(The Vulture and the Serpent's Tail close into mid range, all point defense units joining with MAC to create a system of coordinated fire. Agonizing hours pass as they move closer and closer. The pincer of their defensive fire splits three more torpedoes in the time it takes the mercenary vessels to shrink the void-distance. In time, the gap between is negligible. Endless fathoms are reduced to paces.)
(As the friendly brigands' vessels attain the range to appear on visual sensors, the crew of the Shooting Star witnesses the truth of what the Serpent's Tail is.)
(A tiny, microcosm of a carrier. The point defense is merely a means of buying time for the beasts that lie inside. A treasury. A hoard. A cave. The wyrm wrests itself from the depths of its lair, a beast awoken from slumber to reap death upon the waking world.)
(Slowly, the serpentine mekani crawls from the depths of the hanger within the ship, slinking across the surface of the vessel and perching upon the hull with handholds and mounting latches long since forged for their king.)
(The pirate vessel slowly encroaches upon the territory of a tyrant long since established. The serpent rests its terrible length upon the side of the egg-thing that delivers it: so much smaller and yet so much more of a presence. The steel and piping might as well be the rocks and treetrunks decorating some great mountain, setting the stage for its master to fly loose from its bounds and set upon some bandit clan which thinks itself mighty.)
They have yet to slow down. Either they're stupidly confident, or they don't even have the sensor range to realize their attacks are failing. They should be within range for us to strike within the hour.
- Callsign: Wyrmling -
An hour it is. Las me when you're goin' in so I can toss Star into evasivesâyou're lookin' like the last person whose way I wanna be in right now, Void Dragon. Just keep an eye outâI'm seein' heavy point-def on their end now they're closer, 'n it'd be a shame to die like a torp in that fancy chassis of yours.
Do try 'n leave some of 'em alive past the boarding, if you can? Lotta stations'll pay for live piratesâthe trials're good PR.
//Cpt. Sadia Ăech















