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The gigantic battle goddess YSS Hokorimasu returning glorious from her last battle had finished her repairs and resupply only a day ago. The Taisho Endo Shizuka, was sitting relaxed in her chair high up over the cavernous command center on the highest tier of the Glorious Chiharu-Class Flagship, her twin NH-33X fleet aids Chouko Ayane - the blue haired pink iris' Chusa, and her sister Ayano - pink haired, blue eyed Chusa, were standing over the fleet overlay tactical table. The twins were watching slowly refreshing relays of a growing tension over eighty light years away, one of the twins rises her pink eyes up to her supreme commander. "Shizuka-Taisho, the situation is growing more tense by the moment, are we going to respond?"
The Red Lion with her arms crossed stared coolly at the battle board, as the situation played out before her eyes. Her eyelids closed a moment, fluttering as she communicated to the grand Taisho Yui that she was willing to respond as fast as she possibly could. She got what she was waiting for, all green. Shizuka rose up from her chair and past the battle table, towards the rail above the rest of the busy center which was buzzing with chatter of all the various 120 operators pulling together all of the 8th SF's current statuses, and most of the commotion growing over what now looked now looked like a growing potential for a grand theater of combat. She nodded her messy blonde mane, crossing her tan arms across her petite chest as she let the gravity of the situation settle in.
"Well, I guess it's time to show them our southern style," she said under her breath as she nodded softly to herself. She was assured of her self, and felt it necessary to be there, if this was to escalate into the next grand warfield. Everyone who knew the Red Lion knew that she wouldn't sit idly by, that she'd be ready to pounce and wade through into the battle to rescue their own. The command clicked in her head and the main screen displayed a transparent 'sound only' as she opened communications across the whole 8SF.
"I know we are tired, worn and weary. But there is a great threat growing in the galactic northern reaches, a potential for a situation to explode into a war that could threaten our borders. I know it's a lot, but we must continue onwards--- for honor, pride and victory!" her voice echoed though out the small system and outwards to the other ships of the fleet, and then with her words said she returned to her seat and nodded firmly to her aids.
"Make it happen, we'll take half the fleet and support our forces--- relay with the rest of the responding fleets. We're going to bare he teeth of our beasts." With that a battle group of 200 hungry ships started to form and triangulate their FTL coordinations to the very edge of Yamataian space. The mass of Yammies shifted and pointed in the same direction, then in an instant they all streaked out into space.
The Red Lion with her arms crossed stared coolly at the battle board, as the situation played out before her eyes. Her eyelids closed a moment, fluttering as she communicated to the grand Taisho Yui that she was willing to respond as fast as she possibly could. She got what she was waiting for, all green. Shizuka rose up from her chair and past the battle table, towards the rail above the rest of the busy center which was buzzing with chatter of all the various 120 operators pulling together all of the 8th SF's current statuses, and most of the commotion growing over what now looked now looked like a growing potential for a grand theater of combat. She nodded her messy blonde mane, crossing her tan arms across her petite chest as she let the gravity of the situation settle in.
"Well, I guess it's time to show them our southern style," she said under her breath as she nodded softly to herself. She was assured of her self, and felt it necessary to be there, if this was to escalate into the next grand warfield. Everyone who knew the Red Lion knew that she wouldn't sit idly by, that she'd be ready to pounce and wade through into the battle to rescue their own. The command clicked in her head and the main screen displayed a transparent 'sound only' as she opened communications across the whole 8SF.
"I know we are tired, worn and weary. But there is a great threat growing in the galactic northern reaches, a potential for a situation to explode into a war that could threaten our borders. I know it's a lot, but we must continue onwards--- for honor, pride and victory!" her voice echoed though out the small system and outwards to the other ships of the fleet, and then with her words said she returned to her seat and nodded firmly to her aids.
"Make it happen, we'll take half the fleet and support our forces--- relay with the rest of the responding fleets. We're going to bare he teeth of our beasts." With that a battle group of 200 hungry ships started to form and triangulate their FTL coordinations to the very edge of Yamataian space. The mass of Yammies shifted and pointed in the same direction, then in an instant they all streaked out into space.
