RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Somewhere near Naboo
Shipping Lane
Fleet
Space. The final frontier.
The galaxy was getting smaller, but the pirates still hadn't gone away. Dispatched and fresh from Tortuga Station they had a brand new lease on life. Somewhere along a shipping lane a grav mine activated, ripping several ships from hyperspace, into real time. Two of which were marked by an inside tip and rich with Platinum bars.
From across the way she watched, and turned to her Graug First Mate, Rothgar.
"Well then, right where we said it would be eh?"
Rothgar nodded and his voice boomed across the bridge.
"All hands, set to battle stations!"
She grinned.
From the sides of the SS Crimson Maw Kinetic cannons extended and began to fire, pumping round after round of tungsten cored metal rounds into the freighters.
Thirty or so guns to be exact.
"Calm down now Rothgar, we aren't trying to destroy everything. Gunnery, Ion cannons away on that second vessel. Action IV lookin' one eh?"
"Aye Cap'n."
Ion beams joined the fray, splashing across the Action IV.
The other freighter broke apart, just as it manged to get a distress signal into the void. Pieces of plating, bodies, cargo and an engine or two floated their way.
"Damn. No tractor beams."
"Shall I send the men to retrieve it Cap'n?" Wrothgar growled.
"Yes, do that. Make em go on a lil space walk. Update me when that Vessel loses power. Prepare boarding parties."
She uncapped another syringe of stims and slammed it into her thigh, letting the chem mixture juice up her body. Pupils dilated to the size of dinner plates and everything became slow motion for the Captain as she felt the rush entrance her. The raid was on!
Shipping Lane
Fleet
- SS Crimson Maw- Jast 2cnd Rate Frigate
- 100/100
- Actions- Engaging Action IV Transport
Space. The final frontier.
The galaxy was getting smaller, but the pirates still hadn't gone away. Dispatched and fresh from Tortuga Station they had a brand new lease on life. Somewhere along a shipping lane a grav mine activated, ripping several ships from hyperspace, into real time. Two of which were marked by an inside tip and rich with Platinum bars.
From across the way she watched, and turned to her Graug First Mate, Rothgar.
"Well then, right where we said it would be eh?"
Rothgar nodded and his voice boomed across the bridge.
"All hands, set to battle stations!"
She grinned.
I love this part.
From the sides of the SS Crimson Maw Kinetic cannons extended and began to fire, pumping round after round of tungsten cored metal rounds into the freighters.
Thirty or so guns to be exact.
"Calm down now Rothgar, we aren't trying to destroy everything. Gunnery, Ion cannons away on that second vessel. Action IV lookin' one eh?"
"Aye Cap'n."
Ion beams joined the fray, splashing across the Action IV.
The other freighter broke apart, just as it manged to get a distress signal into the void. Pieces of plating, bodies, cargo and an engine or two floated their way.
"Damn. No tractor beams."
"Shall I send the men to retrieve it Cap'n?" Wrothgar growled.
"Yes, do that. Make em go on a lil space walk. Update me when that Vessel loses power. Prepare boarding parties."
She uncapped another syringe of stims and slammed it into her thigh, letting the chem mixture juice up her body. Pupils dilated to the size of dinner plates and everything became slow motion for the Captain as she felt the rush entrance her. The raid was on!