Chronosia
14-07-2005, 23:46
The order had went out, a request for Godulan heads; for the enemies of the Empire to be crushed. Well, that mattered little, didn't it? It was all about the fun; Fun, that was it...All that mattered was fun; the having of it anyway, nothing about war or subterfuge; all about fun; the thrill of the hunt, the death of worlds beneath their bootheels.
Even as the Battle of Thorn raged, the ships had slipped; silent, like vipers through swamp water, towards Godulan shipping lines and trade centres. The great black ships of the Corsairs; The Black Corsairs...The pirates surged forth, their weapons readied to open fire on anything that came their way; to claim bounties laid down by the Empire, and to kill the fools who opposed them. They held an oath with Marcus De Drakan; he had remade their order...
The Brothers stepped forth on the bridge; Alexus in his robes and armor; his pistols hanging languidly from his belt; his sword upon his back, ready to spill blood. He smirked softly, staring forth across space.
"Time to earn our keep"
"Aye; we'll bring 'em death before they know whats hit 'em" He grinned, his face marred by years of battle, his neck bulging with tubes and implants; his body a tapestry of pain and self mutilation...Self Experimentation.
Marius he was, Alexus' brother, and Lord Biovizier of the Corsairs.
"Any progress on the troops"
"One or two died from the serum; the rest are agressive, charged; ready"
"Good; keep us in stealth, but ready; we strike soon..."
Even as the Battle of Thorn raged, the ships had slipped; silent, like vipers through swamp water, towards Godulan shipping lines and trade centres. The great black ships of the Corsairs; The Black Corsairs...The pirates surged forth, their weapons readied to open fire on anything that came their way; to claim bounties laid down by the Empire, and to kill the fools who opposed them. They held an oath with Marcus De Drakan; he had remade their order...
The Brothers stepped forth on the bridge; Alexus in his robes and armor; his pistols hanging languidly from his belt; his sword upon his back, ready to spill blood. He smirked softly, staring forth across space.
"Time to earn our keep"
"Aye; we'll bring 'em death before they know whats hit 'em" He grinned, his face marred by years of battle, his neck bulging with tubes and implants; his body a tapestry of pain and self mutilation...Self Experimentation.
Marius he was, Alexus' brother, and Lord Biovizier of the Corsairs.
"Any progress on the troops"
"One or two died from the serum; the rest are agressive, charged; ready"
"Good; keep us in stealth, but ready; we strike soon..."