*elsewhere in the cosmos, a ship the size of a small planet floats amongst common space debris, laying within a large asteroid belt. Aboard the ship, Captain Harlock sat aboard the ship's hull, checking that it's many armaments are in pristine condition*
…hmm. Not much here… but it'll do in a pinch.
*a soldier walks up to him and solutes*
Harlock: at ease.
Soldier: *lowers her hand, and assumes a semi relaxed appearance*
How is the Armory? Everything fits to your standards, sir?
Harlock: indeed. We're not exactly low on munitions, but we definitely should restock at the nearest outpost. We'll survive, for now.
Soldier: agreed. All 12,300 units are accounted for, sir. Our ship is in proficient condition.
Harlock: excellent. Good work, Lieutenant Commander Hux. You're always so punctual.
*gently pokes her nose in a teasing, casual manner*
But, I can count on you in any situation, and that's what matters. Perhaps I owe you a drink for all your hard work, when we get back home.
Hux: That sounds like a plan. I definitely wouldn't refuse.
*she smirks, saying this in a similar manner*
Harlock: *smirks back*
I'll see you back on the Bridge, Lt. Commander.
Hux: Indeed. And Harlock? Please wear your uniform. You've got to keep up appearances with the others.
Harlock: *rolls his eyes*
Alright, I *guess* I can do that for you.
Hux: Thank you. And don't be so down about it. Just because it isn't your fancy pirate garb doesn't mean it doesn't look good on you, it's kind of cute, actually.
Harlock: Space Captain Harlock, cute? That's a new one.
Hux: *laughs a bit*
Keep yourself together, soldier.
Harlock: yes, Ma'am-
*the entire ship quakes under the weight of an unforeseen force, and the alarms blare*
Intercom: *clicks*
A large, unidentified, potential Category 8 force has launched an attack on our position! Man your positions!
Harlock: *my face changes to one of worry*
That's… not good.
*throws my naval jacket over my shoulder, and sprints towards the bridge, flitting up several flights of stairs and down several hallways before reaching his destination. When he gets there, he looks at a holomap in the middle of the center platform, showing a large, amaranthine portal*
….SHIT!
*looks up to the fellow soldiers manning their positions*
It's the Amaranthine! Immediate counter maneuvers! Shields on high, tilt the ship 3 units Starboard to aim the MBI Cannons on their position, Now!
Soldier 1: Of course sir… but this won't do anything to them.
Harlock: It'll buy us time, and that's what we need. I want 3 full squadrons of Mid-Speed Fighters on our left and right flanks from the enemy's perspective. Let's get to it!
*after the squadrons take their position and the ship's portside face is in view, Harlock watches carefully to see what comes out of the portal*
…hmm. Not much here… but it'll do in a pinch.
*a soldier walks up to him and solutes*
Harlock: at ease.
Soldier: *lowers her hand, and assumes a semi relaxed appearance*
How is the Armory? Everything fits to your standards, sir?
Harlock: indeed. We're not exactly low on munitions, but we definitely should restock at the nearest outpost. We'll survive, for now.
Soldier: agreed. All 12,300 units are accounted for, sir. Our ship is in proficient condition.
Harlock: excellent. Good work, Lieutenant Commander Hux. You're always so punctual.
*gently pokes her nose in a teasing, casual manner*
But, I can count on you in any situation, and that's what matters. Perhaps I owe you a drink for all your hard work, when we get back home.
Hux: That sounds like a plan. I definitely wouldn't refuse.
*she smirks, saying this in a similar manner*
Harlock: *smirks back*
I'll see you back on the Bridge, Lt. Commander.
Hux: Indeed. And Harlock? Please wear your uniform. You've got to keep up appearances with the others.
Harlock: *rolls his eyes*
Alright, I *guess* I can do that for you.
Hux: Thank you. And don't be so down about it. Just because it isn't your fancy pirate garb doesn't mean it doesn't look good on you, it's kind of cute, actually.
Harlock: Space Captain Harlock, cute? That's a new one.
Hux: *laughs a bit*
Keep yourself together, soldier.
Harlock: yes, Ma'am-
*the entire ship quakes under the weight of an unforeseen force, and the alarms blare*
Intercom: *clicks*
A large, unidentified, potential Category 8 force has launched an attack on our position! Man your positions!
Harlock: *my face changes to one of worry*
That's… not good.
*throws my naval jacket over my shoulder, and sprints towards the bridge, flitting up several flights of stairs and down several hallways before reaching his destination. When he gets there, he looks at a holomap in the middle of the center platform, showing a large, amaranthine portal*
….SHIT!
*looks up to the fellow soldiers manning their positions*
It's the Amaranthine! Immediate counter maneuvers! Shields on high, tilt the ship 3 units Starboard to aim the MBI Cannons on their position, Now!
Soldier 1: Of course sir… but this won't do anything to them.
Harlock: It'll buy us time, and that's what we need. I want 3 full squadrons of Mid-Speed Fighters on our left and right flanks from the enemy's perspective. Let's get to it!
*after the squadrons take their position and the ship's portside face is in view, Harlock watches carefully to see what comes out of the portal*
