A long mission on the outer systems of federal space has turned the crew into robots. The youthful smiles and shining eyes have faded to a repetitious customs and courtesy's action, "make way!" they mutter as I walk past to and from my quarters to the helm. Even I have become a repetitious soul, sending daily debriefs to our chain of command making little or no effort to extend extra duty or pull a 24 hour deliberate operation in support of local government agencies under threat.
My crew needs a furlough to someplace nice.
I present the problem before the explanation: Our ship has been in every major civil war within 300 light years of Sol, We have been out of port for 2 years without rest, Most FNS run 6 month tours however our success was our doom. Originally named FNS Jupiter our ship earned the moniker Manticore after she routed an entire pirate fleet with two Huge Plasma Cannons modified with a Bright green illumination. The reports the pirates transmitted told stories of a winged demon, fierce as a lion with a venomous sting from its tail.
Due to our A rated thrusters our navigation and weapons officers utilized the bulky Corvette like a small fighter, we would dip behind an asteroid and wait for the pirates or insurgents to pass, as they did two massive plasma balls would lurch forward out of nowhere into their formation followed by a fast charging Black as night spear directly into the center with a hail of kinetic fire targeting all ships as our fighters would push out from the other side pinching their escape...Most engagements would last seconds.
At first the crew were all smiles, doing their job to crush any usurpers and instigators but as our slash count increased and increased many lost the taste for battle. After we broke 30,000 ship slashes our crew were just going through the motions, every engagement was textbook Manticore. Our reputation started to surpass us to the systems we visited, when we arrived the outbreaks would cease...The problem is they would start again when we left because we were unable to find the cowering enemy. The crew could not longer even go through the motions. Mindless robots, the poor souls need respite.
I have chosen a lush station with many recreational exercises and parks to participate in. I have also arranged for 6 months paid leave and am even surprising the crew with their families flown to the station. They will be there at the pad awaiting their service men and women for a much needed break.
I hope the crew does not suspect a thing although they have been giving me bewildering looks because now when I pass them I can not help but smile at them, knowing the secret I hold will bring them much joy by tonight.
I am ever grateful for the skill and professionalism of the Federal Navy Fleet personnel, I hope my next crew rotation is as loyal and steadfast as this lot.
Sincerely,
CMDR Kel'Draga
Rear Admiral Federal Navy,
Captain
FNS Manticore.
---Break---
Rafferty's Mobius, Please have the Khaki paint scheme I requested ready when we dock, My ship has been re-tasked for Mineral convoy security support. I need my fearless lion to look like a sheep so that I may tend to my flocks.
CMDR Kel'Draga Out.
My crew needs a furlough to someplace nice.
I present the problem before the explanation: Our ship has been in every major civil war within 300 light years of Sol, We have been out of port for 2 years without rest, Most FNS run 6 month tours however our success was our doom. Originally named FNS Jupiter our ship earned the moniker Manticore after she routed an entire pirate fleet with two Huge Plasma Cannons modified with a Bright green illumination. The reports the pirates transmitted told stories of a winged demon, fierce as a lion with a venomous sting from its tail.
Due to our A rated thrusters our navigation and weapons officers utilized the bulky Corvette like a small fighter, we would dip behind an asteroid and wait for the pirates or insurgents to pass, as they did two massive plasma balls would lurch forward out of nowhere into their formation followed by a fast charging Black as night spear directly into the center with a hail of kinetic fire targeting all ships as our fighters would push out from the other side pinching their escape...Most engagements would last seconds.
At first the crew were all smiles, doing their job to crush any usurpers and instigators but as our slash count increased and increased many lost the taste for battle. After we broke 30,000 ship slashes our crew were just going through the motions, every engagement was textbook Manticore. Our reputation started to surpass us to the systems we visited, when we arrived the outbreaks would cease...The problem is they would start again when we left because we were unable to find the cowering enemy. The crew could not longer even go through the motions. Mindless robots, the poor souls need respite.
I have chosen a lush station with many recreational exercises and parks to participate in. I have also arranged for 6 months paid leave and am even surprising the crew with their families flown to the station. They will be there at the pad awaiting their service men and women for a much needed break.
I hope the crew does not suspect a thing although they have been giving me bewildering looks because now when I pass them I can not help but smile at them, knowing the secret I hold will bring them much joy by tonight.
I am ever grateful for the skill and professionalism of the Federal Navy Fleet personnel, I hope my next crew rotation is as loyal and steadfast as this lot.
Sincerely,
CMDR Kel'Draga
Rear Admiral Federal Navy,
Captain
FNS Manticore.
---Break---
Rafferty's Mobius, Please have the Khaki paint scheme I requested ready when we dock, My ship has been re-tasked for Mineral convoy security support. I need my fearless lion to look like a sheep so that I may tend to my flocks.
CMDR Kel'Draga Out.