Office of the Rear Admiral

[Rodent]

Savage Gunfire. It clouded his vision, and turned reality into dreams, dreams into myth, and life into a waking dream. He launched down his Titan on a pack of outcasts, which scattered like skittles. And ships after ships of them were destroyed, as war-cries and a powerful crescendo of the proud songs of Crete reverberated through the communications......

The vision changed, and he found himself in a Bastet fighter, still besting the torrential gunfire, and raining fire upon his enemy, which had mysteriously changed form, and now was a myriad of bluish colored ships. He launched on them, but the ships did not scatter, but held, and responded ferociously. One by one, his wing mates were destroyed, the comms silenced, and they bore down on him, while the ever-growing visions and thoughts in his mind tormented his concentration....and they broke through his hull.....

Robert shook out of his reverie, a little pale. So much had happened he thought. Would the nomads ever be overcome? thought he, getting off his chair and pacing around the room. His mind turning towards despair was strengthened by a new hope, if the enemy had grown, he had as well. He had come a long way since his corsair days, and he would emerge victorious.

Nodding silently to himself, he took up his position in the chair again, and began working.