Character
THE CNS AL'RAJA
BASSADRO SECTOR
CONFEDERATE SPACE
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Duty was…duty was.
He could not think of anything profound to say. He had done this far too often to count to regurgitate something insightful or stoic, in the serenity of the moment. But it was something he took seriously and sincerely. He knew that the paradoxical nature of combat meant that to balance the horror and chaos of war, there was order and pomp and ceremony, a celebration of life whilst it could still be lived.
High Marshal Verin Oldo stood on the bridge of his flagship, the Victator-class Battlecruiser CNS Al’raja, veteran of several combat missions including Dantooine, and he marvelled. There was a full regatta today, various Lines of the Armada present and in order. There were several investitures occurring today and Oldo took each one a personal moment to thank the recipient for their duty…that word again.
He had commander a singular Line for much of his professional career, the mighty 513. He had commander Fleets. And now he commanded the entire Sector navy. Every serving element of the Confederate Navy within the Sector now looked to him for answers and reassurances.
He gulped.
He smiled a little as he thought of his own investiture. He laughed audibly thinking of the young upstart Kiff Brayde who had seen fit to call him a close confident and trusted Commander. He was now the Minister of War. How things changed.
Since Talay.
The adjutant assisting today escorted Verin towards the main hangar, the shuttles from the Lines arriving in good order, filled with servicemen and women, and their families often, to receive their commissions, promotions, and assignments.
He looked down the list:
Charr-lee Centvin
Jel Eweson
Garm Oligard
Toffin Macobi
He knew Oligard’s name. They had not served together, as with the size of the Navy would intimate, but he had heard his name mentioned favourably. A promotion to Commander? Most excellent.
He looked to the adjutant who would walk off to greet the recipients and bring them forward to receive their commissions when the time came. Until then, Verin waited and thought of something to say.
Duty is…
BASSADRO SECTOR
CONFEDERATE SPACE
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Duty was…duty was.
He could not think of anything profound to say. He had done this far too often to count to regurgitate something insightful or stoic, in the serenity of the moment. But it was something he took seriously and sincerely. He knew that the paradoxical nature of combat meant that to balance the horror and chaos of war, there was order and pomp and ceremony, a celebration of life whilst it could still be lived.
High Marshal Verin Oldo stood on the bridge of his flagship, the Victator-class Battlecruiser CNS Al’raja, veteran of several combat missions including Dantooine, and he marvelled. There was a full regatta today, various Lines of the Armada present and in order. There were several investitures occurring today and Oldo took each one a personal moment to thank the recipient for their duty…that word again.
He had commander a singular Line for much of his professional career, the mighty 513. He had commander Fleets. And now he commanded the entire Sector navy. Every serving element of the Confederate Navy within the Sector now looked to him for answers and reassurances.
He gulped.
He smiled a little as he thought of his own investiture. He laughed audibly thinking of the young upstart Kiff Brayde who had seen fit to call him a close confident and trusted Commander. He was now the Minister of War. How things changed.
Since Talay.
The adjutant assisting today escorted Verin towards the main hangar, the shuttles from the Lines arriving in good order, filled with servicemen and women, and their families often, to receive their commissions, promotions, and assignments.
He looked down the list:
Charr-lee Centvin
Jel Eweson
Garm Oligard
Toffin Macobi
He knew Oligard’s name. They had not served together, as with the size of the Navy would intimate, but he had heard his name mentioned favourably. A promotion to Commander? Most excellent.
He looked to the adjutant who would walk off to greet the recipients and bring them forward to receive their commissions when the time came. Until then, Verin waited and thought of something to say.
Duty is…