Nero watched out the long lense of his telescope and a dry grin pulled his expression up. The Enterprise, he knew it even at such a distance, and chasing some Federated Merchants no less. The moment she veered for Isla del Risa, Nero lowered the glass and snaped it shut.
"All hands, hard to port. Intercept course. I will have that ship," Nero called and behind him, his first officer repeated him, crew scrambling across deck as the great form of the Narada picked up and took turned into the wind. The commodore tucked the spy-glass into his coat and turned to regard the Foriegn Marshall Ephram.
"As I said, sir," Nero repeated almost smugly. "My navigator is always right."
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Re: Unnatural Thunder
Date: 2009-09-20 03:36 am (UTC)"All hands, hard to port. Intercept course. I will have that ship," Nero called and behind him, his first officer repeated him, crew scrambling across deck as the great form of the Narada picked up and took turned into the wind. The commodore tucked the spy-glass into his coat and turned to regard the Foriegn Marshall Ephram.
"As I said, sir," Nero repeated almost smugly. "My navigator is always right."