NOVEL NEXT chapter 3
Dean gazed at the nearest window, not particularly focusing on anything.
the inverted warped environment repealed them at velocity. Yet he couldn't help letting the thoughts go, Toying with the idea to return to prove Britain's might. Not one to back down, hitting the comm buttons he hailed the bridge.
“Helm take us back.”
The officer was taken aback by his request, considering their stance once they left. nevertheless keying coordinates in the nav computer.
"Course set" replied through comms.
Blake expression shifted, confused at the motion
“Helm delay that order” it dawned on him
“Surely the captain doesn't mean to go back?”
The captain, noticing the course hasn’t changed
“Helm… that was an order”
“But sir the Commander delayed it”
they prise over the actions, “override”
Again the "vanity" deaccerated, out of velocity , dead ahead the planet faced north, Arming rays once more
the same ships appeared in the same fashion as previously. The commanding officer hailed Dean“ sir? What are-
He made his way to the craft bay fully prepared to prove the English have a backbone. To talk mono on mon.
“You have the bridge, Commander, while I'm away. Keep the reflective up, don't fire until I give the order” . he was hesitant but acknowledged. Via the viewport the craft could be seen.
The captain approaches the atmosphere following his descent towards the world below.
Now with the primitive village in direct view. What stood out to him was what appeared to be an imitation of stronghold ones that were often maintained in the medieval era.
The captain landed on the outskirts of the stoned Castle. Its entrance is under a moat.
Dean exited the shuttlecraft as he was met with resistance, many humanoid shaped figures soon emerged marching in the captain's direction. To his surprise they appeared to reassemble human-like physiques; the body's structure was far too slender, tall, and aesthetically off putting, attempting to mimic humanity's image, but not how God would have desired.
On closer inspection their clothing very blatantly matched that of fantasy fairytale magicians, alike. Pausing discussed by what layout in front of him, Conversing to the beings. Damaging attention.
“I demand an audience with your leader"
His stance holds an authoritarian weight to his posture as the captain barges his request.
One of the figures step fourth their his lips quivered, lisping it's speech.
“Hoomon you barge through our gate with such bold requests to join. We are aware of this "science" your species considers absolute. Ourselves do not wish to... unite ties for such a crude race.”
Dean gaze sharpens looking back at the medieval castle grounds that the species consider home.
Grunting he activates comms giving the order to fire a low yielding torpedo. He retaliates.
"refusal is unacceptable, our empire offers you an accord."
Without hesitation the torpedo is shot arching below with rapid delivery. Aimed for the stronghold. Stone,no match for such power.
A proud smirk lines Dean's face making his statement “Humanity too is not afraid of bloodshed; we , too, are powerful.”
“hold witnesses to our strength. Of the British Empire.”
The figures crowded pause hyper focused on the mass unfolding before them.
Meters turning into inches, the torpedo racing descending approaching the stone structure, the many lives below at the mercy. The reflective light blaring igniting a bright flare covering the entire inner village. spontaneously the torpedo ceases mid-flight .
a Proud Smirks casted on the uncanny, leaving himself concerned about his judgment he ordered.
seemingly by an invisible barrier that can not be perceived by the naked eye. The once threatening ball of mass, now gyrating in place rises at an intending rate, accelerating the photon away, towards the atmosphere projecting the exact same course it was previously launched from. Homing in on the vanity. With the immense threat that followed.
Blakes reacted, witness in horror the slingshot effect, Responding without delay
“Defectors! Move to port! BRACE!...”
Not in time, for That very minute making the orders unless. The impact connected dealing substantial damage to the front of the exterior platting
Leaving large dents scorch marks where the target was aimed. The vessel shook with fierce thud.
Consoles exploded. Its crew flew rigidly off balance taking the brunt, wires hung hissing, casting sparks, voices screeches, creaking wooden floors could be heard throughout the bridge. Painting fell teared at its seams, ornaments fell cracked,chucked about.
Fellow Commander fleetingly attempted to pull himself out of the dazed state. Hurrying to exchange comms with the captain.
Back on the planet below. He most definitely felt his own repercussions of his actions. Utter expressing anguish.
The crowded figures mockingly laugh in absolutes, the leader inserting himself repelling the captain's statement.
“We mimic Hoomons, hoomons mimic history. Captain dedicated to war.”
Dean turned to the figures, his anger no doubt rising out of pity. If anything could be said about the ordeal, it didn't leave his lips.
Taking his anger out on the nearest target, immediately firing volumetric shots with his weapon. A small bubble deflected his shots.
He roared, refusing to believe what he witnessed.
"Impossible, it can not be. Your village should be in rubble... NOT MY SHIP!" The sorcerers did not interfere as the captain left planetside only to mock watched as the captain returned unscathed but emotionally scarred.