Vincible

[Amy West]

It was an early morning, though the personnel aboard her were far from rested. Many had been working day and night to bring the ship back up to operation, a testament to the Legion's, and now the Insurgency's, ability to push high priority needs into overdrive. Many of the returning task groups had either been serviced already or hadn't arrived yet. The window was convenient, coincidental, and abused like a five-dollar synth steak.

"We're reading green across the board."

"Good to hear. Bringing primary engines.. online. How're we looking out there?"

The bang and clicks began to jump into rhythm, the engines of the beast now engaging with full charge. Fueled and prepared, it soon began sputtering, trying to find the right balance. Didn't take long, many would admit.

"Launch is a-go." The central tower gave the green light, the bridge of the newly christened warship beaming as the ship began burning forward out of the drydock. The hull, scraped, scarred, burned and reworked, matched many of the ships that had come to Leniex recently, and over the old name burned into the side of the hull read the fitting moniker Arcturus.


West stood aboard the bridge, overseeing the whole operation. Shakedown of a new warship was a classic Legion exercise, and anyone overseeing the Legion's ops, be they a Lord Commander or an Admiral, was obliged to take part. Considering the effort she'd put into organizing the manpower and resources for this ship, it was well within her desire. No obligation needed.

"Power up the main battery. Let's see how well the weapon integration took."

The ship soon began wurring, the internals humming a deep wave as the Firelances charged. Soon, five heavy blasts poured from their barrels, driving into one of the asteroids that surrounded Leniex.

"Weapons test successful, ma'am. Power banks are stable. Electronics look good."

"Of course they do," she replied, "I designed their rework."


Without delay, the ship was returned to the drydock for a final check, and by the end of the day was likely to be cleared for release. The rest of the ships salvaged from the Pequena were already in the drydocks, being prepped for rework.
A new day was dawning, and Gladius had found it's energy.

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