Military Democracy

[Petitioner]

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Battleship Klaxon - Situation Report
11/16/833 AS

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It had been three years since the Klaxon and her one hundred thirty seven die-hard loyalist crew members had sought shelter with the Bundschuh. Three years since nothing more than a hunch on Augustus Howe's part had taken them halfway across the galaxy, from the dying heart of the Insurgency's cause to the doorstep of the Sigma and Omicron clusters; three years since one hundred thirty seven men and women had put their lives in the hands of an experimental jump-drive and a disgraced radical.

Those three long years had seen a communiqué by Admiral Amy West essentially dismissed with as much military decorum as Howe could muster, hundreds of disaffected Zoners from homes as far afield as Erie and Freeport Nine swear oaths to some day overthrow Liberty's government as part of the Klaxon's crew, and new bonds form. While nothing could replace full-scale military supply networks, and naught in the world could soothe the pain of the hundreds of souls forced to rend themselves from their beloved homes, those bonds had kept the Klaxon afloat; Klugmann had pulled through. His network of supporters had provided the war-weary crew with food, water, oxygen, and safe harbor in Rheinland's border systems, even if they lacked the materials or expertise to repair the dreadnought's highly-technical equipment.

Yet, an army must always march. Now four hundred-some strong—still a far cry from the six hundred thirty crew typically required by the Monument-class—the crew of the ship wondered what was to become of their oaths; if ever they would be held to them, if ever they would once again fire their guns in the name of freedom. Sensing the rising dissatisfaction of the ship's personnel, Howe realized that action was now long overdue. He would once again summon the crew for a meeting.

Howe murmured to himself as he leaned forward at his desk to speak through the ship-wide intercom. "We're going to need a proper meeting hall at some point." Jeong might not be happy with that assignment.


"All non-essential personnel, report to mess hall. Essential personnel will be contacted when off-shift by your immediate CO."