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===5271-Musings on Bursain- Vance===

Looking out of the fore-screen as the ship twisted itself to float downward Vance let the automatics manage the docking details. His crew was already getting their gear together to disembark. The tour had been interesting, but uneventful. Senior staff would go over the details in time, but now it was time to leave. They saluted as they left, letting the Admiral of the Fleet remain alone on his combat vessel before going below

The red and white striped Defiant Class ship gently slipped, hummed, into the docking station on the front of the disc of the gigantic Amber Class Star ship that served as the flag ship of the Amber Star Fleet. The data rushed back and forth as the connections made themselves felt. His personal vessel, the Lollipop, was known across shadow and the realms the Amber fleet traveled. But this realm knew it not. Below they looked to the sky in fear uncertain what the bright green vessels implied.

Ports for ten other Defiant class ships dotted the top of the disc. Spots for eight more on the underside. 
Docks for nearly five hundred fighter ships ringed the edges of the mighty ship.

The Walrus was a city unto itself, but it was a show of force, a place of power, a thing of beauty.

It might have another name painted on its bulwarks, but to Admiral Vance, it was the Walrus. Fear my warble, ye little men. 'I am the ship Ozymandias, ship of ships; Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'

His moment of bliss over, Vance rose and walked to the exit. Benedict would not be pleased. Borlak remained deep in shadow, far from realms where a phaser could remove this thorn in Amber's side.

He contemplated the possibilities. Five trumps shifted in his mind. Could they convince them to join Star Fleet?

Vandor?-a future wargod- might relish the opportunity

Arloxedra?-He might serve out of duty, if Random insisted.

Vek?-A chaosian. What secrets could be told to one who is inherently a security risk?

Carissa? A pacifist, but perhaps thats what the fleet needed.

Jurt? A Chaosian... but none to happy about it. Willing to serve amber to stay free of Chaos.

And beyond that, the Blade of Bursain, a power in play..

What was seen on the planet below might make any of them toss their hat in the ring..

But could he manage the fallout?

There was much to consider. Perhaps he should grab a bottle of Old Mink and take Truman out surfing. Maybe he would know how to toss this bucket of kittens around.

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