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The Wolves At The Lion's Door
« on: June 02, 2021, 01:31:40 AM »

This will be a few part series, the introduction is up now, I'm a little rusty so any feedback is appreciated!

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A cacophony of colors bombarded his senses, blues, reds, yellows, all thrown together with no regards to coherence or uniformity. He blinked a few times to try to make sense of the holograph in front of him and wrinkled his nose. The haphazard mess he was looking at was a fleet, and only a Persian League fleet could look so… Garish.

“This the latest intel we have on the self-proclaimed ‘Wolves of Sintra’ captain” droned the intelligence officer standing stiffly across from him. His accent was clipped with the slight nasal wine of the upper echelons “They have been working with the Antis and harassing our fleets in the outer system. The miscreants have even been bold enough to launch raids on our planets directly.”

The intelligence officer lazily waved his hand and the colorful fleet  gave way to video of the Volturn station peppered with hull breaches. This was followed by grainy footage of a raid consisting of haphazardly equipped, but highly disciplined, marines attacking Volturn’s fuel and supply deposits.

“Hostilities with the Persian League have reached a boiling point and we simply cannot risk committing significant forces from Sindria’s orbit to deal with this inconvenience.” the intelligence officer’s cold eyes flicked toward the man he was addressing. “However we can spare a patrol, that is, we can spare you Captain Harris.”

The briefing dragged on for another 20 minutes and Harris was left with a thin intelligence chip, and a simple order: put down the Wolves. His opposite was Kane. A so-called “free captain” of the Persian League, a loose collective of misfits that passed for the League’s equivalent of black-ops. To Harris they seemed to be little more than glorified pirates.

The intelligence officer, typically, had plenty of words and little information of value. Their psych profile of Kane was more conjecture than fact, and their knowledge of her operations was sparse at best. Perhaps the only glimmer of useful information was her close relationship to the various resistance movements in Askonia, particularly the more violent Anti elements, based on Umbra.

Kane’s last known location was a flash raid on Voltrun that had cost 40 Sindrian soldiers their lives, not to mention the civilians caught in the cross-fire. Harris keyed up the inter-fleet comms system, his eyes locked on a holograph of Kane’s blue-yellow flagship, a conquest class battle-cruiser, “Mr Miller, prepare the fleet for launch within the hour, we’re needed on Volturn.”

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Re: The Wolves At The Lion's Door
« Reply #1 on: June 04, 2021, 03:09:57 AM »

Short, but nice enough. Took me a while to get the meaning of the title...

Don't have any particular comments on the writing, so here's a typo check instead:
Spoiler
It's spelled Persean League
Missing the full stop to close the "upper echelons" sentence
There's an instance of "Voltrun", and "conquest class" lost its capital letter
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