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."
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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.