Thelas
08-11-2004, 18:52
Azorwrath Starlord stood on the bridge of his ship. His ship, not the ship of the Thelasi, not the ship of the Empire, his ship. Azorwrath was a mercenary, the leader of a band of freelancers, who willingly sold their swords (or ships, in this case) to the highest bidder. His was a motley band of Mechwarriors. About three lances, fifteen Mechs, in total, from his fleet, headed by the Black Ice, he launched his attacks, repaired his ships and managed his affairs.
There were three ships in his fleet all of them modified Battle cruisers. The Black Ice, Shadow Wraith and Normandy. They were fast, and carried a lot of firepower. Armor though, that was their weakness, all three of them were lightly armored, and couldn’t absorb as much damage as Azorwrath would have liked, but that was something that he couldn’t remedy.
Azorwrath had to wait for a while, wait for a situation in the world to deteriorate, or at least, so said common wisdom. Yet, why couldn’t Azorwrath deteriorate the situation himself, why couldn’t he destabilize… The question was, how?.
There were three ships in his fleet all of them modified Battle cruisers. The Black Ice, Shadow Wraith and Normandy. They were fast, and carried a lot of firepower. Armor though, that was their weakness, all three of them were lightly armored, and couldn’t absorb as much damage as Azorwrath would have liked, but that was something that he couldn’t remedy.
Azorwrath had to wait for a while, wait for a situation in the world to deteriorate, or at least, so said common wisdom. Yet, why couldn’t Azorwrath deteriorate the situation himself, why couldn’t he destabilize… The question was, how?.