JD Lykaios
Not the Cavalry
IN THE REACHES OF SPACE;
A CRUISER CARRIES A VAST HORDE OF TREASURE
PIRATES, FILLED WITH GREED, SET THEIR SIGHTS UPON IT
THE WORKINGS OF FATE BEGIN.
ABOARD THE STARSHIP COLOSSUS:The heft of her slave collar could not weigh down her excitement. Oh, it never could, really. One could take the wolf from the hunt, but they could never take the hunt from the wolf. Every moment that she spent in wait was a moment where her her heart raced in anticipation. They- her 'employers'- were finally letting her assist in the chase. For the first time in at least a year she'd be able to feel the thrill of combat, of her will pressed against that of another's. Even the threat of electricity, the fear of one wrong move leading to a nasty shock, did not faze her. Could anything? Perhaps. But not yet. Not before the danger had even presented itself. There was too much in the possibility, the chance, for her to fear the consequences. All of her hope was being put forward into the adventure. It was a feeling that she had almost allowed herself to forget. And now, as she sat in the back seat of a fighter, helping prepare for lift off, she remembered why it was a feeling she latched onto. Nothing could compare to it.
"Are ya ready, Lykaios?" Her pilot, an irritable Trandoshan, asked.
"Hell yeah I am!" Came her quick reply, full of raw enthusiasm. The pilot just gave a low growl in response, something akin to a sigh, before flipping a few switches on his control panel. Reports came in from their ship's comm unit, acknowledging the sighting of their target. What exactly they were after was a mystery to the wolf. But that didn't matter to her, clearly, as she practically shook with excitement. Endless fantasies filled her head, a thousand different ways for the day to play out. Every one that she could think of seemed like a grand one. As her vessel lifted off, a dozen others in the hanger doing so as well, she grinned a wicked grin, one undoubtedly worthy of her namesake. She took one last second to adjust her googles and check her systems before testing the secondary gun's controls, knowing full well it wouldn't work without her pilot unlocking it. Although the movements were a little jerky, probably due to some gears that needed wiring, she was certain that she could get it to do some real damage.
Of course, there was a chance that she wouldn't even need to. Intel was practically non-existent for this raid. None of the pirates knew who they were really going after, and by extension they had no idea what to expect. They could walk into a chite-storm of resistance... or they could waltz right into the cruiser's hanger to find nothing but statues of an egoistical Hutt. Really, it was all up in the air. If the Dread Skull Pirates hadn't been on a dry streak, they wouldn't have even considered approaching the vessel. But they needed whatever might be inside it. Hence their decision to let Lykaios assist. Usually she'd be stuck with lifting duties, carrying crates of loot into the cargo hold, not manning the gun on a fighter. She didn't think much of the situation's cause, instead just relishing the moment. Who knew when she'd get to do this next?... With another grin she looked to the stars, waiting to see what kind of dangers they'd be facing, if they were to face any at all.
[member="Queen Sovereign"]