A Trojan Horse from Hessian Hell

[Varyag]

The dagger shaped hull pushes through the tangled mass of dozens of wraiths and gunboats. Bodies reflect lightly against the armor as the large ship glides smoothly to a halt alongside the dark green cruiser like a foreboding shadow. On the other side of the green warship a small assault craft is attached, a gash cut into the flank of the green hull. The Hessian Commander walks briskly to the bridge of the disabled man of war. Signs of battle scar the walkway and dozens of Hessian and Rheinland Military bodies litter the corridor. As he entered the bridge attention was called and the sweaty XO stumbled onto the room. "Sir, she is ours. They tried to scuttle her at the last moment but she is ours" A light smile played across the commander's face, "No, she is yours, Captain." He looked down at the dead CO on the floor and then looked back at his own exhausted XO "Get her underway to 54, seems we have a lot of work to do. Make sure her transponder up and running again. Her new tag and call sign is aboard the Varyag, we don't need them realizing this thing under our control. Good work, this is going just as planned." Thirty minutes later, power was restored to the engines and the two ships slipped into the darkness. "We have much work to do" the captain thought to himself as he rested on his own bridge "much work."

We Stand and Salute. Smiling, Watching... From Within.

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"I looked up and all I saw was green death"