The Heads Are Broken
14 Mar 2019Just Gingie
Things had been quiet around Trident Fleet, many CMDRS had gone back to their home systems or left without a single line of communication. I myself had been MIA for sometime in solidarity meditating on my current self wondering what my new purpose was to come. In the black of space somewhere in the Lardhampt system, my communicator let out a soft blinking red light, I looked and saw the name of my vice admiral scrolling across Vladmirpmnp I flipped the switch and gave my greeting to my commander. “ Good evening sir, what I can do for you today”. The next words that crackled over the device stunned me “The head of the Trident has broken and the body is cracking, pieces are slowly falling to the ground.” I was astonished to hear the news, with my commander on a extended period of leave and me only command left reachable I was thrown into the role of acting Admiral.
I looked across the halls of our HQ, everything in disarray, and a thick layer of dust accumulating across the computers, and other equipment, wondering where it went wrong. I sat at the nearest terminal logging on to start the process of disbanding the fleet, sending communications to CMDRS wether they where opened was all of another matter. After all was done I stood up and took one last look at my surroundings, thinking to myself what we had could’ve been great. I turned to the door and walked out never looking back knowing nothing was to ever come again of Trident Fleet.
I boarded my ship and prepared for takeoff into the void of space wondering where it would take me next. Pitching my ship towards the sky I noticed what once stood as a symbol of our presence and prosperity a gold and marbel statue of a Trident, now crumbling and fallen. I heard the metallic voice counting down 3,2,1.... engaged, as I sped from the surface of the planet I watched the Trident crumble from the power of my thrusters. I looked forward knowing that all was finally done.