"Sir, sir!" An engineer ran up to daedalus as he flipped through some reports on the Agzarai situation. "We have finished, the ship is done. It is over 6,000 ships strong now. It awaits your cristening. The Champaign bottle is all set."
"Yes, well done sir. I will have to declare this a national holiday. I will arrive to the platform shortly." The engineer leaves with a big grin on his face. Daedalus called him sir. Daedalus calls up his tactical advisors. "From the looks of your report we may not need to use the unnamed ship. It appears the the Agzarai have not attacked in weaks. All the attacks before were successfully repelled by the Empire."
<Yes, sir. It appears that maybe the Agzarai are not very strong after all. It is possible that they have been scared off. However, I doubt it, we have lost contact with the Ramans and it is no longer possible to travel to their space. It could be that the Agzarai have destroyed them before coming back for us. However, his too I doubt. The Ramans are an intelligent yet ruthless race. They would not be defeated so easily.>
"I agree with your reasoning couselor. We must keep the actual confirmation of the Ship secret as long as possible. Let the rumors sink in. I must leave you now to attend the ceremony. If you do not wish to attend, think of some fantastic rumors to spread."
<Yes, sir. Thank you.>
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Daedalus took the quickest shuttle to LOP-1 (low orbit platform). This was the largest platform yet its thrusters were firing continuously to keep it and the 5 million people on it in orbit. A red carpet awaited Daedalus as he stepped out of the shuttle amidst tremendous cheering from the inhabitants of F-25 and the Trader Republic. Holo crews hovered over head with their cameras so that hundreds of billions of viewers could watch the display from their homes. Daedalus walked the carpet with is black cape trailing behind him, silver armor glinting in the sun. Black suited Miranu nervously glanced among the multitudes for suspicious characters, wondering why their leader so favored these public displays. Daedalus reached the podium.
-Behind him was the edge of the platform and nothing else, but a red ribbon and a bottle of champaign. He stole a quick word with a near-by engineer, the grin still on his face. "Are the projectors ready." "Functioning normally sir." "This has got to be the biggest public deception in the history of the galaxy." "How can I disagree with you sir." Daedalus smiled and addressed the crowd.
-"I am sure many of you have been curious about all of the strange shipments around here recently. Some of you may even have ventured into the nebula to see where they went. From the press, you know that we have now completed a flagship of tremendous proportions to lead the Silver Fleet into battle. I stand before you, about to reveal this magnificent ship, this miracle of engineering, this product of you, the citizens. This is the result of your support. This is a symbol of what a nation can achieve when all the people work together." Daedalus raised the bottle. "I present to you..." The crowd was now silent, watching the space behind the podium in expectance. "...the T.R. Resonance!!." At this exclamation, the blackness of space disappeared. Daedalus broke the bottle of champaign on te nose of a mountain. The crowds gaped in awe, behind the podium stretching in both directions, farther than the eye could see, was smooth gold metal. Directly behind Daedalus was a large window, the bridge. It took a several second for the magnificance to be contemplated by the individuals of the crowd."
-I one, unanimous instant, the entire crowd erupted in a cheer that rocked the platform. Cries of glee were present on everyone. Daedalus looked over them, smiling, filled, like everyone watching the scene, with a deep pride for their nation. After 30 minutes of this cheering, a whiring sound was heard. Out of the smooth hull of the ship, over 2000 turrets revealed themselves. Then began the biggest light show ever as the many different colors of blaze, ion, neutron, blast, and emphalga turrets fired over the heads of the still cheering crowd.
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Give them shell! give them solid shot! Damn them, give them anything!