Order Capital ships

[Ayem]

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Medium height, muscular with a bull neck, Osmadiel Och inhabits most of the viewscreen. Behind him a thin, taller man stands in the requisite Order black jumpsuit, the metal holds only a dull glint due to it's matte rub. This man can be seen through the gap between Osmadiel's sloped neck, reminiscent of the mountains on Hamburg, and the edge of the viewscreen. It is Osmadiel's First Officer, Peter Gleifner, a Rheinlander like his commander.

"To those who it may concern, with specific attention to the Order High Command," says Osmadiel, taking great care to not mumble. "The Anakhment nee-Bubastis, a Hathor class Gunship, is now under the command of Osmadiel Och. At those times when Osmadiel Och is not at the helm, command shall fall to First Officer Peter Gleifner. Gleifner, stand here so they can see you." The two men switch places, the gaunt face of Peter Gleifner hovers on the viewscreen. He attempts a smile but it all goes wrong.

"Guten Tag, mein name ist Peter Gleifner." Without anymore preamble, the two men switch again and it is Osmadiel's broad face that smiles with a modicum more charisma from the viewscreen.

"We have waited with great patience for half a year for a vessel of this quality to come into our hands. We have watched sunrise to sunset on Toledo but we are now able to experience again the forever-noon of space. We thank the Commander of the Bastet, Kaylee Staite, for her help in causing this outcome. The Commander is a rock in these uncertain times, and I shall have no man or woman say otherwise, or mention in disrespect the lack of lines on that young lady's face or even-" Peter Gleifner is, by this point, prodding the <strike>hill</strike> shoulder of Osmadiel Och in quick, frantic motions.

The face of Osmadiel Och crumples. It is like an avalanche that lasts a quarter of a second. He half-turns to Peter Gleifner. "I've done it now, haven't I? We're barely in the thing, our paint still wet on the side and we're going to have ourselves hauled out and dumped back on Toledo."

"Kapitan." The thin lips of Peter Gleifner disappear against one another.

Osmadiel Och straightens. He inhabits the viewscreen far more than he has inhabited it before. His presence looms. Osmadiel Och says, "We are proud to serve. We shall defend the human."

Behind Och, Peter Gleifner presses a red button on a control terminal cropped almost out of sight by the angle of the camera.

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