[Backstory] Back on the Gustav Lindstrom
[Backstory] Back on the Gustav Lindstrom
Nathan was, again, sitting at his desk in his office in the consular mansion, Vista de Nada. This new mansion, built in the latter months of the empire, offered a much grander view of Lindstrom City than the previous palace. However, he was no longer emperor. The first elected Grand Consul of the reinstated republican government, that he himself overthrew nearly two years ago after the collapse of the Venerable Union of Aligned States.
The republic had settled down and things were going smoothly. And just in time. There was a major conflict coming. Alexandria had called upon Natopia to join it in combat. Secretly, Nathan had no idea what the war was about. Some of the newer nations up in the north were causing a ruckus and putting on airs about supremacy on Micras.
No matter. The newly unified Defense Force needed some practice. In the Republican reforms, Nathan had lost his rank of Grand Commander of the Defense force. The position was now separated by the Constitution and elected. He had accepted the rank of Lieutenant Colonel and the command of a naval brigade.
How he longed to get back to his navy. Back in the captain's chair of the Gustav Lindstrom, the pride and joy of Natopia's naval division. That ship had been involved in every Natopian conflict save the War of Matbaic Liberation. It had been refit and repaired and rechristened as the Supreme Sovereign Ship, as His Sovereign Majesty's Ship was no longer appropriate.
He got up from his desk and looked into the mirror, pulling his uniform shirt straight. "Ah," he thought to himself as he turned in the mirror, "the sleek cold beauty of Navy gray. Goes perfectly with the hull and strikes fear in the heart of the enemy."
He made sure his rank device was secure on his breast pocket, noted with a frown the lack of gold pips, tucked his hat under his arm, and left the room.
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The nimble helihover skimmed across Borders Bay as Nathan watched the coast of Hazelwood skim by on the way to the rendezvous with the naval brigade. There, in the center surrounded by the tiny and deadly Skyfires, was the floating beauty, the Gustav Lindstrom.
The helihover touched down (if you could really use the word touch) on the deck of the carrier. A full assortment of officers and crewmen were assembled to greet the captain and commander of the brigade. Nathan saluted and dismissed them all, forgoing any further military pomp and circumstance, as was his custom.
He crossed the uncluttered flight deck, as the N-1 fighters required little takeoff and landing support, to the bow of the ship, the squat command center. Before long, he was back on the bridge of his flagship. Natopia's flagship.
But it was different. He should have expected that. The carrier was refit and the entire command section was redesigned. The captain's chair was in the wrong place. But it was still the Gustav Lindstrom, and it was still the flagship of "Nathan's Own Brigade." No doubt a tribute from the current Grand Commander, Tom Mills, in honor of Nathan's long history with the unit, which had been put back together by hand when Nathan organized the brigade for the Grand Commander.
He sat down in the chair, slightly on the port side of the bridge for some reason. His XO, Major Frederick Grass, a distant cousin of the great Ryan Grass, founder of the Bagelcratican Party, walked up to him with a packet labeled TOP SECRET. "Sir, here are the plans, faxed from the War Room." Nathan lifted one eye brow in surprise, "They faxed this?" Major Grass was unperturbed, "Yes sir, relayed by the NISS satellite system." "Oh, yes. Of course." He was a bit out of the military loop these days.
"Very well! Open the inter-fleet radio Corporal Jennings." The comm officer nodded and Nathan began his customary address to the brigade. "Sailors. We sail for the honor of Natopia and her friends in the Grand Old Alliance. We all know how strongly we care about Natopia's honor. There is nothing else to say. Doxa Nautes! Honor Sailors!"
The response was so loud, it was as if he had an echo of a thousand men.
The republic had settled down and things were going smoothly. And just in time. There was a major conflict coming. Alexandria had called upon Natopia to join it in combat. Secretly, Nathan had no idea what the war was about. Some of the newer nations up in the north were causing a ruckus and putting on airs about supremacy on Micras.
No matter. The newly unified Defense Force needed some practice. In the Republican reforms, Nathan had lost his rank of Grand Commander of the Defense force. The position was now separated by the Constitution and elected. He had accepted the rank of Lieutenant Colonel and the command of a naval brigade.
How he longed to get back to his navy. Back in the captain's chair of the Gustav Lindstrom, the pride and joy of Natopia's naval division. That ship had been involved in every Natopian conflict save the War of Matbaic Liberation. It had been refit and repaired and rechristened as the Supreme Sovereign Ship, as His Sovereign Majesty's Ship was no longer appropriate.
He got up from his desk and looked into the mirror, pulling his uniform shirt straight. "Ah," he thought to himself as he turned in the mirror, "the sleek cold beauty of Navy gray. Goes perfectly with the hull and strikes fear in the heart of the enemy."
He made sure his rank device was secure on his breast pocket, noted with a frown the lack of gold pips, tucked his hat under his arm, and left the room.
***
The nimble helihover skimmed across Borders Bay as Nathan watched the coast of Hazelwood skim by on the way to the rendezvous with the naval brigade. There, in the center surrounded by the tiny and deadly Skyfires, was the floating beauty, the Gustav Lindstrom.
The helihover touched down (if you could really use the word touch) on the deck of the carrier. A full assortment of officers and crewmen were assembled to greet the captain and commander of the brigade. Nathan saluted and dismissed them all, forgoing any further military pomp and circumstance, as was his custom.
He crossed the uncluttered flight deck, as the N-1 fighters required little takeoff and landing support, to the bow of the ship, the squat command center. Before long, he was back on the bridge of his flagship. Natopia's flagship.
But it was different. He should have expected that. The carrier was refit and the entire command section was redesigned. The captain's chair was in the wrong place. But it was still the Gustav Lindstrom, and it was still the flagship of "Nathan's Own Brigade." No doubt a tribute from the current Grand Commander, Tom Mills, in honor of Nathan's long history with the unit, which had been put back together by hand when Nathan organized the brigade for the Grand Commander.
He sat down in the chair, slightly on the port side of the bridge for some reason. His XO, Major Frederick Grass, a distant cousin of the great Ryan Grass, founder of the Bagelcratican Party, walked up to him with a packet labeled TOP SECRET. "Sir, here are the plans, faxed from the War Room." Nathan lifted one eye brow in surprise, "They faxed this?" Major Grass was unperturbed, "Yes sir, relayed by the NISS satellite system." "Oh, yes. Of course." He was a bit out of the military loop these days.
"Very well! Open the inter-fleet radio Corporal Jennings." The comm officer nodded and Nathan began his customary address to the brigade. "Sailors. We sail for the honor of Natopia and her friends in the Grand Old Alliance. We all know how strongly we care about Natopia's honor. There is nothing else to say. Doxa Nautes! Honor Sailors!"
The response was so loud, it was as if he had an echo of a thousand men.
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Aren't faxes slightly insecure for top secret transmissions? I don't know ...
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We used to have a fax in our old house ... that'd be ... six years ago ....
Back when we had dial up on the fax line ...
Back when we had dial up on the fax line ...
Andreas
"He showed up three or four years ago and accidentally took over the micronational world by being way more competent and enthusiastic than everyone else. Now he sort of rules us all, but it's a benevolent sort of thing, as far as we know."
~Scott Alexander
"He showed up three or four years ago and accidentally took over the micronational world by being way more competent and enthusiastic than everyone else. Now he sort of rules us all, but it's a benevolent sort of thing, as far as we know."
~Scott Alexander