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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tun Kai Poh" data-source="post: 8436270" data-attributes="member: 6761960">Ultimate Remarks"Weapons are at 50%, Captain," CGO Bryant says, her face glowing red amidst the sea of blue from the warnings flashing across the screen."Starboard SPK is nominal. Systems are holding," calls out one of her gunners. The man next to him reports: "Portside SPK is nearing critical surge capacity. Power coils are close to meltdown." He looks up, "She'll probably blow when we fire."Caspian nods. "Have all crews clear the port weapons spaces and secure them against damage cascades. Arm the emergency breakers," he stares at the sensor shadows of the distant purview fleet and a cruel smile crosses his lips."I do hope you will be impressed at our little light show, Strike Captain," he says quietly to himself.On board the Richard Wagner, Captain Rodin straps himself into his spacesuit with just a slight sigh of regret. "My first space battle, and no sign of the Rex anywhere.""Sir, it will get hot enough even without the Rex," says his NHP assistant, Hawker. "The Titania is carrying a Demisolar Lance, which is rated at...well, a significant fraction of the output of a star. If the battle drags on into 2 days, we will see that weapon fire. And that is in addition to whatever that black sphere is."Hawker highlights what appears to be a globe of utter nothingness suspended over the Titania's bow.Tiburce Rodin tilts his head. "That sphere reminds me of the omnigun on the Horus Pegasus. The gun that defies physics and never misses?""I'm sorry sir, you're absolutely right. A ship-scale omnigun."Rodin sighs again.[ATTACH=full]145674[/ATTACH]<a href="https://twitter.com/Orbitaldropkick/status/1039992935151022080?t=qE7oiISBD1GsS2bVf447uA&s=19" target="_blank">Horus Pegasus art by Tom Parkinson-Morgan</a>A message comes through from the Shaka Zulu to the Nikolai Bukharin, but it is marked Captain's Eyes Only.Strike Captain Bannon looms large, leaning into the display interface. "The disrespect. The sheer disrespect. That, I will not forgive. Captain St. Germaine, before this fight is done, I swear I shall rake your Second Committee relic from stem to stern!""Respect is earned, Strike Captain. It cannot be demanded by force," Tabitha replies coldly, then turns back to open comms. "This is the UNS-BB Nikolai Bukharin of the Union 2nd Crisis Response Group to all encroaching Purview ships. You are violating the Union no-fly corridor and are required to stand down pending an appropriate escort out of the conflict zone. Failure to do so will considered a hostile act and you will be fired upon. This is my third and final warning. Stand down immediately!""Well, now that procedure is out of the way, can we shoot?" Caspian smirks slightly.Tabitha, nods, "I don't think they're going to stand down when they think they have the upper hand, so we give them enough time to get the message, then we start shooting."Next: Prayers and digital apotheosis</blockquote>

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