Caesar | Battlegroup "Overdrunk"

[Domino.Harvy]

We are not passengers on a ship called "Caesar". We are his team.

What happens if you put together all the spaceships designed by the engineers of our century and derive the formula for the ideal dreadnought? A worn-out and shabby hull made of Iridium plates with a sign “centennial pepelats”, a solar sail (and in case of calmness - solar oars), a generator of previously unknown matter, colored chintz and toilet paper, as well as the Artificial Intelligence Model "Robobuttler D3S7-R4LH-M4NS" controlling all this disgrace with mania greatness and an annoying voice counting down the time until the explosion of the ship's reactor, or the waiting moment to send you to the airlock.

Oh yes, we'd make a nice ship. A one-legged cyborg boatswain of a non-traditional orientation, not parting with a flask of strong alcohol, would turn on the side lights at night (so that we do not bump into someone at the speed of an impulse, and at the speed of a cruise - into us), and I, as a captain, nervously I would point my finger at the multi-colored buttons on the panels of the command bridge and shout: "Where is the cigarette lighter?"

Oh yes, all these thoughts came to me immediately, as soon as I climbed the bridge of the Bretonia Carrier, which was previously under the command of a man (or not quite) by name Jack D. Hammond.

My name is Domino Harvy, former Core Guildkeeper, new commander of Battlegroup "Overlord", CO of WV-Caesar. Our adventure is just begun, wait on us Hammond, I'll find you.

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