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© 2024 by Walter Reimer
“ – But we have learned lessons from the late war, hard lessons. We have built this ship, and the others like it, to defend Terra and all the species that had their birth on Terra. Even the Colonies, who we dream of one day returning to us . . . “
The speech had been written for him, carefully created by the best psychosociologists on the Ministry of Information’s payroll, and the young Emperor had been carefully coached through it until he felt he could recite it with his eyes closed.
His mother had assured him he wouldn’t have to do that, and she’d be there on the dais with him. That reassured him somewhat.
A uniform had even been designed for him, space-black with gold and silver trim. His younger brother Farukh was wearing a similar uniform, but with slightly less braid.
Behind and looming over him and the dignitaries on the dais was the docked bulk of the brand-new Terran battleship Righteous Sword, first of its class. The docks were already finishing its first two sisters, with more on the way as the Terran Empire’s fleet rebuilding program began to hit its stride. Before him sat the thousand furs who would make up the ship’s crew, with officers in the front rows.
“And one day,” he said, extemporizing with a shy smile, “I look forward to serving alongside you.” He was pleased to see some of the crew facing him grin and some chuckled. “Thank you. Admiral-General?” and he stepped back to polite applause as the big tiger got to his feet and approached.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” and Gromov saluted. Vladmir copied the gesture, returning the salute before going back to his seat beside his mother.
The tiger said something that had engendered more applause, and Lady Alys leaned toward her eldest son. “You did great,” she whispered.
He smiled up at her.
The applause died down and the Admiral-General straightened to attention and shouted, “Officers and crew of the Righteous Sword!”
All one thousand furs shot to their feet. “Sir, yes, sir!”
“Board your ship, bring it to life, and may Deus protect you and all who serve in it!” Gromov’s ears went back. “Long live the Empire!”
“Long live the Empire! Urra!” the crew roared, and the officers faced right and began to run toward the boarding tubes linking the battleship to the dock. They would be followed by the remainder of the crew.
Lights began to appear on the hull of the ship, picking out its name and registry number. Navigation lights began to come on as the group on the dais got out of their chairs. They would stay and watch until the battleship undocked and set out for its shakedown cruise.
“Very good speech, Your Majesty,” Gromov said to Vladmir.
“Thank you.”
“You looked very relaxed up there,” the Defense Minister added as she stood beside the tiger.
The young leopard’s ears dipped. “I wasn’t.”
“You’ll do better with time,” his mother said.
He glanced at his mother. “I hope so.”
© 2024 by Walter Reimer
“ – But we have learned lessons from the late war, hard lessons. We have built this ship, and the others like it, to defend Terra and all the species that had their birth on Terra. Even the Colonies, who we dream of one day returning to us . . . “
The speech had been written for him, carefully created by the best psychosociologists on the Ministry of Information’s payroll, and the young Emperor had been carefully coached through it until he felt he could recite it with his eyes closed.
His mother had assured him he wouldn’t have to do that, and she’d be there on the dais with him. That reassured him somewhat.
A uniform had even been designed for him, space-black with gold and silver trim. His younger brother Farukh was wearing a similar uniform, but with slightly less braid.
Behind and looming over him and the dignitaries on the dais was the docked bulk of the brand-new Terran battleship Righteous Sword, first of its class. The docks were already finishing its first two sisters, with more on the way as the Terran Empire’s fleet rebuilding program began to hit its stride. Before him sat the thousand furs who would make up the ship’s crew, with officers in the front rows.
“And one day,” he said, extemporizing with a shy smile, “I look forward to serving alongside you.” He was pleased to see some of the crew facing him grin and some chuckled. “Thank you. Admiral-General?” and he stepped back to polite applause as the big tiger got to his feet and approached.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” and Gromov saluted. Vladmir copied the gesture, returning the salute before going back to his seat beside his mother.
The tiger said something that had engendered more applause, and Lady Alys leaned toward her eldest son. “You did great,” she whispered.
He smiled up at her.
The applause died down and the Admiral-General straightened to attention and shouted, “Officers and crew of the Righteous Sword!”
All one thousand furs shot to their feet. “Sir, yes, sir!”
“Board your ship, bring it to life, and may Deus protect you and all who serve in it!” Gromov’s ears went back. “Long live the Empire!”
“Long live the Empire! Urra!” the crew roared, and the officers faced right and began to run toward the boarding tubes linking the battleship to the dock. They would be followed by the remainder of the crew.
Lights began to appear on the hull of the ship, picking out its name and registry number. Navigation lights began to come on as the group on the dais got out of their chairs. They would stay and watch until the battleship undocked and set out for its shakedown cruise.
“Very good speech, Your Majesty,” Gromov said to Vladmir.
“Thank you.”
“You looked very relaxed up there,” the Defense Minister added as she stood beside the tiger.
The young leopard’s ears dipped. “I wasn’t.”
“You’ll do better with time,” his mother said.
He glanced at his mother. “I hope so.”
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Leopard
Size 120 x 77px
File Size 53.3 kB
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