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ONRC | 'Dominion' - Fast Battleship

"A grey horizon dawned on cold meridians. From the ports of Luma, a hunter emerged from the black. Reports had reached the outer regions that a war-fleet was emerging from beneath the ice sheets of Tohil; ready to ascend on our mining colonies. War had been declared, and the time to unleash our weapon had come. Three days passed before she came for the fleet. The guns lit the dark with their fire, though we could not hear its roar nor the screams it caused, as the scarlet fleet fell back into the sleet. Black iron, Red ash; turned white fields grey. Not once has it been questioned; no ships raised, or flags flown. No dreams of rebellion, since that day. In weeping graves, and ashen snows, ours is Dominion Our true colours shown."