La Terre’s Sovereign Bartholomew Ritter, faced with an invading Lem’ing fleet, decides to destroy his colony world instead.
Governor’s Office
A large open room with expensive looking hard wood floors and panelling. A black desk rests in the middle of the room with a comfortable looking leather chair set behind it. In front of the desk is a much less comfortable looking wooden chair for visitors. Filing cabinets line the walls to the sides of the desk. The wall opposite the entrance is a large window with a view of the town of New Paris.
The light filtering into your office begins to dim as if a cloud has just passed before the sun.
** Warning klaxons begin to scream in the distance. **
Sereval rushes in. “Did you hear that?” He inquires.
Sereval glances around and rushes out.
Ritter leans back in his chair as he keys his comlink, “Sgt. Preston, are the charges set and the switch hooked to my computer?” The answer comes back, “Yes Sir, press enter and that’s all she wrote.” he nods grimly and sits back waiting, his finger poised over the enter key.
Eryn stands from her chair at the sound of the klaxons, “Shit!”
Ritter looks over at Eryn and smiles softly, “Try to stay calm, we play the waiting game now.”