Young Writers Society

The hangar was bustling, the temporary setting having been established. Not a single space was to be seen empty.

James caught sight of Dr. Hendrix and Sergeant Major Conrad. As soon as Conrad and James made eye contact, the Marine stood up and marched over to Captain Hunter.

Captain Hunter waited for Conrad to approach. Once Conrad was in front of him, he snapped to attention.

Captain Hunter spoke, “Sergeant Major, what brainless oaf made that decision?”

Conrad flashed a toothy grin and responded, “A now-former desk jockey. The rank is new. Rear Admiral Jackson said if I was going to serve under you again, I had to be a Non-Commissioned Officer (NCO).”

James couldn't help but let out a chuckle at Conrad's response, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Well, congratulations are in order then, Sergeant Major," he said, his tone a mix of amusement and respect. "Seems like Rear Admiral Jackson knows what she's doing. An NCO position suits you."

Conrad's expression softened into one of genuine pride. "Thank you, sir. It's an honor to serve under you again, especially in these circumstances," he replied, his posture still rigidly at attention, yet there was a warmth in his eyes that spoke volumes of his loyalty and dedication.

James observed the hangar around them, noting the flurry of activity as personnel moved about, setting up equipment and coordinating efforts. "Looks like we have a lot of work ahead of us," he commented, his gaze briefly meeting Conrad's.

"Yes, sir. The crew is ready and waiting for your orders. We're all eager to see what the future holds with the new tech and advancements," Conrad replied, his tone indicating a readiness to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

James offered a smile of acknowledgement to Sergeant Major Conrad. "Back to your seat, it looks like we're about to start," he said.

Like clockwork, a calm but stern voice echoed over the sound system, "Okay, everyone, the ceremony is about to begin. Everyone back to your seats, eyes front."

The hangar fell quiet, and all eyes turned forward. In front of the hangar doors, a stage had been erected. An older man, his hair more salt than pepper, with a square jaw and a tall, proud stance, stepped onto the stage. He was immaculate in his dress uniform, adorned with gold braid, ribbons, and medals. He was the epitome of a seasoned leader, embodying years of service and dedication. This was Admiral Stone.

As Admiral Stone approached the podium, the air was filled with a sense of anticipation. His presence commanded attention, and it was clear that this ceremony was a significant event, not just a formality but a moment of importance in their journey. The crew, along with James and Conrad, waited in respectful silence for the proceedings to begin, understanding that this event marked a new chapter in their mission and possibly a turning point in their careers.

Admiral Stone cleared his throat and spoke into the mic, his commanding voice amplified throughout the hangar. “Ladies and gentlemen, enlisted men and women, officers and junior officers, I am Admiral Stone. As the rumor mill has correctly informed you, I am here to unveil a new addition to the United Earth Navy’s fleet. This vessel is not just any ship; it represents a first-of-its-kind technology that could theoretically turn the tide of any battle.” The old man chuckled “and i mean that”

He paused, ensuring he had the undivided attention of everyone present. “With state-of-the-art engines and reactors, we have new FTL technology allowing us to travel faster and deeper into the unknown expanses of space.”

He spoke in a mockingly slow tone, "But Stone, what about the weapons? Just give me a moment. I'm old and a little slow." The crowd chuckled at the Admiral's self-deprecating humor, playfully implying he wasn't fit for duty.

"The young lady," he continued with a twinkle in his eye, "sports a Quad-barrel main gun that can fire slugs capable of collectively punching through five feet of Titanium A. But that's not all she brings to bear; oh no, she has over one hundred Howler rocket..." He paused, giving a wicked grin, "...pods."

The crowd momentarily lost its composure. Over one hundred pods – that's a staggering seven per each – the collective armament was unprecedented.

"She will tear apart anything foolish enough to challenge her," he added with confidence. "And that's all I'm willing to disclose about her capabilities."

As his words sank in, a murmur spread through the crowd like wildfire. The thought of a weapon capable of penetrating five feet of Titanium A, coupled with the overwhelming number of Howler rocket pods, was astounding. The crowd was abuzz with excitement and awe at the sheer power and technological advancement of the vessel.

With a palpable sense of pride in his voice, Admiral Stone made the grand announcement, "I am pleased to present..." Just then, the hangar doors began to slide open dramatically, setting the stage for the moment everyone had been waiting for.

As the doors parted, a massive and striking Mako-class Corvette swung into view and landed gracefully, sending a powerful shockwave of air billowing into the hangar. The vessel, measuring an impressive 300 meters from tip to stern, was a sight to behold.

Admiral Stone resumed his speech amidst the awe of the audience, "It is my great honor to present the U.S.S. Valorant." The name of the ship echoed through the hangar, symbolizing not just a remarkable feat of engineering but also the hope and strength it represented for their fleet.

The U.S.S. Valorant, with its formidable presence and cutting-edge technology, stood as a testament to the advancements and capabilities of the United Earth Navy. Its unveiling was not just a mere ceremony; it was a declaration of their readiness and determination to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The crew and officers present felt a surge of pride and anticipation, eager to witness the capabilities of this new addition to their arsenal.

Admiral Stone continued, his voice resonating with a blend of solemnity and admiration. "Two and a half years ago, he and a good portion of his crew were rescued. Captain Hunter was literally at death's door, surviving a cranial shot”

The crowd listened intently, aware of the gravity of the situation Stone was recounting. "The crew that survived the evacuation of the Maxwell were held as POWs. After their rescue, they were given the option to retire. Remarkably, two-thirds of them chose to remain in service. Nearly all of those brave men and women are in this crowd today, ready to serve under their captain once again, ready to journey into the howling dark."

Admiral Stone's words painted a vivid picture of the crew's bravery and dedication. "They are warriors; they have no fear," he asserted, his statement reinforcing the unyielding spirit of the crew.

“I end with this note,” Stone said with a firm tone, “two and a half years ago, they blackened our eye and then bloodied our nose. The Valorant will be like a 21st-century nuclear submarine, and just as intimidating as stepping on a diamondback rattler."

Admiral Stone's voice carried a firm resolution as he continued, "We didn't seek war, but it was thrust upon us. We extended offers of peace, trade, and free commerce, a hand of coexistence. But the Graicrix," his voice hardened with disdain as he pronounced the name, "they chose the path of war. The USS Valorant stands more than ready to respond to their aggression… tenfold."

He paused, letting the weight of his declaration resonate with the audience. The room was charged with a mixture of determination and solemn understanding of the reality they faced.

"Now," Stone transitioned, his tone shifting to one of respect and admiration, "I hand over the stage to the man of the hour, Captain James Michael Hunter. Against all odds, he’s still with us and ready to lead once more."

As Stone concluded his speech, the crowd's anticipation grew palpable. They waited eagerly to hear from Captain Hunter, a man whose survival and resilience had become a beacon of hope and inspiration.

James stood up from his seat, rubbing his head as if to gather his thoughts, and made his way to the podium. The expression on his face was unmistakable - a mix of apprehension and wry humor, as if thinking to himself, “How am I supposed to follow that?”

As he approached the podium, the crowd's eyes were fixed on him, their anticipation palpable. Despite the tough act to follow, there was an air of respect and expectation. Everyone was eager to hear from the captain who had survived against all odds and was now set to lead this groundbreaking vessel.

James took a moment, collecting himself before addressing the crowd. His journey to this moment had been filled with trials and tribulations, and yet here he was, ready to embark on yet another significant chapter in his life. His first words would set the tone for his command and for the path that lay ahead for the USS Valorant and its crew.

James began, his voice steady yet tinged with a hint of humility, “I’m not exactly sure how to follow that. Admiral Stone is an inspiration to us all. But I understand you want to know about the man who took a shot to the head and lived.”

Just then, a voice from the crowd interjected, “More like, do you plan on surrendering this ship too?” The question hung in the air, palpable and challenging.

James paused for a moment, absorbing the weight of the question, then continued, “Let’s rip that band-aid off right now. The Maxwell was not a top-secret vessel. There was nothing cutting-edge about it. It was a run-of-the-mill frigate. And when I offered a surrender, she was scrap. If you remember, she then blew up on her own. Surrendering myself to the enemy was the only way I saw to save the lives of my crew.”

His voice carried a firm conviction as he spoke, “Do whatever saves the most lives, period. In my book, that is non-negotiable.” He scanned the audience, his gaze steady and unwavering. “With a ship like the USS Valorant, capable of radically changing the tide of any battle, the stakes are higher than ever. I would die before I let it fall into enemy hands.”

James's demeanor, as he stood before the crowd, was a testament to his deep sense of duty and commitment. "Leadership starts with two simple words: 'Follow me.' I have seen and engaged in front-line combat. I will never ask a subordinate to do anything I wouldn’t do myself. As an officer, I have the responsibility to lead young people who have enlisted straight out of school, those who haven’t yet experienced much of life. I’ve sent people under my command into situations that could have very well cost them their lives. But the potential lives saved and the value of our missions have always outweigh the risks."

He paused, giving the audience a moment to absorb the gravity of his words. “And I have to live with the consequences of those decisions. The sacrifices made, the lives affected – they all weigh heavily on me. But these are decisions I stand by. Leadership is more than just about strategy and giving orders; it’s about carrying the responsibility for every life under my command and for every action we undertake. That’s a burden I accept with honor and seriousness.”

He continued, his voice resonating with a blend of resolve and introspection, “Especially now, with the USS Valorant under my command. This ship represents not just our technological advancement but our renewed commitment to protect and serve. With the Valorant, we have a new opportunity, a new frontier to explore and defend. And I promise to lead with the same dedication and resolve as I always have.”

James surveyed the crowd, his gaze encompassing the faces of his crew, both old and new. With a sense of solemnity and pride, he concluded his speech, addressing them directly.

"Crew of the Valorant, and the former crew of the Maxwell," he began, his voice resonating with heartfelt sincerity, "it would be an honor and a privilege to have you follow me once again."