Vandesdelca
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In a far away future, somewhere outside of the Venture Cluster...
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How The Mighty Fall (Vandesdelca & InsertNameHere)
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- Oct 29, 2010
"What the fuck is this?" asked the tall athletic woman known as Captain Hella. Her real name was Hellena Krieger and she commanded a crew of pirates on a spaceship she titled the Lioness.
She had quite a rep among the Alliance. Enough to be called a calamity by most officers from the military.
About an hour ago, the Lioness managed to board a military cruiser that thought it could hunt them. A battle followed, one that lasted a bit longer than usual thought Hellena.
They seemed prepared with relevant counter measures and booby traps.
They still managed a victory and Hellena broke her share of bones and burned quite a few heads too with well placed laser shots.
She rampaged her way to the command center and kicked their captain into submission.
That meant he ended up naked and tied up and dangerously held over the evacuation system.
This was were she liked to have her defeated enemies questionned. With their own crew tied and naked too to watch.
This was her guilty pleasure. Scavenging their ship and sending it back to their HQ, wherever it was, naked and weaponless. She coudl only imagine the face on their welcome commity.
The only one she would almost always kill after their surrender was the captain. She had no love or mercy for higher ranked officers.
This time, she had her tech guys take a look at the military ship's black box and files. She felt something was wrong and this was why she turned from worried to pissed off.
It seemed the Alliance decided to fund a black op corp dedicated to hunting space pirates.
She knew piracy would always put them at odds with the alliance, she wasn't naive, but she hated how they made it a priority somehow. Some planets had fallen to civil war, others were starving or about to be burned by their own stars, scavengers and pillagers were roaming the galaxy and literally dealing in slave trades and starving off colonists and what were they doing? Putting a ridiculously high sum of money into a military operation to hunt ships that mostly chose to stay away from any kind of civilized territory, safe for spaceports that mostly fell outside of any kind of juridisction.
It probably explained why Captain Derreck of the Korrigans had been captured. The rumors said a whole fleet tracked him until he exhausted his fuel.
No one answered her question but she didn't need any answered. She could read it in the captured captain's eyes.
So, she turned to her crew, her combat suits stained with blood and standing tall above 6", "salvage whatever we need. Their files too. Then send them back on autopilot to the furthest known colony from this quadrant. Then destroy the pilot command." She then look at the captain in particular and said "and let this fucker explode into the void".
After that she looked at the one she now called her personnal servant and, sometimes, advisor. A captain she defeated about two years ago that she chose to keep as a reminder to anyone who'd choose to cross her.
She also used his military expertise to get insider informations on their usual tactics and some secrets.
"follow me boy!". And she walked away, without looking back.
She went straight to her cabin. The captain's quarter. There she took a deep breath to calm herself and took off the upper parts of her battle suit, throwing them on her bed, knowing her personnal pet would put that in order later.
She took off the gloves and the parts covering her arms too and only kept the lower parts covering her legs.
Under the armor, she only wore a black top revealing her naked shoulders as well as tracing the shape of her proportionnate breasts.
She was the opposite of a bimbo. Tall, athletic, she radiated power and charisma.
As she sat into her favorite chair, she snapped her finger in direction of her liquor cabinet, indicating she expected to be served a drink and openned a hollow screen to study the files they gathered from the military cruiser.
Once the man had served her her drink, she said "make them shine" talking about her boots "we have to talk".
Without looking down at him she began "you don't organize a witch hunt like that in a day. How long as it been on the military's schedule? Whose initiative is it? You must have heard of it even before I made you mine pet!"
Her words were not kind but she spoke calmly nonetheless. Which was probably more frightenning.
She didn't hate the man she took as her servant and she more or less treated him correctly. She never hurt him for the pelasure of it for example.
But she always made sure he knew his place too. There was her crew and then there was anyone else. He, was in a place somewhere in the middle. He was her property, so she cared for him but he wasn't part of her crew either. He had been an enemy and she spared his life in exchange of taking full control of it.
She had quite a rep among the Alliance. Enough to be called a calamity by most officers from the military.
About an hour ago, the Lioness managed to board a military cruiser that thought it could hunt them. A battle followed, one that lasted a bit longer than usual thought Hellena.
They seemed prepared with relevant counter measures and booby traps.
They still managed a victory and Hellena broke her share of bones and burned quite a few heads too with well placed laser shots.
She rampaged her way to the command center and kicked their captain into submission.
That meant he ended up naked and tied up and dangerously held over the evacuation system.
This was were she liked to have her defeated enemies questionned. With their own crew tied and naked too to watch.
This was her guilty pleasure. Scavenging their ship and sending it back to their HQ, wherever it was, naked and weaponless. She coudl only imagine the face on their welcome commity.
The only one she would almost always kill after their surrender was the captain. She had no love or mercy for higher ranked officers.
This time, she had her tech guys take a look at the military ship's black box and files. She felt something was wrong and this was why she turned from worried to pissed off.
It seemed the Alliance decided to fund a black op corp dedicated to hunting space pirates.
She knew piracy would always put them at odds with the alliance, she wasn't naive, but she hated how they made it a priority somehow. Some planets had fallen to civil war, others were starving or about to be burned by their own stars, scavengers and pillagers were roaming the galaxy and literally dealing in slave trades and starving off colonists and what were they doing? Putting a ridiculously high sum of money into a military operation to hunt ships that mostly chose to stay away from any kind of civilized territory, safe for spaceports that mostly fell outside of any kind of juridisction.
It probably explained why Captain Derreck of the Korrigans had been captured. The rumors said a whole fleet tracked him until he exhausted his fuel.
No one answered her question but she didn't need any answered. She could read it in the captured captain's eyes.
So, she turned to her crew, her combat suits stained with blood and standing tall above 6", "salvage whatever we need. Their files too. Then send them back on autopilot to the furthest known colony from this quadrant. Then destroy the pilot command." She then look at the captain in particular and said "and let this fucker explode into the void".
After that she looked at the one she now called her personnal servant and, sometimes, advisor. A captain she defeated about two years ago that she chose to keep as a reminder to anyone who'd choose to cross her.
She also used his military expertise to get insider informations on their usual tactics and some secrets.
"follow me boy!". And she walked away, without looking back.
She went straight to her cabin. The captain's quarter. There she took a deep breath to calm herself and took off the upper parts of her battle suit, throwing them on her bed, knowing her personnal pet would put that in order later.
She took off the gloves and the parts covering her arms too and only kept the lower parts covering her legs.
Under the armor, she only wore a black top revealing her naked shoulders as well as tracing the shape of her proportionnate breasts.
She was the opposite of a bimbo. Tall, athletic, she radiated power and charisma.
As she sat into her favorite chair, she snapped her finger in direction of her liquor cabinet, indicating she expected to be served a drink and openned a hollow screen to study the files they gathered from the military cruiser.
Once the man had served her her drink, she said "make them shine" talking about her boots "we have to talk".
Without looking down at him she began "you don't organize a witch hunt like that in a day. How long as it been on the military's schedule? Whose initiative is it? You must have heard of it even before I made you mine pet!"
Her words were not kind but she spoke calmly nonetheless. Which was probably more frightenning.
She didn't hate the man she took as her servant and she more or less treated him correctly. She never hurt him for the pelasure of it for example.
But she always made sure he knew his place too. There was her crew and then there was anyone else. He, was in a place somewhere in the middle. He was her property, so she cared for him but he wasn't part of her crew either. He had been an enemy and she spared his life in exchange of taking full control of it.