The Lord of Admiral

Posted on Thu Dec 11th, 2025 @ 1:30pm by Fleet Admiral The Lord of Admirals

586 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Pilot - "The Gate"
Location: Zandaryi Space - M33
Timeline: During the Iliad Probe expedition

The gate whooshed with energy, depositing the small probe into uncharted territory. It was a small torpedo shaped craft, 2 rings for warp nacelles and a fusion impulse engine powering it forward. Inside it, the most advanced sensors that Starfleet had developed for the probe. It shot forward from the gate, gracefully moving through real space, gathering data and telemetry as it went.
Unknown to it, lurking just before the gate, a small beacon, no bigger than a boulder and blending into the background noise that the gate was throwing off. Signaling some unknown benefactor who had left it there to monitor the gate.

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In a star system near the gate system, a massive warship loomed over a small moon. A large brick-shaped vessel, it loomed with equally massive sail-like partitions across the bow and aft of the ship. It was an imposing form in the black of space.

On the massive bridge of the vessel, various crew moved about, conducting duties, moving like a crew on any starship. It was a grand space that felt more like a cathedral than a starship’s bridge. Standing before a pulpit like dias, a tall, striking figure in ornate military regalia, draped in a cloak of deep red over a stark white uniform adorned with medals and sashes. This was X, Lord of Admirals of the Royal Zandaryi Kingdoms.

A timid young officer approached him, data-slate in hand, looking like a deer in headlights (and with good reason) keeping his small rack of antlers down as he looked at the floor.

“Lord…Lord of Admirals,” he began, holding the data-slate in front of him, like he was presenting the Lord of Admirals with Holy scripture.

The Lord of Admirals looked down at the officer from his dais, staring at him, like he was boring holes into the young timid deer.

“You may speak, tribune” The Lord of Admiral’s voice spoke in a deep baritone cadence. It resonated through the bridge, invoking the man’s power in ship and in the kingdom itself.

The young tribune continued, holding forward the data slate and allowing it to project a hologram of the Borg gate, the Iliad emerging from it.

“Lord of Admirals…I…must report that our ancient enemy…has returned or is probing to return.”

The Zandaryi had fought a great war against the Borg in Triangulum and had banished most to a small region of space and blockaded all Borg gates in Triangulum. It had been thousands of years of peace for Triangulum but the thought of the ancient enemy returning filled the Lord of Admirals with a dread he had never felt.

“Show me” He commanded, his hand out for the data slate that the tribune gave to him with reverence and respect before stepping several paces back from the larger man. The Lord of Admirals studied the image with an intenseness of someone studying their enemy. He zoomed into the image of Iliad, tilting his head with a curiosity before he looked again at the tribune.

“Send messengers to all holy fleet vessels to make their way here. We must mass in force before our enemy arrives. They must not be allowed to reclaim what is ours by holy right, so it is written!”

“SO IT IS WRITTEN” The crew bellowed in unison before they began their work of gathering the fleet.

The Lord of Admirals returned to his dais, hands clasped behind his back and he paced, contemplating what was to come.

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