Contested Landing

[Unseelie]

This year, Gentlemen, we're moving into Sydney. In the last seventeen years, they've markedly let down their guard. We all know this could be a trap, that they're luring us in. Which is why we're not scouting. We're not risking a single ship. Not a shuttle, not a lanerunner, not a Dart, not a Shipyard or a Skyfarm or a Cruiser or a Dreadnought. We've strung up as many of the older model ships this generation with the new cannons, rearmoured the creches and armed the farms. Its a new fleet, and we've not lost an engagement yet. Since moving into the core, we've cut every incursion deep enough, with our old guns, that they've withdrawn. Last invasion, we moved with six titans, thirteen Dreads, forty cruisers, a pair of battlestations, and a full complement of snub craft, over seventeen hundred. Ten trillion rivets, over a billion tonnes of armour, thirteen petawatts per second combined firepower. Today, each Creche can outlast a cruiser under similar fire, each Farm can destroy one. We've six more Dreadnoughts, an extra titan, eleven new cruisers. Our shields are stronger, often redundant. We're heavier, faster, and bigger. We can deal more, and handle more, than ever before. That planet is ours for the taking.

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