Fifty miles off the California coast
One of his lieutenants signals with a handwave. "Target is within five hundred meters."
The captain of this vessel leans back in his chair and steeples his hands thoughtfully.
I want a clean spread. Ravager and Carcheron take the above and below flanks, Perseus and Kanashimi on port and starboard, Sibilant behind. We'll flank her in front. All cloaking shields, drop on my mark.
All phase torpedoes loaded and locked. Any dog who fires without my command will be beached, and all his troops with him.
For the glory of Atlantax, gentlemen.
Mark.
And the die is cast.
The captain of this vessel leans back in his chair and steeples his hands thoughtfully.
I want a clean spread. Ravager and Carcheron take the above and below flanks, Perseus and Kanashimi on port and starboard, Sibilant behind. We'll flank her in front. All cloaking shields, drop on my mark.
All phase torpedoes loaded and locked. Any dog who fires without my command will be beached, and all his troops with him.
For the glory of Atlantax, gentlemen.
Mark.
And the die is cast.