So... you like it? *blush*
I kind of see it as just the beginning of an epic poem charting your rise to glory and power. Picture the scene, in the soon-to-be-realized future. You sitting in your great hall, surrounded by trusty warriors like a Viking Lord of old, flagons of mead going around, firelight flickering on the rafters... oh wait.. does this go with spaceships? Oh to hell with it, we could be having a cosplay theme night, right? Where was I? Oh right, flagons of mead, flaxen haired maidens, the scent of roasting meats, the tinkling of a harp, and I, your faithful bard, intoning these words aloud! You know... I seem to feel inspiration coming on again!