OOC: This is my first post, so tell me If I mess up the story. IC: (Rimak Ardar) Ardar scanned the battle of Adumar from the bridge of Cyclical Death. Finally he shook his head. "Not my choice for a first battle," he said "It will be dificult to win without taking heavy casualties." He walked away from the viewport "It's time, We'll attack... That one." He pointed to the Harbringer "We use manuver G12." He said, "Sir, we never had time to practice Twelve. Perhaps Eleven would be better." Ardar looked at the officer, with the 'That's why I'm the captian.' look. "Well, If we use that manuver, we would go up, and that would leave are least defended area Open To attack." Ardar said the last part Slower and louder than the rest. The officer looked down, angry that Ardar had bested him once more. "I rest my case" Ardar mumbled. "Commence manuver Gee-Twelve. Direct Fifteen percen of engine power to forwar shields." Ardar Ordered. "Time to give little children somthing to cry about at night." one of his comm officer said. "Yeah!" another officer yelled. "No," Ardar said, "Not the cry." Two officers braved the agony that might befall them if they even tilted there heads, and looked. "Sir?" one asked. Ardar sighed, "Not the children you Chiss." The officer winced at this. Then Ardar started to laugh, "Die... Anyway, back to the battle. We have A job to do here... Oh, and by the way, Try not to Yell, on the Bridge." OOC: That should be better. sorry about the first one.