Revenchent
Dungeon Master
"Sith ship approaching, right on schedule. Odd markings on the hull though; doesn't correspond to well with recorded designs. Must be carrying some new tech we haven't seen before." Cal murmured aloud. His full attention was pointed toward the viewport that gave way to open space. Their location was generally unknown, and for good reason. Raiding a Sith ship was extremely profitable, and extremely dangerous.
It also eliminated any morality issues Cal might have had.
Their own shuttle (He had forgotten the name) hung seemingly lifeless on the edge of the system The Sith ship would pass through the sector; they would fly in, burn a hole through the plating, and eliminate whoever challenged them on the inside. It was a relatively straightforward plan, but the best ones always were.
His helmet rolled between armor laden fingers. The former General's expression was contorted into a mix of worry, anticipation, and excitement. Space engagements were always the most unpredictable and dangerous environments for insertions. One miscalculation, and the air in your lungs would be replaced with vacuum. The thought brought back memory of cryo tubes and ice flinging Sith Lords. Cal shook his head and the thoughts with it.
"We'll burn in and carve the hole. Make sure you wear rebreathers. If we're lucky, we'll end up venting the crew before they can retaliate. Might not even have to fire a shot." He continued. A hand ran through his thick beard, and his dark eyes settled on the massive transport floating far off into space. He could, at the very least, justify this. Drunkenwell he could not. It spoke volumes for his current position.
"Getting shot is also a bad idea too, just saying."
[member="Zandra Fenni"] and 'errybody else.
It also eliminated any morality issues Cal might have had.
Their own shuttle (He had forgotten the name) hung seemingly lifeless on the edge of the system The Sith ship would pass through the sector; they would fly in, burn a hole through the plating, and eliminate whoever challenged them on the inside. It was a relatively straightforward plan, but the best ones always were.
His helmet rolled between armor laden fingers. The former General's expression was contorted into a mix of worry, anticipation, and excitement. Space engagements were always the most unpredictable and dangerous environments for insertions. One miscalculation, and the air in your lungs would be replaced with vacuum. The thought brought back memory of cryo tubes and ice flinging Sith Lords. Cal shook his head and the thoughts with it.
"We'll burn in and carve the hole. Make sure you wear rebreathers. If we're lucky, we'll end up venting the crew before they can retaliate. Might not even have to fire a shot." He continued. A hand ran through his thick beard, and his dark eyes settled on the massive transport floating far off into space. He could, at the very least, justify this. Drunkenwell he could not. It spoke volumes for his current position.
"Getting shot is also a bad idea too, just saying."
[member="Zandra Fenni"] and 'errybody else.
