- Genres
- Fantasy Romance, Scifi
It had been about three month since Captain Arthus had last stopped at Tortoniga. He had picked up a few new crew mates since then. Each had their own reason for participating in the life of a pirate, and each had their own views on what they were doing. By this time, everyone had gotten to know each other, though that didn't mean everyone was particularly fond of each other. Captain Arthus remained at the helm, writing his logs as they flew through the vast sea of stars. They were on their way back to Tortoniga, after the most recent run in with the Federation. They had stopped a supply run, and raided it's goods for their own usage. Of course, they could only take so much within their moderately sized craft. Though things took a strange turn for them on that day.
A message. A cry for help. Or what was likely supposed to be one. All they could hear was a ringing, and a voice speak. It was hollow and robotic. Then whimpers. A man who was terrified for their life. There sat the crew, all had heard the ominous cry for help. Captain Arthus had it's signal tracked, finding where it was located, though soon after, the signal vanished. Something did not want that message to be heard. Well unfortunately for them, they already knew something was up. Arthus showed excitement, seeing this as a chance to learn something valuable about the Federation, or even just a chance at free loot.
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Jeremiah stood just below the Captain's perch. He had heard the message just as all the others. It gave him a bad feeling, but as usual, he trusted the Captain's judgement. The ship went flying through space at high speeds, finally reaching the FS Eclipse. An old war ship. It was perhaps twice the size of Dark Summit. There seemed to be no external damage outside of it, and all the power sources seemed to be online. So what had happened to it. The ship was docked, and the Captain called upon his men.
"Right men, listen well. This here is the FS Eclipse. You all heard that transmission, and are likely aware of the dangers. As always, I'll be headin' on board. I'm not requirin' any of you to join me inside. After all, not all of you are trained for combat. But you all keep your Coms open, Ya hear? We may need to get flying at a moment's notice. So all who are coming, get your suits on. Something foul lurks inside. Find out anything you can about the attack, and grab anything that might prove useful. All clear?!"
"Aye Aye Sir!"
Jeremiah spoke from his spot. He grabbed his gear from the docking bay, and had slipped into his suit. His helmet was in his hand, and strapped to his hip was a Standard Issue Federation Blaster, while strapped to his back he had an assault rifle, in case things got hairy. It was now for the rest of the crew to decide. After all, whatever was there seemed to have caused quite the predicament for the crew of the FS Eclipse. Jeremiah knew in the back of his mind that whatever they found would change things forever. After all as soon as they boarded it would be
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