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Orbital Shipyard AIY-001
In Orbit around Jaspis 3
8th Month, 7th Day, Second Quarter, AF 260
2300 hours
It was a strange day on board the Orbital Shipyard AIY-001 "Great Builder". Hundreds of reporters from hundreds of news sources were swarming the observation deck for the main scaffolding. It was quite a sight too, considering nearly thirty of the Abwehran Weltraumflotte's first Capital Ship Design were sitting in dock with skeleton crews.
All the Reporters had a great view of the sight of both vessels and a stage off to the left side. On the stage, a podium with a microphone sat at the center front and three occupied seats offset to the right. The first seat was occupied by the Shipyard Manager, a balding, heavy-set man with goggles over his eyes. The second seat was occupied by none other than Augustus Dietrich, the designer of the thirty beauties docked within view. The final seat was occupied by a voluptuous woman in Weltraumflotte Mess. Her shoulder-length, crimson hair was tied back in a pony-tail, which revealed a rather striking scar starting just above her left eye and moving down to her left cheek. It seemed deep enough to have taken out her eye, but the medical technology of the Abwehrans was enough to get her a cloned replacement. She was well into her 30s (count early 100s in Standard years) and was quite possibly one of the few veterans of the Pirate Wars still in a command position. She was also infamously known as the Fleet Admiral of the Ersteflotte, Admiral Adala Sommers.
"Quite the turn out," the Plant Manager whispered with a bit of concern. "I haven't had this many guest in a long time."
"They've come to see the fine ladies out on the docks." Dietrich said with a smile. He meant it, too. Those Wahrheits were everything that he had imagined them to be: sleek, strong, and dark beauties of war.
"You've done a good job."
"All we did was follow the designs, Herr Dietrich," the Plant Manager replied with a nervous chuckle.
"Well, it was a job well done either way," Adala finally spoke with her contralto coming out with a slight musical note. "I can't wait to get these beauties out where they belong. Showing everyone the Abwehrans aren't here to be screwed with," the Admiral growled almost hungrily.
Dietrich nodded. That's what he had designed them for -- those cannons mounted on the front would level a Yamataian shield if he had any inkling for their strength. What else could be asked of them?
"I would hope you use them wisely, Frau Sommers. I guarantee that if you treat them well, they'll treat you well."
"Oh, I definitely plan on it," Adala replied with a grin as she sat back and crossed her right leg over her left.
"Anyway, I guess I should start things up," the Plant Manager replied as he stood up to take the podium. "Greetings Members of the Press and Welcome to AIY-001," the Manager began with a nervous smile. Several flashes of Image Recorders could be seen, which only made the Manager even more nervous. "Today is a great day for both Imperial Yards and the Empire. Today, we launch 60 of the largest starship designs ever constructed by our company. These masterpieces of Abwehran Engineering are to be the great defenders of our proud nation..." he went on.
"I hate when they start this up," Adala muttered as she composed her expression into one of neutrality.
Dietrich hid his smile. "Watch him ramble. He's a mediocre speaker at best, I think. Very unsurprising, and everyone in the Empire can tell he's nervous. Weakness like that would make for a lost election -- or an ice-out in basic training. Am I right, Admiral?"
The corporate executive/senator said. He wanted Adala to like him. Men or women of her standing were rare and good friends if they could be found.
"Quite true Herr Dietrich," Adala replied with a snort. "You're quite the smooth-talker for a young'un." the Admiral snorted in amusement again, though her expression was still nuetral. "Luckily for us, his fear seemed to be coming back. This will save us from more rambling." she stated before tuning back into the speech.
"...And now, I'd like to present the man who made this all possible. Herr Augustus Dietrich," he introduced as the Image Recorders became a cascade of flashes. The Plant Manager turned to the Representative and offered his sweaty hand.
Augustus stood slowly when the Manager beckoned to him, and unhurriedly walked toward the goggled Nightwalker. Augustus didn't mind sweat -- though he felt that most occasions could do with out it -- and grasped the abwehran's hand firmly with his top two. The bottom two went to his wrist, and vigorously shook his arm. He held the Manager in place for a solid ten seconds, keeping the count in his mind.
He had planned his actions beforehand. Planned it twice... Ten times... Twenty. Until he had gotten every nuance of his speech down and every breath he took was timed and fitted between the words where they wouldn't be noticed.
Once the shaking was done, and Augustus was sure the Manager would be vibrating for the rest of the day, he approached the microphone.
He made a show of clearing his throat, exaggerating it in the hope of perhaps a laugh or two. "Today is a great day..." he said with a measured smirk.
"I won't put you through that again -- don't you know me? No. I won't say it was my achievement, and I won't say that these great beasts are works of art. I don't hide in the dark crying, thinking I need the praise. Because I have a purpose. And these... Things have a purpose too."
He cast his gaze at the Battlecruisers, the center of the event.
"They were built by Abwehrans. They are used by Abwehrans. They are here for Abwehrans. They are the blades that will be plunged into the hearts of our enemies, no matter who they are."
Dietrich's eyes went back to the cameras. He did his best to look into each and every lense, using an ancient tactic designed to reach out to viewers who weren't actually there.
"This isn't a great day -- it's a stepping stone into a Great Era. And who better to tell you of the coming era, than someone who commands the ones who would be on the frontlines defending it and making it real? Admiral Sommers, would you please tell us?"
And then Dietrich stepped down and away from the podium. His feet came together and his body fell into attention as he pulled and held a salute to the Admiral.
The Admiral stood up slowly and brought up a salute of her own before bringing it back down and heading towards the podium. "Just like I said, a smooth-talker," she whispered so that only Augustus could here before stepping up to the mic.
"It's quite simple," Adala stated, getting straight to the point. "With the Wahrheits in our fleet, the Weltraumflotte's firepower has pretty much tripled in comparison to just a few days ago. But the Wahrheit is just the beginning, just like Herr Dietrich said," the Admiral said confidentally. "It may take a while until we are up to par with some of the larger nations of our galaxy, but Abwehrans aren't the type of people to give in easily. With this step in the right direction, we soldiers of the Abwehran Star Empire will become a premier fighting force in the galaxy to protect our loved ones and our values. This -- is something I promise to you and to every single person in the Empire." the Admiral finished before stepping to the side and bringing out a mouth piece from under the podium.
"All forces," she spoke into the mouth piece. "Launch!"
Simultaneously, every single Wahrheit disengaged from the docking clamps of the scaffold and slowly began to move forward. The flashes of the Image Recorders stopped as they allowed the Shipyard's external cameras to take all the photos they needed. As if the mammoth vessels were a pack of Tyrani, each and every Wahrheit flew as one out of the scaffolding and into space to begin their journey to Weltraumflotte HQ for ordnance and crew.
Dietrich gave a low whistle. "Well done, Admiral."
"When I throw a party, I throw a party with authority," the older woman replied with a chuckle as the Press could only stare in awe. Some of them even applauded at the spectacle.
"Well, if you treat my babies nice, and you bring them home in one piece, I don't have any problem with you taking them out again." Dietrich said.
"They aren't your babies anymore, Herr Dietrich. They've been adopted by the Ersteflotte, which means they're my kids now. Remember that kid and we'll do just fine." the older woman replied in a sly manner.
"They're the loyal sort. Rough around the edges to strangers, perhaps... And the joke is dead."
Dietrich tore his eyes away from the retreating engine flares of the Battlecruisers to look at the Admiral.
"I wish you the best of luck, Admiral Sommers." He said.
OFF
Orbital Shipyard AIY-001
In Orbit around Jaspis 3
8th Month, 7th Day, Second Quarter, AF 260
2300 hours
It was a strange day on board the Orbital Shipyard AIY-001 "Great Builder". Hundreds of reporters from hundreds of news sources were swarming the observation deck for the main scaffolding. It was quite a sight too, considering nearly thirty of the Abwehran Weltraumflotte's first Capital Ship Design were sitting in dock with skeleton crews.
All the Reporters had a great view of the sight of both vessels and a stage off to the left side. On the stage, a podium with a microphone sat at the center front and three occupied seats offset to the right. The first seat was occupied by the Shipyard Manager, a balding, heavy-set man with goggles over his eyes. The second seat was occupied by none other than Augustus Dietrich, the designer of the thirty beauties docked within view. The final seat was occupied by a voluptuous woman in Weltraumflotte Mess. Her shoulder-length, crimson hair was tied back in a pony-tail, which revealed a rather striking scar starting just above her left eye and moving down to her left cheek. It seemed deep enough to have taken out her eye, but the medical technology of the Abwehrans was enough to get her a cloned replacement. She was well into her 30s (count early 100s in Standard years) and was quite possibly one of the few veterans of the Pirate Wars still in a command position. She was also infamously known as the Fleet Admiral of the Ersteflotte, Admiral Adala Sommers.
"Quite the turn out," the Plant Manager whispered with a bit of concern. "I haven't had this many guest in a long time."
"They've come to see the fine ladies out on the docks." Dietrich said with a smile. He meant it, too. Those Wahrheits were everything that he had imagined them to be: sleek, strong, and dark beauties of war.
"You've done a good job."
"All we did was follow the designs, Herr Dietrich," the Plant Manager replied with a nervous chuckle.
"Well, it was a job well done either way," Adala finally spoke with her contralto coming out with a slight musical note. "I can't wait to get these beauties out where they belong. Showing everyone the Abwehrans aren't here to be screwed with," the Admiral growled almost hungrily.
Dietrich nodded. That's what he had designed them for -- those cannons mounted on the front would level a Yamataian shield if he had any inkling for their strength. What else could be asked of them?
"I would hope you use them wisely, Frau Sommers. I guarantee that if you treat them well, they'll treat you well."
"Oh, I definitely plan on it," Adala replied with a grin as she sat back and crossed her right leg over her left.
"Anyway, I guess I should start things up," the Plant Manager replied as he stood up to take the podium. "Greetings Members of the Press and Welcome to AIY-001," the Manager began with a nervous smile. Several flashes of Image Recorders could be seen, which only made the Manager even more nervous. "Today is a great day for both Imperial Yards and the Empire. Today, we launch 60 of the largest starship designs ever constructed by our company. These masterpieces of Abwehran Engineering are to be the great defenders of our proud nation..." he went on.
"I hate when they start this up," Adala muttered as she composed her expression into one of neutrality.
Dietrich hid his smile. "Watch him ramble. He's a mediocre speaker at best, I think. Very unsurprising, and everyone in the Empire can tell he's nervous. Weakness like that would make for a lost election -- or an ice-out in basic training. Am I right, Admiral?"
The corporate executive/senator said. He wanted Adala to like him. Men or women of her standing were rare and good friends if they could be found.
"Quite true Herr Dietrich," Adala replied with a snort. "You're quite the smooth-talker for a young'un." the Admiral snorted in amusement again, though her expression was still nuetral. "Luckily for us, his fear seemed to be coming back. This will save us from more rambling." she stated before tuning back into the speech.
"...And now, I'd like to present the man who made this all possible. Herr Augustus Dietrich," he introduced as the Image Recorders became a cascade of flashes. The Plant Manager turned to the Representative and offered his sweaty hand.
Augustus stood slowly when the Manager beckoned to him, and unhurriedly walked toward the goggled Nightwalker. Augustus didn't mind sweat -- though he felt that most occasions could do with out it -- and grasped the abwehran's hand firmly with his top two. The bottom two went to his wrist, and vigorously shook his arm. He held the Manager in place for a solid ten seconds, keeping the count in his mind.
He had planned his actions beforehand. Planned it twice... Ten times... Twenty. Until he had gotten every nuance of his speech down and every breath he took was timed and fitted between the words where they wouldn't be noticed.
Once the shaking was done, and Augustus was sure the Manager would be vibrating for the rest of the day, he approached the microphone.
He made a show of clearing his throat, exaggerating it in the hope of perhaps a laugh or two. "Today is a great day..." he said with a measured smirk.
"I won't put you through that again -- don't you know me? No. I won't say it was my achievement, and I won't say that these great beasts are works of art. I don't hide in the dark crying, thinking I need the praise. Because I have a purpose. And these... Things have a purpose too."
He cast his gaze at the Battlecruisers, the center of the event.
"They were built by Abwehrans. They are used by Abwehrans. They are here for Abwehrans. They are the blades that will be plunged into the hearts of our enemies, no matter who they are."
Dietrich's eyes went back to the cameras. He did his best to look into each and every lense, using an ancient tactic designed to reach out to viewers who weren't actually there.
"This isn't a great day -- it's a stepping stone into a Great Era. And who better to tell you of the coming era, than someone who commands the ones who would be on the frontlines defending it and making it real? Admiral Sommers, would you please tell us?"
And then Dietrich stepped down and away from the podium. His feet came together and his body fell into attention as he pulled and held a salute to the Admiral.
The Admiral stood up slowly and brought up a salute of her own before bringing it back down and heading towards the podium. "Just like I said, a smooth-talker," she whispered so that only Augustus could here before stepping up to the mic.
"It's quite simple," Adala stated, getting straight to the point. "With the Wahrheits in our fleet, the Weltraumflotte's firepower has pretty much tripled in comparison to just a few days ago. But the Wahrheit is just the beginning, just like Herr Dietrich said," the Admiral said confidentally. "It may take a while until we are up to par with some of the larger nations of our galaxy, but Abwehrans aren't the type of people to give in easily. With this step in the right direction, we soldiers of the Abwehran Star Empire will become a premier fighting force in the galaxy to protect our loved ones and our values. This -- is something I promise to you and to every single person in the Empire." the Admiral finished before stepping to the side and bringing out a mouth piece from under the podium.
"All forces," she spoke into the mouth piece. "Launch!"
Simultaneously, every single Wahrheit disengaged from the docking clamps of the scaffold and slowly began to move forward. The flashes of the Image Recorders stopped as they allowed the Shipyard's external cameras to take all the photos they needed. As if the mammoth vessels were a pack of Tyrani, each and every Wahrheit flew as one out of the scaffolding and into space to begin their journey to Weltraumflotte HQ for ordnance and crew.
Dietrich gave a low whistle. "Well done, Admiral."
"When I throw a party, I throw a party with authority," the older woman replied with a chuckle as the Press could only stare in awe. Some of them even applauded at the spectacle.
"Well, if you treat my babies nice, and you bring them home in one piece, I don't have any problem with you taking them out again." Dietrich said.
"They aren't your babies anymore, Herr Dietrich. They've been adopted by the Ersteflotte, which means they're my kids now. Remember that kid and we'll do just fine." the older woman replied in a sly manner.
"They're the loyal sort. Rough around the edges to strangers, perhaps... And the joke is dead."
Dietrich tore his eyes away from the retreating engine flares of the Battlecruisers to look at the Admiral.
"I wish you the best of luck, Admiral Sommers." He said.
OFF
