Alric Kuhn
Handsome K'lor'slug
Alric stood on the bridge of a Titan Industries MCH.
The massive vertical ship cut through space at a surprisingly fast pace, around it were little less than a dozen or so other capitals ships. Three Wyyrloks, five Razor Frigates, two Dark Blades, all of them were designed to protect the MCH in its foray. Most of the ships were on a red alert, their weapons prepared and their fighters ready to launch at any moment.
It was a precautionary method of course, nothing more.
The area of space they were in had once belonged to a faction that for lack of a better term had been zealots. The Moross Crusade. The massive sprawling religious faction that seemed to have disappeared entirely.
Where to Alric could not have said, but then again he didn't really care. All he cared about was what they left behind, one of those things being the planet that now loomed in front of him. Demonsgate. It was a world of hellfire and rock, nothing upon it save death and a toxic atmosphere. Yet he had a keen interest in it, though that was for one reason and one reason alone.
Phrik.
The precious metal that some called indestructible.
Alric wanted it. He wanted a substantial amount of it for dual purpose. The first was simple and straightforward, weapons. The other...the other was more complex, more personal.
He smiled slightly as he thought of that second reason, letting her image float across his thoughts before quickly sending it away. The smile didn't fade however, and as Demonsgate drew closer Alric found himself with more than a touch of joy.
The massive vertical ship cut through space at a surprisingly fast pace, around it were little less than a dozen or so other capitals ships. Three Wyyrloks, five Razor Frigates, two Dark Blades, all of them were designed to protect the MCH in its foray. Most of the ships were on a red alert, their weapons prepared and their fighters ready to launch at any moment.
It was a precautionary method of course, nothing more.
The area of space they were in had once belonged to a faction that for lack of a better term had been zealots. The Moross Crusade. The massive sprawling religious faction that seemed to have disappeared entirely.
Where to Alric could not have said, but then again he didn't really care. All he cared about was what they left behind, one of those things being the planet that now loomed in front of him. Demonsgate. It was a world of hellfire and rock, nothing upon it save death and a toxic atmosphere. Yet he had a keen interest in it, though that was for one reason and one reason alone.
Phrik.
The precious metal that some called indestructible.
Alric wanted it. He wanted a substantial amount of it for dual purpose. The first was simple and straightforward, weapons. The other...the other was more complex, more personal.
He smiled slightly as he thought of that second reason, letting her image float across his thoughts before quickly sending it away. The smile didn't fade however, and as Demonsgate drew closer Alric found himself with more than a touch of joy.