as accepted the officers recommendation "You corrected my ill judgment and took the captain''s wrath with great resilience , it''s reasons like that as to why I enlisted you in the first place. Many of the cadets at the academy would have most likely lied or even outright disowned their own failures, I commend you." Blake, relieved of his nerves, restored his posture too. ¡°I¡¯m honored you still chose me. Thank you captain, this ship, the crew and you mean anything to me, the success of colonization and a better future for mankind.¡± The officer bowed leaving for the bridge. Yet the captain''s feeling still stirred within him there had to be a way to prove the vanity''s powers. chapter 3 Dean gazed at the nearest window, not particularly focusing on anything. the inverted warped environment repealed them at velocity. Yet he couldn''t help letting the thoughts go, Toying with the idea to return to prove Britain''s might. Not one to back down, hitting the comm buttons he hailed the bridge. ¡°Helm take us back.¡± The officer was taken aback by his request, considering their stance once they left. nevertheless keying coordinates in the nav computer. "Course set" replied through comms. Blake expression shifted, confused at the motion ¡°Helm delay that order¡± it dawned on him ¡°Surely the captain doesn''t mean to go back?¡± The captain, noticing the course hasn¡¯t changed ¡°Helm¡­ that was an order¡± ¡°But sir the Commander delayed it¡± they prise over the actions, ¡°override¡± Again the "vanity" deaccerated, out of velocity , dead ahead the planet faced north, Arming rays once more the same ships appeared in the same fashion as previously. The commanding officer hailed Dean¡° sir? What are- He made his way to the craft bay fully prepared to prove the English have a backbone. To talk mono on mon. ¡°You have the bridge, Commander, while I''m away. Keep the reflective up, don''t fire until I give the order¡± . he was hesitant but acknowledged. Via the viewport the craft could be seen. The captain approaches the atmosphere following his descent towards the world below. Now with the primitive village in direct view. What stood out to him was what appeared to be an imitation of stronghold ones that were often maintained in the medieval era. The captain landed on the outskirts of the stoned Castle. Its entrance is under a moat. Dean exited the shuttlecraft as he was met with resistance, many humanoid shaped figures soon emerged marching in the captain''s direction. To his surprise they appeared to reassemble human-like physiques; the body''s structure was far too slender, tall, and aesthetically off putting, attempting to mimic humanity''s image, but not how God would have desired. Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. On closer inspection their clothing very blatantly matched that of fantasy fairytale magicians, alike. Pausing discussed by what layout in front of him, Conversing to the beings. Damaging attention. ¡°I demand an audience with your leader" His stance holds an authoritarian weight to his posture as the captain barges his request. One of the figures step fourth their his lips quivered, lisping it''s speech. ¡°Hoomon you barge through our gate with such bold requests to join. We are aware of this "science" your species considers absolute. Ourselves do not wish to... unite ties for such a crude race.¡± Dean gaze sharpens looking back at the medieval castle grounds that the species consider home. Grunting he activates comms giving the order to fire a low yielding torpedo. He retaliates. "refusal is unacceptable, our empire offers you an accord." Without hesitation the torpedo is shot arching below with rapid delivery. Aimed for the stronghold. Stone,no match for such power. A proud smirk lines Dean''s face making his statement ¡°Humanity too is not afraid of bloodshed; we , too, are powerful.¡± ¡°hold witnesses to our strength. Of the British Empire.¡± The figures crowded pause hyper focused on the mass unfolding before them. Meters turning into inches, the torpedo racing descending approaching the stone structure, the many lives below at the mercy. The reflective light blaring igniting a bright flare covering the entire inner village. spontaneously the torpedo ceases mid-flight . a Proud Smirks casted on the uncanny, leaving himself concerned about his judgment he ordered. seemingly by an invisible barrier that can not be perceived by the naked eye. The once threatening ball of mass, now gyrating in place rises at an intending rate, accelerating the photon away, towards the atmosphere projecting the exact same course it was previously launched from. Homing in on the vanity. With the immense threat that followed. Blakes reacted, witness in horror the slingshot effect, Responding without delay ¡°Defectors! Move to port! BRACE!...¡± Not in time, for That very minute making the orders unless. The impact connected dealing substantial damage to the front of the exterior platting Leaving large dents scorch marks where the target was aimed. The vessel shook with fierce thud. Consoles exploded. Its crew flew rigidly off balance taking the brunt, wires hung hissing, casting sparks, voices screeches, creaking wooden floors could be heard throughout the bridge. Painting fell teared at its seams, ornaments fell cracked,chucked about. Fellow Commander fleetingly attempted to pull himself out of the dazed state. Hurrying to exchange comms with the captain. Back on the planet below. He most definitely felt his own repercussions of his actions. Utter expressing anguish. The crowded figures mockingly laugh in absolutes, the leader inserting himself repelling the captain''s statement. ¡°We mimic Hoomons, hoomons mimic history. Captain dedicated to war.¡± Dean turned to the figures, his anger no doubt rising out of pity. If anything could be said about the ordeal, it didn''t leave his lips. Taking his anger out on the nearest target, immediately firing volumetric shots with his weapon. A small bubble deflected his shots. He roared, refusing to believe what he witnessed. "Impossible, it can not be. Your village should be in rubble... NOT MY SHIP!" The sorcerers did not interfere as the captain left planetside only to mock watched as the captain returned unscathed but emotionally scarred. Chapter 4 CHAPTER 4 The bridge crew recovered from the assault as best as they could. The commanding officer was very impatient, as he continued to hail the captain waiting for a response. Wedging the doors open with his strength, the captain entered the bridge slowly not even acknowledging the crew mates around him. The First officer staggered in a hurry to towards him, his scars visible. Before the officer could get a word in. More and more of the magicians'' warships started materializing, amassing an enormous fleet. Blake Angered by his judgement. ¡°Did you not heed my call, what the hell was that fiasco?¡± towards the captain, then made a general order. ¡°Evacuate the premises, full velocity for star base alpha.¡± Vanity warbled but in due course left the sector of space. Undoubtedly the imperials presence will return. As sorcery of all kinds let loose blasting every inch of the sector alight. All hell was let loose. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Dean attempting to cling on a shred of his dignity and pride he had left, to mask his failures due to his oversight. Blake glared in his direction. Simply he didn''t respond, and an eerie silence fell, the kind only audible sounds, the humming of the engine and the occasional sparks from the damaged consoles. Dean eventually spoke up. ¡°It appears... I underestimated the sorcery, their sheer force. As a result of my actions. You... no¡­ Vanity suffered. I dammed our nation by igniting a war.¡± his friend''s own spirit sank, shuddering in disbelief for the captain, his friend. ¡°No shit Sherlock! Were you expecting a prize?!¡± The captain did not react but continued. ¡°Once were at station I''ll hand over my command¡±- He was cut off by Blakes immediate retaliation on the subject. ¡°Over the queen''s dead body, you will! Britannia has fought civil wars before, we are conquerors at heart. BUT we strategically plan first¡­ besides No doubt if we can capture these being their species will make effective slaves or even military units.¡± The commander implied forcefully. Dean recovered slightly from his bitter heart. ¡°Quite right you are. Although we are out matched currently, I suspect they shall be deploying their forces to counter any further resistance from us. Blake replied. ¡°You''ll finish what you sowed, in the name of humanity for the Empire''s survival and victory. Prove vanities worth in the battle to come.¡± Dean¡¯s spirit returning. Straightening his stance and posture in agreement. Then ordering the communications officer ¡°send an emergency message informing the council of our arrival on route to the station¡± The communication offer acknowledged, and he got to work. chapter 5 CHAPTER 5 Vanity, battered, arrived its plating armor beaten and torn, prepared for docking procedures with the station. The base¡¯s repair team made immediate work to repair the damage, restocking any faulty equipment at a very effective rate. As Vanity slowly moved into place of the docking area. Aboard the space station in the meeting boardroom the Commander entered alongside the captain waiting for the digital screen to appear. The crooked face of a high-ranking council member appeared, sporting grey-white hair that comes with age but a gentleman of English nature. Dean spoke first. ¡°Admiral... Arthur.¡± The Admiral sighs with bitter concern. ¡°I''ve¡­- ¡°The man pauses follow by a few minor disappointing grunts. ¡°Received your report, looked it over with the rest of the council, their motioning to distribute funding to build a fleet. But unfortunately, I am having difficulty deciding who shall lead said fleet. These requests are not to be taken lightly you understand. No doubt once the proposal is in effect our efforts from colonising will shift to concentrate on the war front, albeit in that sector. Regardless we will need to pull support from our existing allies.¡± The admiral pauses.The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. Dean replied. ¡°We understand. and very much appreciate any aid or resources that can be offered on the matter.¡± Blake waited patiently for an opening. ¡°The station''s staff informed us Vanity has been restocked ready to undock at your command.¡± Dean replies. ¡°Have engineering inform me when restocking aboard is finished. "Aye sir". After furthermore exoring of the station Dean and Blake return to their ship to get underway. From the station¡¯s point of view, Vanity left the docking clamps and slowly reversed out with a cinematic feel to its exit. But undoubtedly very reduced speeds. Dean ponders to himself, ¡°why must the undocking¡¯s procedure keep us dawdling this long?¡± Chapter 6 CHAPTER 6 Below the depths of engineering, there are multiple console stations on each side, a velvet carpet catwalk strung out to the plasma core. The core itself is instilled by copper bronze pillars. Encasing the plasma core as a whole. a bothered Gaelic Scottish woman could be seen, Alyth. Her ensemble has sporting freckles on her face while in tailored high-waisted trousers attached to her body are suspenders overlaying her buttoned navy cotton uniform, her lipstick is painted a deep maroon, red hue. Her hair is gracefully ginger. There is a particular scar that stretches around her right eye. Presently she is hauling the last loads of equipment in a cart. When a quantum utensil releases from her grip landing a fierce bash, stubbing her toes, she curses vulgarly, in a thick Scottish Gaelic accent then looked around as the fellow engineers stood and gave her irritated stares.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. ¡°Ya'' canny ''elp mah ya bawbags! Jaysus!¡± the Gaelic technician scored The engineers retorted back grunting at her barely recognized her speech through her Gaelic accent, their faces sank but Her fellow Scotsman lends her a hand, she turns to the fellow engineers witnessing them still idling, staring at her predicament. She Desperately tries to convince the same Scotsman (who happens to have a different dialect) that her words are understandable. ¡°Ya ''ere me ya? Lad understands meh ''ight?¡± Alth desperately mentioned He paused briefly as he froze realizing even, he couldn''t comprehend her terms; he reacted. "Cannae huvnen clue lass." She bellows insulting any who''s in her vicinity. ¡°yer maw''s git balls n yer da'' loves it.¡± (Your mother has testicles and your father loves it.) The crowd of engineers laughed it off disregarding any understanding of the language then disperses, resuming their individual duties she storms off informing the captain loading is complete. Chapter 7 CHAPTER 7 As engineering had its hands full, and Dean still coming to terms with his situation, the admiral was now on the screen in Deans quarters, acknowledging the fleet is assembled above earth. Waiting for further instructions. ¡°Once rendezvoused with the fleet. You will be assigned to join them at earth, the council wishes to announce their orders on your arrival, ship wide. You ignited this incident; you''ll damn well damn finish it! For the king and country do the queen proud, you are magnificent son of a bitch!¡± as the admirals final remark then Comms abruptly ended. Dean saluted at the last over dramatic statement. In a patriotic affirmative. ¡°What-what.¡± Getting up to head to the bridge. Now on the main deck he reclines into the captain''s chair proud to serve his homeland nation, keying full ship-wide communications whilst the whistle is chiming over all decks. ¡°All hands hear this. We are at war! As the captain of this ship, the responsibility heavily relies on me. My actions have led to this matter. But I have full confidence in my crew... to serve, of course, maintain this vessel. Each one of you, I have chosen particularly because. We are mankind''s greatest creation! ¡°(¡°At least the English are.¡±) Make Great Britain proud. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!¡± The crews¡¯ morals boosted, "God save the queen¡± cries echoes throughout all decks every inch of the ship ¡°God save the bloody queen¡± ¡°Here-here."¡± Except The proud Gaelic lassie. naturally citing: ¡°skedaddle aff''... Scotland forever! Ya¡¯ Imperial bastards for William Wallace!¡±Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. This Captain in particular returns to face the front. ¡°Helm plot a course for earth maximum utter velocity.¡± The helmsman with tears streaming down his face cheeks. Buttons flashing on the panel pulling the dial to engage. "Aye sir!" The space around them gyrated gravity crushing in on itself. Colours, reality, in this point inverting to a negative effect. The mighty vessel initiatives warp in a matter of Miller seconds, as the beast vanishes away from the docking station, away from the sector. To reunite with its beloved warring nation. Destination: Earth. CHAPTER 8 CHAPTER 8 Within the horizon of the solar system, the famous mass of infinite flames, the sun lays north. Beyond the bright star, that spectacular almighty shining rock that humanity calls earth. Dawns into view. Looming above earth''s equator dotted throughout the system, vessels of various sizes and builds lay hovering, aligned to the imperial navy. Waiting in for the flagship to enter the fray. Various allied captains engage in idle gossip and strategic developments among the fleet. Waiting for their orders. As a booming sound echoed on its arrival The behemoth of the flagship emerged, its design towering overall the fleet, making even the powerful ships feel insignificant. An audio transmission was broadcasted all out the solar system, on the rare occasion one of the council members spoke with a hint of Japanese accent. Although it was clear enough to understand. "The councillors and I have formed an accurate analysis of the enemy''s techniques, therefore, have arranged schematics detailing structures and formation. I''d advise you to study these battle plans adequately and thoroughly. You all have a vital role to play, Vanity will be leading the assault, you will all assume your formation in groups. Sorcery, dark arts, everything, and anything relating to magic is a sin to humankind and the utmost must be eradicated at all costs. Do earth its due, show those heretics the full might of humanity. All ships report in."You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. As each vessel signs off roll call, their captains are shown on the viewport. "Vanity checking in." "Gallant standing by." "Fremont standing by.¡± ¡°Vito at the ready." One captain in particular catch Deans and Blakes¡¯ attention, with her vastly contrasting nature, the metal clink of Platform boots can be heard as their eyes follows upwards to see tight fish nets clamping her leggings, a brooding pitch-black one-piece dress adorned with ruffles that clings to her garments, all elements are adored by studs. The pinnacle features complete her fashion statement, is a dark black industrial. Polyvinyl chloride, captain''s cap embroidered with studs too. Her skin is as pale as the moonlight. Her pronunciation is slow, monotone, a melancholic delivery that¡¯s soft but even death¡¯s wrath feels itself is wrapped around her. "Dark angel... standing by." For the few frames her figure was projected onto the viewpoint, her impression left the bridge crew and its captain in awe. Mumbles and whispers of admiration rang out the ship. One of the cockney crew members, in an excitement boldly exclaimed ¡°cor blimey mate, I wouldn¡¯t mind her¡±, as he nudges his arms into another crew personnel highly suggestively. With that final sign off complete the fleet begins to jump to the said sector all in unison at the same time, creating a blinding mass of light brighter than the sun. Blinding anyone viewing space from earth¡¯s direction. The fleet initiates velocity travel. Chapter 9 CHAPTER 9 Given the estimated arrival will be a while, there will be down time from the journey, aboard the Vanity. To pass the time Dean decides to enter the shooting range, The small recreational room holds the same baroque fashion as seen before, the range itself offers some hovering holo targets at the back end, weapons are plastered on the counters in front with a LED screen above, the weapons date to 18th century furthermore more into obscure newer futuristic sleek designs. To the right are lockers, wooden benches. He lines himself up in one of the booths, looking to equip first, a smooth shorthand-sized handrail pistol. Catches his eyes, surely enough to pack a punch. Aiming at one of the targets the little pistol charges and in burst rounds fires in circular patterns towards its target. Embers dissipating on impact, above him a score on an LED screen is shown. 98. He scorns at the fact. ¡°Ninety-eight? Not good enough, damn it.¡± Exclaiming in frustration. He was about to charge the weapon again when he couldn''t help but look as he slowly turned to his right, where a crew member was certainly very drunk that man laid on his side. Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. The fellow could be seen adorning an unassigned scuffed light blue tunic with a nonmilitary standard uniform, as it has no buttons present, more so, laid-back casual black jean is draped to his boots. Eventually the fellow rose to a seated position, as he drunkenly hiccupped, slurring his words ¡°cap-n.¡± Dean''s reaction, wincing at the state of this poor cadet, the captain just stood still, it''s all he could focus on. The drunk man slowly rose, stood up on his feet and gave a suggestion to the for what his next beverage should mix it with. It then dawned on Dean that he could barely identify the accent with the man''s sluggish audible slurs. ¡°God-dammit your Finnish?! Why the bloody hell did we recruit you?¡± Ignoring the insults the drunkard continued to stagger towards the range, the Finnish cadet took out a sniper rifle with ease, aimed at the holo targets, achieving impress feats while drunk, firing with impossible but accuracy aim. His score was ¡°100¡± on the LED screen. The captain looked impressed but then gave a disdained reminder of really who¡¯s in charge ¡°Impressive, but I remind you, England has declared your kind as enemies¡± giving him a deep stare of disapproval otherwise. Heikki, too drunk to care but deep enough that the term reached him crystal clear, scooted back to the bench, his clumsiness getting the better of him caused him to tumble over, spilling the remaining liquor as he trilled his words. ¡°Helvetii perkele¡± (¡°the hell, dam¡±) as he was making a prat of himself. By which time the captain left the range, too disgusted to be in his presence, he headed towards his quarters, comms updated him on the time, in his precinct he went looking over the battle plans on his desk, as a holographic view of the fleet stats, detailing their specs of each vessel, the timing towards the location and formation, but nevertheless, the guilt that caused nearly the destruction of his own ship still stirred in the back of his mind.