RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Dreadstar III
Approaching Nar Shaddaa
Things had been quiet in the Galaxy. Almost too quiet for too long, and RC hated that. Few wars, few conflicts. Though the Alliance had fallen and that sited him just fine. It was always good to watch more space open up. Governments were just getting too damn uppity fro his tastes these days.
He gobbled down another bite of peanut butter and jelly and glanced around the bridge of his newly rebuilt baby, the Dreadstar III. Nukes, Prefab base, a couple hangars of fighters. He relished the feeling of the old Captains chair he'd gone to great lengths to find and reinstall after the destruction of his first. And now it was time for two things.
He cleared his throat, and the Raiders gathered around. Old Ghost Teams from the Lords of the Fringe, a Few Deathwatch Commandos from far before the schism, when Mandalore had first really risen as a power block. Old Clone Commandos he'd stolen from the Republic, and tons of Pirates and old Mercenary friends.
"Ahem Gent's I'll make it short and sweet. I like chaos and I like money. To that end I have a debt to repay to the Silver Jedi, who betrayed me at Mirial!" He roared pumping his fist in the air.
"Damn Jedi di'kuts thought they washed their hands of ol RC. Guessing most of the Galaxy too."
He took another bite, some of the peanut butter sticing to the roof of his mouth, giving him an odd face as he tried to lick it away.
"Anyhow yeah, short and sweet. No one fears the RC's Raiders anymore, but that's about to change. It's time we paid a lil visit to Nar Shaada, test this baby out!" He said, slapping his captains Chair.
"Drop a few Nukes, take a bunch of crew on after they see there's no escape. Then grab a few ships. So Game time Raiders."
He finished the sandwich and licked his fingers, before ramming that old familiar Katarn helmet on.
Moments later the Dreadstar III exited hyperspace above the skies of Nar Shadda. RC grinned and rubbed his hands together as they broke atmosphere, flames licking at their shields, coming to rest low orbit in the actual skies above Nar Sahddaa capital city.
"We've breached sir!"
"Excellent."
He stood and clapped his hands together.
"Gentlemen, release the Tactical Nukes!"
Approaching Nar Shaddaa
Things had been quiet in the Galaxy. Almost too quiet for too long, and RC hated that. Few wars, few conflicts. Though the Alliance had fallen and that sited him just fine. It was always good to watch more space open up. Governments were just getting too damn uppity fro his tastes these days.
He gobbled down another bite of peanut butter and jelly and glanced around the bridge of his newly rebuilt baby, the Dreadstar III. Nukes, Prefab base, a couple hangars of fighters. He relished the feeling of the old Captains chair he'd gone to great lengths to find and reinstall after the destruction of his first. And now it was time for two things.
He cleared his throat, and the Raiders gathered around. Old Ghost Teams from the Lords of the Fringe, a Few Deathwatch Commandos from far before the schism, when Mandalore had first really risen as a power block. Old Clone Commandos he'd stolen from the Republic, and tons of Pirates and old Mercenary friends.
"Ahem Gent's I'll make it short and sweet. I like chaos and I like money. To that end I have a debt to repay to the Silver Jedi, who betrayed me at Mirial!" He roared pumping his fist in the air.
"Damn Jedi di'kuts thought they washed their hands of ol RC. Guessing most of the Galaxy too."
He took another bite, some of the peanut butter sticing to the roof of his mouth, giving him an odd face as he tried to lick it away.
"Anyhow yeah, short and sweet. No one fears the RC's Raiders anymore, but that's about to change. It's time we paid a lil visit to Nar Shaada, test this baby out!" He said, slapping his captains Chair.
"Drop a few Nukes, take a bunch of crew on after they see there's no escape. Then grab a few ships. So Game time Raiders."
He finished the sandwich and licked his fingers, before ramming that old familiar Katarn helmet on.
Moments later the Dreadstar III exited hyperspace above the skies of Nar Shadda. RC grinned and rubbed his hands together as they broke atmosphere, flames licking at their shields, coming to rest low orbit in the actual skies above Nar Sahddaa capital city.
"We've breached sir!"
"Excellent."
He stood and clapped his hands together.
"Gentlemen, release the Tactical Nukes!"
