The human yawned as he leaned
against the crumbling stone, looking out from the wall over the dunes and sifting sand of the desert planet…he could
see another walled city far in the distance, grumbling a bit as he looked through the scope of his rifle toward it. Too dark to see anything…
He stood at around 6’4,
tanned from years spent on the planet. His hair was a dark black, his eyes a
light green…he shut them momentarily before someone shouted to him.
“Get the hell down
here Shadow! Your turn to get off of the cool spot!” Shadow grumbled and turned around, beginning to step down the ladder that led to the bottom of the wall
just as a breeze began to kick up…
The Scion. The largest ship ever seen in this galaxy, nearly capable of housing an entire fleet. It’s long and narrow in its shape, the top of it has another layer which is smaller, not spanning
the entire ship, but more of the middle of it. The bottom of it is round, and
three large engines jut from the back. Three turrets are on the top of the second
layer, two barrels sticking out of each turret. One is larger then the others
in size, the barrels shining, clean.
Two smaller turrets are on
the bow of the ship, and on the sides of the ship are covered in cannons, grouped it small bunches. The battle-ship was originally as a gift from the Citalieans to the humans…it was as a peace offering
to keep from a war.
The ship disappeared
days after it was given. Both sides accused each other of treachery, and before
anyone knew it, war had broken out. Planets were destroyed and decimated, fleets
of ships were torn apart by weapons which should have never been armed…
The Ghost lined up
with the side of the huge floating hulk. The hulk had holes and gashes covering
it, the frame of the ship visible through the openings.
“So…this is it…”
Johnson looked into one of the screens which showed the outside of the small pirate ship he captained…”The Scion
itself…”
The Ghost could fit
into the hulk a large amount of times over. The pirate was of different design
though-Its back half was rectangular in shape, five engines visible in the back-four at each corner, and one in the dead center.
Various gun turrets were
on strategic parts of the small ship, and on the sides of its back were closed racks of launchers.
“Boarding crews! You know your mission. Get in, find what
weapons and supplies you can, and get out. After that we report the coordinates
of this hulk to the Empire, and walk away rich and retired.”
A cheer came from the thirty-odd
pirates who were to board the Scion and grab everything they could. The
Ghost slowly lined up so it was parallel with the hulk, five spikes shooting out of its side…they punctured into
the wreck, each trailing a length of cable after them, connecting the two ships.
After that, three cylinders
pushed from the side of the pirate ship…at the end of them were four long rods, which stopped the cylinders from going
any further when they connected. With a hiss of escaping air, the boarding crews
began to push themselves out…each figure wore heavy armor and a backpack combined with it, and had a rifle on an arm
strap.
The pirates slowly vanished
into various corridors of the hulk…Johnson watched through the viewing screens.
Hurry up you guys…this hulk scares the crap out of me.
