The Birth of Terror (inRP) (FO)

[Jeremy Hunter]

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Coronado, Lab 3 ::: 915 hours

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Late. That was what Xi was, late. Shuffling papers, the woman dropped half of them and nearly screamed. Her lab coat was a bit wrinkled, her clothes looking like she wore them the day before. With all honesty, Xi de Mortis didn't even care. She was done with this, she was ready to present and by the gods she was going to blow their socks off dammit. She looked at the most likely seated admirals, commodores, and all the other super important people.
"Next time you all give me a last minute job, ensure you don't run out of pepperoni." She shook her head, then cleared her throat. The blueprints would show up soon, yes...but right now, she had to sell this thing. Xi was going to have to sell it harder then a triple topping pizza for five dollars.
"Yeah, anyways." She set herself. Time to shine. "The Kronos was a failure. It could not stand against the Valor, and it could not fight the Ransuer. Sarissa was the only ship it could face, and when was the last time we needed anything short of a Pytho wing to take out Sarissas? The answer is never." She took a breath. "So I have designed something new. . The capabilities of this new vessel are tremendous. And by that, I mean stick to Zephyrs in the taus. Seriously. This is for open space, because that is where this vessel will shine. Especially in nebula...why? Because when this thing comes roaring out of the fog with it's full weapon complement blazing Crayterian death, they will know fear. This is the wall upon which darkness shall break, this is the ship to forge the fury of undying suns! Our enemies' demise will be forged in fire and darkness, lit up like a thousand suns. No, they not only will know fear...their terror will drive them from Leeds, from Edinburgh, back through the Taus and Orkney, right back into their home. And then, once they fortify their place, we shall use this as our tip of the spear. it will be Crayter who leads the charge and Crayter whose flagships shall strike fear into even the King of Gallia himself."

She threw her hand out in pure dramatic flare. She was, after all, trying to sell the Admiralty this damn thing. Might as well be okay with looking a bit ridiculous.

"This is the Deimos, and once we are done, we shall become the personification of terror...we shall be the darkness, they fear, the light of the Alliance, and with every Deimos we construct...they shall be the lights that mark the abyss, and offer hope against the rising tide." She paused to ensure they had a good look, before changing to a different blueprint.

"The Deimos is designed to fight Valors and Ransuers. Where our Zephyrs are horribly outgunned - and dwarfed - the Deimos fits the role the Kronos would have fit once before - as the tip of the spear. Whereas the Zephyr is the shaft, the Deimos is the spearhead of every major military operation. Instead of attempting a phase-out of the Zephyr and trying to mix both battleship-carrier duty, as was the problem with the Kronos, we will focus the construction of the Deimos-class dreadnoughts on destruction. While yes, we will outfit it with Nyx combat deployment tubes, it will hold less than half of what a Zephyr can carry. This will allow a Deimos to have a fighter screen, and be able to brawl with the biggest of them." She took one more breath. "We chose the name Deimos, because it is to become the personification of fear. The fear of defeat, the fear of absolute devastation...a symbol for our forces to rally behind. And we already have chosen what to name Deimos Hull number one." She clicks, and a pre-rendered version of a Deimos appears, the name emblazoned on the sides.
"Olympia. Derived from Olympus, seat of the Gods. This will be our flagship, and when the Olympia leaves drydock, we will bring down this terrifying hammer." She thought wildly. Literally this was all, all of it, was improv. She had no speech in mind when she was working and was saying what she hoped would work. "With this...those that survive our passing only shall do so, because we decided it."\

She stepped back to let the next speaker through, and collapsed into an empty chair. By the gods she was going to strangle something.

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