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A shadow appeared beneath the dreadnought - a shadow that had moved from secret tanks hidden within Mesa Roja, a darkness that flew through the void with nary a sound. The massive doors hummed to life, blue shielding popping and crackling in the void - not to Stop the leviathan that now flew through the doors, of course, but to stop the far weaker creatures within from dying to atmospheric decompression.
Within, a line of salutes were made, yet the titan heeded them not, as the creature crashed through the ship with a determined thump to it’s every step.
The Dreadnought’s command crew worked diligently in their stations. The Crew primed navigation systems, readied comms, sent out pre-arranged signals to several buyers, sellers, business partners and diplomats across the void, Powered up weapons and additional systems to standby, all whilst the chief engineer made sure the Afloraltite warp drive was primed to jump at a moment’s notice.
“Get everything perfect! Lord Ridley will arrive in only a moment! And for god’s sakes, Vissix, stop shaking!”
“I’m just n-n-nervous. Ridley is usually in a bad mood after one of these…. These…” The Chief weapons officer whined, only to be cut off by a harsh voice.
“Captain on the Deck!”
Security officer Visigoth strode forward with purpose, opening the door ahead of time, as Ridley’s massive frame strode through the door. The applause was given by every single officer as he arrived.
“Incredible show, sir! Really showed em who the greatest boss in space is” Jervix called out with a crustacean grin.
“You and Lilith really hammered them there~” Comms officer Ratt spoke up.
“Ship ready, sir. On your orders. To move.” Navigations officer Laice spoke up.
“That f-fusion cannon… we should try to steal that, L-lord Ridley!” Vizzix spoke up, as they devolved into various congratulatory babble in their own way.
Ridley held up a talon, glaring at the group, and silencing the crew in one swift motion.
“The ship has yet to go aflame. Does that mean you were unusually competent… or simply too lazy?” Ridley rasped, striding to his throne. Only silence followed, as he sat down in his chair.
“That was a joke. laugh.”
“Ah… ehehehe…. Hahahaha!” the gathered officers began laughing, not so much out of the joke as out of the nervous terror of their lives almost ending being replaced with a giddy level of relief.
“Prep the ship to go to Warp. We head to Inverxe while our little gem project finishes. On my mark.” Ridley continued, looking across the bridge one more time. He was back where he belonged. Not just in the fields, taking blood and ravaging worlds in the flesh.
No, he was the Pirate King. Where he sat, his throne. He was back where he belonged.
Within, a line of salutes were made, yet the titan heeded them not, as the creature crashed through the ship with a determined thump to it’s every step.
The Dreadnought’s command crew worked diligently in their stations. The Crew primed navigation systems, readied comms, sent out pre-arranged signals to several buyers, sellers, business partners and diplomats across the void, Powered up weapons and additional systems to standby, all whilst the chief engineer made sure the Afloraltite warp drive was primed to jump at a moment’s notice.
“Get everything perfect! Lord Ridley will arrive in only a moment! And for god’s sakes, Vissix, stop shaking!”
“I’m just n-n-nervous. Ridley is usually in a bad mood after one of these…. These…” The Chief weapons officer whined, only to be cut off by a harsh voice.
“Captain on the Deck!”
Security officer Visigoth strode forward with purpose, opening the door ahead of time, as Ridley’s massive frame strode through the door. The applause was given by every single officer as he arrived.
“Incredible show, sir! Really showed em who the greatest boss in space is” Jervix called out with a crustacean grin.
“You and Lilith really hammered them there~” Comms officer Ratt spoke up.
“Ship ready, sir. On your orders. To move.” Navigations officer Laice spoke up.
“That f-fusion cannon… we should try to steal that, L-lord Ridley!” Vizzix spoke up, as they devolved into various congratulatory babble in their own way.
Ridley held up a talon, glaring at the group, and silencing the crew in one swift motion.
“The ship has yet to go aflame. Does that mean you were unusually competent… or simply too lazy?” Ridley rasped, striding to his throne. Only silence followed, as he sat down in his chair.
“That was a joke. laugh.”
“Ah… ehehehe…. Hahahaha!” the gathered officers began laughing, not so much out of the joke as out of the nervous terror of their lives almost ending being replaced with a giddy level of relief.
“Prep the ship to go to Warp. We head to Inverxe while our little gem project finishes. On my mark.” Ridley continued, looking across the bridge one more time. He was back where he belonged. Not just in the fields, taking blood and ravaging worlds in the flesh.
No, he was the Pirate King. Where he sat, his throne. He was back where he belonged.