Ragnorak
Sera Boon looked out the large veiw port of the Ragnoraks most popular bar. The lights were dim and no one other then her was in the place. The only other light was the swirling chaos of hyperspace that haunted her face. She wacthed as the last of the frieghters disappered from sight, heading away from the Ragnorak; their cargo was the last of the civillians of Ragnorak.
The Council had come to one last decision, and despite everything that Boon and even a returned Hawk Kael had put forth, they had been overruled. It was decided that 300000 people would be shiped to the Haven colonies to start a new life if the massive city-ship was destroyed in battle. Sera took a sip of her still warm tea and gave a silent salute. She would miss the people who had left for she had many good friends amongst them.
The room lit up slightly as the main door opened to let in light. After a second the door closed as someone walked in. Sera didnt turn around as there was a small amount of noise and the pouring of liquid. The aging major had thought that the person would leave, but she was wrong. The person came up to stand besides her. A quick glance revealed it to be Hawk Kael, a bit bruised but healthy from his stay in Saalia. He just stood there and wacthed the swirls of hyperspace and sipped his own drink, which from the smell was derrix cider, a rarity which was not seen on the ship very often. For a while the two Zacha stood side by side looking out the window in silence, until Hawk spoke.
They will be missed by all Major. This place has been their home for more then a decade, and in less then a week she may be gone; funny how things are. It makes me think on my choice in becoming a Zacha. Tell me old friend, do you ever regret walking down this path and becoming Zacha?
Sera looked at Hawk and smiled faintly. She had known the Kisani for fifteen years, ever since he joined the cause to fight renegades. Then she had been a pilot with more then enough scores to mark her as elite. At their first meeting, he vibrantly objected over Hawks joining, even if he had aided in hunting down many deadly renegades beforehand. After that they began to grow a budding friendship. She replied quietly and in calm tone, In all my time that Ive been Zacha, no one has ever asked me that. The answer to your querry, half-terran, is yes. Ive seen many close friends die and buried in battles, and it has aged me far beyond what I appear to be. But if I could do it all over again, I would do it again and acept. Ive come to make many more friends in the civillian and Zacha populations then I wouldve as a mere fighter pilot. What of you, old friend; did you ever regret the choices you made?
Hawk smiled faintly in turn. This had often been a game between them, but the question of regret had never come up. The Kisani was silent a moment before answering. The one thing in a being a renegade is the fact when change must come. Ive lived nearly two hundered years as you know, a secret Ive told very few, and in that time Ive been many things. Ive told you how my father was an explorer and how he encountered Earth and took back with him a human wife to the Crescent. Human and Kisani blood run through these veins and it made me restless. Ive been an honor guard aboard a Kisani ship, a priest of the Fate Kian, and for much of my years a renegade who wished no harm to innocents. It is true that I lack the focus to lead now because my two sides are clashing again, but I come to realize something: my life had no goal in my years before the Zacha. Tell me that I would lead them more then three decades ago and I would scoff and turn away. Two years before I joined, I realized my longing for a path to follow.
Hawk held up his right arm to show the aser he wore. A year before I joined, I made this and placed it upon my arm. I knew that I could never take it off again for long periods because I would weaken and die. This aser is more then some weapon but a part of me; it symbolizes the greatest sacrafise one can make in not following the path of a renegade. The first time I used it it was bound to my very being and the scarafise was made. Very few people could ever hope to live up to the oath and they often become killed by others. Not many dare bind with one because they fear something in them will go elsewhere. No race, be they Terran, Miranu, Kisani, or even Voinian can hope to do so, save for those few. Yet my final attempt to leave behind my past was when I became Zacha. They have become my friends, family, and home. We can be shattered, yes, but also we can be reforged. It is in our training to think so. So in a short answer, Sera, no I dont regret my choice.
For another long silence they stood looking out the window. Sera was the one to break the silence this time. Were getting too damn old for this, Hawk. But Ill be damned if I go down without a fight.
Hawk grinned and replied, Ill drink to both, Sera. I wish I could go with you on this, but thanks to our good dear Dr. Jackson Im on leave for Vuna. It will be a shame, but Sisay chose right in giving role of command to Commander Sojin. If any can pull of a victory for the Zacha, it can be him. Weve also got the bonus edge of the ol gal to show up. He downed the last of his cider and looked at his old friend. Take care of yourself, old friend, and take care of the Ragnorak as well. May your God see you through this in one piece. Teach those Prylak that this is our galaxy and only her inhabbitants have the right to kick each others asses, not some outside force. He hugged Sera and left.
Sera stood in the galley for a bit longer when she saw a single blue fighter launch away from the Ragnorak and with thrusers burning headed away at great speed. Soon it was gone. With a silent salute, the Major gave a final salute and finished her tea. She left the galley and headed down the corridors and lifts to a certain deck. As she entered the old room, a place long forgotten, she saw it alive and bustiling. It was the origanl command center, from where the ship was to be commanded during times of combat. With a quick nod to Voan, who was sitting at the helm where he was meant to be, Sera took the command chair. With a quick command, the massive Ragnorak moved towards the goal it was built for: Combat.
After all, the four mile long ship had been built as a war-ship...
Sojin sat quietly in his office, listening to an old music from Earth. It came from the highlands of Scotland, and it seemed to draw the human back into the past of Earth, before it had been reduced to a mere dead rock by the Azdgari. The music was interuppted by a beeping nosie and the commander was thrown into reality. He saw the desk monitor beeping and he hit panel to activate it. The image of his first office came on board and her face bore shock and surprise. Sorry to bother you sir, but sensors picked up something big in hyperspace. By big, I mean massive. The information is being rerouted to your office now.
Sojin sat up, his intrest peaking. Thank you, Commander Erin. If I have need of anything I will call you. With that he turned off the screen. After a moment, the screen came back on with a image of the data. The commander let out an old Azdgari oath and grabbed his vest. He had seen this coming, but was still surprised. He strapped on his weapons belt and stepped out of his office and onto the bridge.
Get the main screen on location 125 by 345, mark 3. We seem to have company. The screen was put on to veiw nothing but empty space and stars. For a few moments, that was all to be seen and as Erin started to say something, he held up his hand to silence her. A few seconds more and something flared up...
Sojin hit his wrist link and opened a channel to the Azdgari and Galactica fleets. Admirals, we seem to have some unexpected company from the Zacha. It seems were bringing in heavy firepower...
Some short distance from the three fleets, several flashes of light appeared and jump points opened up. From these points emerged many, many ships. Streams of silver flasehd as destroyers came to real space; following was a deep and brillant sea of blue as Zacha aradas and fighters came zooming past the destroyers. Sleek black ships followed, marking them as Sedran cruisers, although there were few of them. They came to merge with the Zacha fleet and when all joined, it seemed that was the last of them.
Then a massive flash of light, as if a new star had been formed, came into being. A massive jump point opened up, one seen so few times by any but the Zacha. From it emerged a huge gleaming ship, larger then any other ship in the Tmidor system. It spaned four miles in length and a half-mile wide; in this massive ship sported more then five hundered decks and such. On the hull, no turrets seemed to grace her hull, but she was far from being defenselss. She had at her call nearly three hundered whitefire beam emiters and held many a launcher for pursuit missiles and even a few SAD launchers as well. This was the Ragnorak, a ship that could and had eluded many people looking for her. She was the last great gift given to the Zacha by the Miranu government before Galactica had engulfed them.
A hail came in from the Raven to the Azdgari and Galactica fleets. Sojin spoke with a calm and cool voice. Galactica and Azdgari forces, I present to you the heart of the Zacha Council, the Ragnorak and her fleets...
PROJECT REPORT
Project Name: FalconOmega
Project Class: Ship
Time til completion: Complete
CONSTRUCTION REPORT
5 Sedran crusiers
5 Echo Destroyers
12 Aradas
Two townships built on Vuna and Kuna
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