Warning Shots

"Communications, patch me through to the Triesenberg lead ship," Ellis ordered calmly.

"Aye, sir. Channel open," the communications officer responded.

Ellis stepped forward, his voice steady but with a hard edge. "This is Captain John Ellis of the Valorian Home Fleet. You are ordered to alter your course and turn back immediately. Your continued presence so close to Valorian waters will not be tolerated. Failure to comply will result in defensive action. You have five minutes to respond."

He gestured to the officer to keep the line open, the countdown already running in his mind. The Triesenberg Fleet had been pushing the limits, but this was their last chance to back down. If they didn't, the consequences could be severe.

"Sir," the radar officer said quietly, "No immediate movement from their fleet. They're still holding position."