I Have No Mouth & I Must Scream - (Wild Space, Reaper, Riti, Paisley Squadron)
Jun 18, 2017 17:20:12 GMT -8
Post by Dvorak-Kevik-Vermin on Jun 18, 2017 17:20:12 GMT -8
(Continued from Our Old Forum)
The Tin Can sidled up toward the gash in the Reaper's side, a small, awkward, boxy ship with minimal maneuverability but the Pridefire and the Protectorate were doing what they could to distract the Reaper from the real danger. The boxy little Tin Can.
There would be no pressurized boarding procedure so Kevik, Riti, Darryl and the away team had to suit up. Riti probably found it tight and awkward, if she could think at all from the Leviathan's cries.
Kevik reached and opened the side door, the cold black of space a gap between the small ship and the hull breech in the Reaper.
Kevik went first, then some of the away team, then Riti, and Darryl taking up the rear.
Inside, the ship was cold, dark and unrelentingly mechanical. The halls were just tunnels and tunnels of tubes gathered around all surface, with simple catwalks allowing for mobility. The round doors were just frames. There were no walls to speak of, just tubes.
"Is it bad that I expected something more...alien?" Kevik asked quietly. "Or maybe these catwalks were placed by someone else?" He eyed them. They were too pop-up, too much like scaffolding to be Galactic Federation. Maybe Alliance or Rebellion? It didn't really matter.
Kevik looked down the long hall, which disappeared into blackness. It felt like being a crumb, getting swallowed down a huge throat.
Back on The Protectorate, Vermin Vlixem knew he should have been filled with fear, apprehension. Reapers had destroyed much of his homeworld, probably killed some of his family that he didn't know about. He wouldn't doubt it. But he didn't care, that didn't bother him right now. He waited for The Pridefire to wrench open the panels that hid the optic laser. Finally, it tugged open, peeled like a metal rind, to show the juicy ruby red fruit of the laser.
Vermin smirked. This bastard ship might have killed millions but that didn't concern him. All he knew right now was that this was the monster in his daughter's nightmares. It was vexing his child. And he would make it go away.
"We have a clear shot of the optic laser, captain."
"Fire." Vermin ordered.
The Tin Can sidled up toward the gash in the Reaper's side, a small, awkward, boxy ship with minimal maneuverability but the Pridefire and the Protectorate were doing what they could to distract the Reaper from the real danger. The boxy little Tin Can.
There would be no pressurized boarding procedure so Kevik, Riti, Darryl and the away team had to suit up. Riti probably found it tight and awkward, if she could think at all from the Leviathan's cries.
Kevik reached and opened the side door, the cold black of space a gap between the small ship and the hull breech in the Reaper.
Kevik went first, then some of the away team, then Riti, and Darryl taking up the rear.
Inside, the ship was cold, dark and unrelentingly mechanical. The halls were just tunnels and tunnels of tubes gathered around all surface, with simple catwalks allowing for mobility. The round doors were just frames. There were no walls to speak of, just tubes.
"Is it bad that I expected something more...alien?" Kevik asked quietly. "Or maybe these catwalks were placed by someone else?" He eyed them. They were too pop-up, too much like scaffolding to be Galactic Federation. Maybe Alliance or Rebellion? It didn't really matter.
Kevik looked down the long hall, which disappeared into blackness. It felt like being a crumb, getting swallowed down a huge throat.
Back on The Protectorate, Vermin Vlixem knew he should have been filled with fear, apprehension. Reapers had destroyed much of his homeworld, probably killed some of his family that he didn't know about. He wouldn't doubt it. But he didn't care, that didn't bother him right now. He waited for The Pridefire to wrench open the panels that hid the optic laser. Finally, it tugged open, peeled like a metal rind, to show the juicy ruby red fruit of the laser.
Vermin smirked. This bastard ship might have killed millions but that didn't concern him. All he knew right now was that this was the monster in his daughter's nightmares. It was vexing his child. And he would make it go away.
"We have a clear shot of the optic laser, captain."
"Fire." Vermin ordered.
