Zago Kint
Character
"The Midnight Treasure is launching fighters," the Tactical Droid announced.
Then a new voice from the sensor station spoke up. The voices of the command droids on the bridge were modulated just slightly differently so that he could tell them apart.
"There is a Capital Ship here with the Midnight Treasure. All of its systems are coming online."
"Finish launching all craft," Zago ordered, "then take us to hyperspace. There is no reason to remain here while the droids finish their work. But send out a salvo of concussion missiles to thin opponents in the field. It'll take the edge off of our opposition."
At once, a salvo of over a hundred missiles poured out of the Hornet, like dandelion seeds blown out by a breeze. They streaked out in their multitudes, passing the Hornet's own droid fighters and boarding craft to collide with the fighters coming off of the Midnight Treasure. The result was carnage, with forty-eight fighters from the Auctioneer Ship obliterated in an instant.
The starscape became littered with broken bodies and mechanical debris.
Then the droid starfighters and boarding craft surged forward, their own launchers sending proton torpedoes streaking forth towards both the Midnight Treasure and the unexpected capital ship which Alastor was bringing rapidly online. Alastor's ship was already blazing away with its defense systems, doing a good job of screening the inbound flights of torpedoes.
The Hornet turned slowly away from the fray, aligning with a hyperspace exit path. Even as it turned away, it unleashed devastating broadsides towards the Midnight Treasure, smashing into its shields and disabling its onboard systems.
Then something new happened.
There was a woman at the bridge.
Not on the bridge. Not inside. But at the bridge viewports. Punching them.
"What is that?" Zago asked, incredulous.
"Humanoid female," came the unhelpful response, "unknown species."
Zago sighed. Droids lacked creativity and initiative. They also had a terrible tendency to unhelpfully state the obvious while missing the subtext of an inquiry.
"I can see it is a humanoid female. How did she get there? Past our particle shields? And is she- is she punching through the viewport? That's transparisteel, isn't it? How can she punch through transparisteel?"
There was a pause, then a series of responses came: "Unknown. Yes. Yes. Yes. Unknown."
"Are we ready to engage hyperdrive," Zago asked.
"Yes," came the simple reply.
"Good," Zago said, "then jump. She can either hop off this ship, or come along for the ride. Order fifty combat droids to the bridge, just in case."
"Acknowledged," the command droid replied, "Jumping now..."
Alina Tremiru
Alastor Baxa
Then a new voice from the sensor station spoke up. The voices of the command droids on the bridge were modulated just slightly differently so that he could tell them apart.
"There is a Capital Ship here with the Midnight Treasure. All of its systems are coming online."
"Finish launching all craft," Zago ordered, "then take us to hyperspace. There is no reason to remain here while the droids finish their work. But send out a salvo of concussion missiles to thin opponents in the field. It'll take the edge off of our opposition."
At once, a salvo of over a hundred missiles poured out of the Hornet, like dandelion seeds blown out by a breeze. They streaked out in their multitudes, passing the Hornet's own droid fighters and boarding craft to collide with the fighters coming off of the Midnight Treasure. The result was carnage, with forty-eight fighters from the Auctioneer Ship obliterated in an instant.
The starscape became littered with broken bodies and mechanical debris.
Then the droid starfighters and boarding craft surged forward, their own launchers sending proton torpedoes streaking forth towards both the Midnight Treasure and the unexpected capital ship which Alastor was bringing rapidly online. Alastor's ship was already blazing away with its defense systems, doing a good job of screening the inbound flights of torpedoes.
The Hornet turned slowly away from the fray, aligning with a hyperspace exit path. Even as it turned away, it unleashed devastating broadsides towards the Midnight Treasure, smashing into its shields and disabling its onboard systems.
Then something new happened.
There was a woman at the bridge.
Not on the bridge. Not inside. But at the bridge viewports. Punching them.
"What is that?" Zago asked, incredulous.
"Humanoid female," came the unhelpful response, "unknown species."
Zago sighed. Droids lacked creativity and initiative. They also had a terrible tendency to unhelpfully state the obvious while missing the subtext of an inquiry.
"I can see it is a humanoid female. How did she get there? Past our particle shields? And is she- is she punching through the viewport? That's transparisteel, isn't it? How can she punch through transparisteel?"
There was a pause, then a series of responses came: "Unknown. Yes. Yes. Yes. Unknown."
"Are we ready to engage hyperdrive," Zago asked.
"Yes," came the simple reply.
"Good," Zago said, "then jump. She can either hop off this ship, or come along for the ride. Order fifty combat droids to the bridge, just in case."
"Acknowledged," the command droid replied, "Jumping now..."
Alina Tremiru
Alastor Baxa
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