A Lover's Last Chance
This thread is dedicated to all of the roleplayers I have encountered at TRF over the years. I came here, a convert from swfans and I have not regretted a day. I have lurked and posted and always managed to ruffle feathers. Here I was the resident militarist, a devoted Imperial, and proud German. Many nights I have been able to wrap the shroud of TRF's distraction about me, shutting out the cruel world of reality. For that I am eternally thankful. Many of you deserve mention but I shall simply render my gratitude upon the entire community.
Now onto my finale.
Gloria Imperium
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Eriadu
This thread is dedicated to all of the roleplayers I have encountered at TRF over the years. I came here, a convert from swfans and I have not regretted a day. I have lurked and posted and always managed to ruffle feathers. Here I was the resident militarist, a devoted Imperial, and proud German. Many nights I have been able to wrap the shroud of TRF's distraction about me, shutting out the cruel world of reality. For that I am eternally thankful. Many of you deserve mention but I shall simply render my gratitude upon the entire community.
Now onto my finale.
Gloria Imperium
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Eriadu
The Crown Imperial was called the ship of dreams. It was, it really was. On her hull rested the memories of nearly every head of state across the galaxy. No government could claim her, she was a neutral platform where all soldiers, diplomats, and ordinary persons could come to relax and forget about the terrors that lurk behind ever pulsar. Hidden in the shadows are danger and fear, the true demons of the night: on the Crown Imperial they held no favor. Her luxury and elegance from stem to stern gave a lopsided battle and the darkness limped back into the Abyss. As true as her namesake, she embodied stately grace for every passanger who could afford a stateroom, modest accomodations for those of the middle classes, and the most exquisite steerage berths on any ship amongst the stars.
The White Nova Line held a prestigious record for impressive ships and the Crown Imperial made the rest of her fleet-mates appear as scowls. Drifting lazily above Eriadu on her fourth trip of the year, she was surrounded by tenders, cruisers, and various personal craft, the latter of which contained busy eyes, drinking in every detail of her fine lines and almost feminine beauty. She was large than an Imperial- and Victory-class Star Destroyer combined, space for over thirty thousand souls atop a crew a tenth of that within her bulkheads. The Crown Imperial was second to none and accordingly the waiting list for a ticket was quite extensive and held on it some of the most prominent names in the cosmos.
" Magnificent vessel," Rear Admiral-Baron Telan Desaria remarked to no one in particular as he too greedily gazed on the massive passenger liner. His shuttle made a long loop along the port-side around the bow to the landing-bay on the starboard-aft quarter, giving him an excellent view of the sparkling pool below the bridge and the stylish plasma-release funnel with its maneuvering fin. Even I can be impressed.
" Your Excellency," interrupted a voice from behind. Desaria turned to greet it. Malek, his bodyguard, was looking quite upset. " I beg you to reconsider. Please allow me to accompany you - you are not safe here!"
" Lieutenant, I will be fine. I will remain armed at all times; I have the transponder just in case. This is a vacation. You will remain aboard the Prometheus and shadow the ship. Try to relax. Your dedication is noted, but is not required this trip."
" Admiral, we are docking," called the voice from the cockpit. The Rear Admiral smiled and headed aft.
This voyage hasto cheer him up. By the Gods I pray for success, now more than in any battle.
When the shuttle landed inside the glowing shield of the launch bay, the ramp departed and Desaria anxiously awaited another ship's approach: that carrying his mate.