BALADA: The 5th and 6th Pillars: Even the greatest of wars is nothing but a single flicker of white, next to the golden light of the smallest star, within ... galaxies. (BALADA: A Symphony of Eternity)

€œHow many ships are after us?€
€œWe are analyzing it this very moment sir, about 800 wait€¦€¦.no, make that 1.200!€
€œNot bad! A little small when compared to Balisha, but I suppose we can€t be picky about our prey.€
€œNo wait€¦€¦€¦we have 5.000, no 6.000 ships after us!€
€œGet me an exact number sailor!€ Oscar half shouted in surprise and semi panic towards his pulsar officer as the numbers where becoming rather worrisome.
€œ7.000, 8.000, 9.000, 12, 14, 17, by the Creator! Over 18.000 ships are after us!€
That number made Oscar panic for a second, before he quickly reigned himself in and calmly analyzed the situation and came up with an appropriate response.
€œGet me an open channel broadcast over my division!€
The comm€s officer complied and gave him the microphone crystal.
€œTo all ships, this is you division commander speaking; You may feel uneasy about this situation, but this is not the first time we have been chased by such a force and this time we not only have reinforcements with us, but also Zula, Gerula and Cornelia are fighting alongside us as well!€
€œWe have a plan for this, but we can only pull it off if you keep calm and maintain order, so follow our commands and we can crush these tonurs!€ Oscar word€s where transmitted through the comm€s crystals to everywhere around his formation, from the other ships deck and hall windwakers, to the personal comm crystals of the sailors and soldiers aboard.
A few moments passed and he could hear the echo of a cheer coming from his ships corridors, signaling that his little speech had worked.
€œThat should keep them in line, at least for now. Still, I can€t blame them from being nervous!€
Commodore Raqianus thought to himself as he gazed at the map depicting their fleet and the enemy.
€œAt least there€s plenty of glory for all to go around.€ he thought as the sensors started to register enemy fire.


Extract from the diary of Deux,
the amurg who travels the universe, and tries to be a salesman