9 months ago With a soft metallic hiss, the turbo shaft doors slide open, revealing COMMODORE YVONNE ELLISON—a battle-hardened Starfleet officer in her 50s, radiating authority with every step. Her uniform is pristine yet worn with experience, adorned with the insignia of her rank. Her gaze is sharp, calculating, and her posture is rigid with discipline. As she strides forward, the camera follows her purposeful movement, framing her against the sleek, futuristic corridors of the starship's bridge. The CAPTAIN awaits, turning to meet her with an air of anticipation. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken tension, illuminated by the soft glow of bridge consoles and the distant hum of the ship’s systems. The lighting is cool, with subtle reflections dancing along the metallic surfaces. Ellison’s expression is unreadable, her presence alone enough to command attention. Tikiman3d 0 74
9 months ago You'll take my life, but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket, but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand, there's no turning back The bugle sounds, the charge begins But on this battlefield, no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses' breath As I plunge on into certain death The horse, he sweats with fear, we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round We get so near, yet so far away We won't live to fight another day We get so close, near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds take my horse below And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear, I draw my parting groan HawkStar 0 69