Board Thread:Archive/@comment-24866242-20140529230500

Chomja Kajat posted February 15, 2000 05:21 PM

The Wookiee’s Fang was floating along, minding its own business when they were suddenly set upon by marauders. I need you to understand something before I continue with this tale because it is very important that you take this fact into consideration whenever you read about these marauders. They were the stupidest marauders in the galaxy! That said, I will continue.

Their ship was huge. Fins bristled at all angles out from between the numerous racing stripes. Whoever had designed the ship had no sense of style whatsoever. But they thought they did which makes them the most dangerous designer in design today. The ship, to put it simply, was a monstrosity.

In the hold of the ‘Fang, Kochanski was hard at work on the drive stabilizers. Which is why he was taken by surprise when the ‘Fang started shaking violently as the marauders’ ship buzzed them. Well, you might call it a buzz. The process took about ten minutes and half way through they snagged the ‘Fang in a tractor beam.

Jim made his way to the cockpit and dropped into the seat next to Chomja just in time to pull on a headset so he could listen to the incoming transmission from the much larger ship. "Attention villains! The crew of The Fiendish Thingie has captured you! Heave to and prepare for the tour!"

Jim frowned at Chomja. “The Fiendish Thingie?” He tapped his earphones and looked at the computer readout. “What the hell kind of name is that? That translation can’t be right.”

Chomja shrugged.

The transmission continued. "Oh yes! Don’t bother trying to call for help. We are jamming all transmiss- What? What do you mean we’re not jamming transmissions!? Well start jamming! I know it takes four and a half minutes to warm up the jammers, just get on it!" The voice on the other end coughed nervously and continued. "As I said, we are jamming all transmissions!"

Jim tuned the subspace radio and dialed out. “This is the ‘Fang calling any nearby vessels. Kochanski calling Colorado, Vextis or Krita. We are under attack by hostile aliens. Transmitting coordinates presently.”

"Hey!" The marauders’ transmission cut in again, "I thought I told you not to call for help! Just for that the tour will last an extra ten minutes!"

Katrylle Morgahn posted July 14, 2000 01:00 PM

War games. Least that’s what Kala called them. Kat preferred to think of these little battles as training runs. In any case, Kala’s fighters aboard the Vextis were pitted against Kat’s small band of Krita pirates. It was by no means an even match. Kala’s fighters outnumbered the pirates 3-1, but the motley band held their own.

Kat had Kala’s wingman in her sights when the call came through about the Wookiee’s Fang.

"Yo, Kat. Got something on the board that might interest you. "

Alex’s voice broke her concentration and the dummy blast went wide, harmlessly flaring to the fighter’s port side by 10 feet.

“Damnit Alex, cain’t it wait?!”

"Not unless all that “friend in need” crap was just that…"

Alex was one of the few aboard both the Krita and the Vextis who had taken Kat seriously about not being referred to in any form as “Captain”. She had always hated the title, had always hated the pomp and circumstance that had come with the title and, on more than one occasion, had become rather abusive to many who insisted in forcing her to accept all respect due to any captain. Alex, however, sometimes took it to the opposite extreme. But at least she knew that Alex was not being plastic in any interaction between them.

In a “time out” maneuver, Kat rolled the Nighthawk to port then to starboard. The bright flash to her left let her know that someone had been targeting her…someone she hadn't seen or felt. Her annoyance grew as she completed the barrel roll into a full loop and discovered Kala’s fighter near enough to have been the adversary. Kala too had peeled off, only her final objective would bring her to the Vextis where as Kat’s would take her towards the Krita.

“Alright Alex. Wha’s th’ huff?”

"Jim Kochanski just sent a very bizarre message. Something about being set upon by some “thing” called a Fiendish Thingie. "

“Well, send one back tellin’ ‘im t’put Chomja back on th’hairball meds. In case y’hadnae noticed, we’re in th’ middle o’ a trainin’ run.”

"Wait, Kat. Listen to this." Suddenly a strange voice came over her headset.

"Hey! I thought I told you not to call for help! Just for that the tour will last an extra ten minutes!"

“Tour? Wha’ th’…? Alright, Alex. Guess we’re shippin oot. We’ll b’docked in five, b’ready t’bail in six. I’ll git ahold o’Ry an’ see ifin he’s got th’same thin’ we hae.”

"Party. Cool. See ya topside."

She made a quick call to the other fighters as she headed for the docking bay of the Krita. Within seconds, the pirates fell in behind her and, well within the time limit, all were docked in the belly of the Krita. As she promised, she had called Ry and confirmed that Rah had also received the odd message from the Wookiee’s Fang. As always, she left it to her husband to decide if the Vextis would be involved or if they would just wait for the Krita to return. 