Post by riley on Oct 4, 2010 19:38:38 GMT -5
There was no sound in space, but if there had been, Zorban the noctra was sure he would have heard sirens following him. He had just pulled off a nice raid, but it had been a close shave, and the galactic enforcers were still on his trail. And a more obvious trail he couldn't have laid!
There was no ship like his within several thousand lightyears, as far as he knew. He had stolen the old-fashioned ship ages ago from a museum. It was so old, in its day it had been used to traverse water instead of galaxies! It was definitely a precious antique- a precious, modded antique. Zorban, self-proclaimed scourge of the galaxy, had added thrusters, all manner of weapons, solar sails, and various other black-market ship goods. The Aurora (as his ship was named) was just as good as any criminal's transport- but far more stylish.
Bright jets of red light shot past him, missing the mast by inches and searing several grapefruit-sized holes in the canvas of the solar-energy-collecting sails. Zorban gave a roar of rage. "Ye blasted maggot-eaters!" He bellowed, able to hear his own voice because of the artificial atmosphere that surrounded his ship at all times. "That'll cost me a third o' what I just stole, that will!" He turned the ship sharply and jammed a large yellow button at the center of the steering wheel. In an explosion of color The Aurora shot forward like a rocket, moving at warp speed.
He needed a place to lay low for a while, somewhere he wouldn't easily be seen, a place where he could- wait! There! It was perfect! Zorban maneuvered his ship easily toward the haven he had spotted, decreasing so greatly in speed he seemed to pop into existence on the planet's craggy surface. He grabbed a rail line and shimmied down the side of The Aurora, landing with a metallic clunk on the ground. He took an experimental breath; the air was breathable, good. At the touch of a button his ship shimmered briefly for a moment before appearing to vanish. It had cost him a fortune to install the cloaking device, but it was well worth it.
Zorban grumbled angrily as he rubbed his grubby claws along the right side of his face. Unlike much of his body, which was covered in matted red fur, the right side of his face gleamed with cheap, greasy metal. In fact, most of the right side of his body seemed to be mechanical; his ear, arm, part of his side, his leg, and foot were all clicking and whirring as the gears and gyros within them moved. Sparking wires were sticking at odd angles from the hole in the metal on his face. A cyborg eye had resided there mere hours earlier, but had been lost in his latest heist. After taking out the cost of repairs and replacing his eye, Zorban doubted he had skimmed much profit from his theft. No matter, there was always a goodly amount of plunder to be had in the galaxy, and he was just the noctra to get it.
There was no ship like his within several thousand lightyears, as far as he knew. He had stolen the old-fashioned ship ages ago from a museum. It was so old, in its day it had been used to traverse water instead of galaxies! It was definitely a precious antique- a precious, modded antique. Zorban, self-proclaimed scourge of the galaxy, had added thrusters, all manner of weapons, solar sails, and various other black-market ship goods. The Aurora (as his ship was named) was just as good as any criminal's transport- but far more stylish.
Bright jets of red light shot past him, missing the mast by inches and searing several grapefruit-sized holes in the canvas of the solar-energy-collecting sails. Zorban gave a roar of rage. "Ye blasted maggot-eaters!" He bellowed, able to hear his own voice because of the artificial atmosphere that surrounded his ship at all times. "That'll cost me a third o' what I just stole, that will!" He turned the ship sharply and jammed a large yellow button at the center of the steering wheel. In an explosion of color The Aurora shot forward like a rocket, moving at warp speed.
He needed a place to lay low for a while, somewhere he wouldn't easily be seen, a place where he could- wait! There! It was perfect! Zorban maneuvered his ship easily toward the haven he had spotted, decreasing so greatly in speed he seemed to pop into existence on the planet's craggy surface. He grabbed a rail line and shimmied down the side of The Aurora, landing with a metallic clunk on the ground. He took an experimental breath; the air was breathable, good. At the touch of a button his ship shimmered briefly for a moment before appearing to vanish. It had cost him a fortune to install the cloaking device, but it was well worth it.
Zorban grumbled angrily as he rubbed his grubby claws along the right side of his face. Unlike much of his body, which was covered in matted red fur, the right side of his face gleamed with cheap, greasy metal. In fact, most of the right side of his body seemed to be mechanical; his ear, arm, part of his side, his leg, and foot were all clicking and whirring as the gears and gyros within them moved. Sparking wires were sticking at odd angles from the hole in the metal on his face. A cyborg eye had resided there mere hours earlier, but had been lost in his latest heist. After taking out the cost of repairs and replacing his eye, Zorban doubted he had skimmed much profit from his theft. No matter, there was always a goodly amount of plunder to be had in the galaxy, and he was just the noctra to get it.
