Axel Topf sat in his chair. He was onboard his flagship, going over the reports for today's conflict with the corsairs. On his patrols, he was un-able to return to the Frankfurt system to help the Rheinland Imperial Navy from getting annihilated by the pirate scum.
Futher more, one of the BDM ships had been caught in the turmoil, and all of the valuable information it stored in its spacious databanks had been compromised. Captain Topf slamed his fist into the green-tinged wood of his desk, rattling the alabastor statue of the chancellor. He quickly moved it back to its rightly spot, make some hasty prayers, and stood up.
The reports lay sprawled on his desk, and he left them, not caring about his usual pristine self and waslked into the Atrium of the Rheinland Cruiser.
'Evening Captain!' said an Orderly as he passed and he simply nodded. He was in no mood to inspire. His crew could tell. As he ascended the staircase to the command deck, they stepped asside, in no mood to have his anger vented upon them.
Once on the command Deck, he follow the short hallway and entered the Bridge, stepping past the banner with the words: 'Strong of Mind and Faith shall cause death onto the foes of Rheinland' and he stood on the Command Dias over looking the Bridge.
Two stories lower then him and one higher, the Bridge was an Impressive place, with over one-hundred diffferent people in change of keeping the ship running sitting and standing all around. Several of his orderlies tried to approch him but he shooed them away.
'Deck Officer!' He called.
'Yes Captain?' Said his second in Command.
'I need you to get my scribe, he will be nescicary for recording my communications.'
'Yes Captian! Right away.' The officer strode off admist the trafic coming in and out of the bridge.
'I need my imperial Guard.' Said Axel, apparently to no-one. IN seconds, his two personal body-guards strode from the shadows of the Bridge.
'We are hear to serve.' they said at the smae time with flat, mechanised voices.
'Good, it is essectial to look impressive when facing those higher then you.'
The deck officer returned with the Scribe, a hunched man with mechanical implants and an enhanced memory for storing conversations. He had a long, green-tinged scroll on plantform. As he recorded what was said in a coversation, the scoll automatically rolled along, winding itself up at the top to be archived later.
'Finaly. Now, get my Admiral Hiltraud on the line, as well cas Captain Freelamen. If we are do prevent these scum from getting any futher, we must coordinate a better defence.'
The Deck Officer punched in the corresponding codes into the comm unit and captain Topf stepped away from the Holoplate, awaiting the Admiral.
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