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AlphaZero
Dracula's not an Avenger? That lying fuck!
- Joined
- Aug 4, 2013
"One hundred and twenty seconds til target." A computerized voice squawked over the ship wide intercom of the former Federation battle cruiser Schattenjäger, the report drawing a grin to spread across the lips of ship's Captain. Nick Sharpe turned on the heels of his boots, the deep blue long coat he wore flaring out around him. "You here the computer ladies!" he barked at his bridge crew, "We've got two minutes until we're right on top of the Arcadia, prepare to drop out of Slip Space. Fire control, ready the anchor lines!"
At only twenty eight years Nick was in command of the most advanced war ship ever created, the only ship to be able to make pin point Sub Space jumps, to be able to stop on a dime from the fastest speed imaginable. Not only that but the ship was completely invisible to any sensor systems. These attributes made it the most effective pirate vessel ever and earned Nick and his crew at the top of the Federation's most wanted list.
The Captain stood just over six feet tall, with broad shoulders that where well framed by the tailored overcoat he wore. The flaming wolf's that was his mark emblazoned on the back of coat. A shaggy head of sandy colored hair hung midway down his neck, dusting the top of his coat's collar.
"Ninety seconds till target" the computer announced.
Nick lifted a handset from the console in front of him and spoke into it, "Raid teams, this is the Captain, double check the seals on your hard suits, lock and load. In ninety seconds we're gonna give Arcadia what for!" Blue eyes shimmered and he swung around, "Cred, you have the bridge!" he bellowed, striding away to the decks bellow at a brisk pace. He knew he could make it down to the bays where the boarding party waited in seventy five seconds if he rushed, more than enough time to make it before the fun started.
"Sixty seconds till target."
Nick pulled a pair of gloves from his belt, tugging them on without breaking stride. The Arcadia would never know what hit them. A deep thud sound echoed through the ship, the superstructure shaking as the port side gunnery hatches opened, exposing the dock hooks.
"Thirty seconds till target. Twenty nine, twenty eight...."
The door to the air lock slid open and the Captain was greeted by the sight of an armored contingent of crew, sealed in hard suits. Someone handed him a rifle which he proceeded to check over.
Schattenjäger dropped out of Sub Space, pulling in right beside the Federation Frigate Arcadia. The docking anchors fired, burrowing into the side of Arcadia, steel cables going taunt and pulling the two ships close together, the boarding ramp extending towards the Frigate. The smell of burning ozone filled the small cabin as the ramps plasma cutters burned through the hull, a hole big enough to let the troopers in falling away.
A wolfish grin on his face Nick turned to address his crew, "A'ight ya mangy wolves, lets take 'em for all they've got it. Anyone surrender's let live, anyone fights back, put 'em down!"
At only twenty eight years Nick was in command of the most advanced war ship ever created, the only ship to be able to make pin point Sub Space jumps, to be able to stop on a dime from the fastest speed imaginable. Not only that but the ship was completely invisible to any sensor systems. These attributes made it the most effective pirate vessel ever and earned Nick and his crew at the top of the Federation's most wanted list.
The Captain stood just over six feet tall, with broad shoulders that where well framed by the tailored overcoat he wore. The flaming wolf's that was his mark emblazoned on the back of coat. A shaggy head of sandy colored hair hung midway down his neck, dusting the top of his coat's collar.
"Ninety seconds till target" the computer announced.
Nick lifted a handset from the console in front of him and spoke into it, "Raid teams, this is the Captain, double check the seals on your hard suits, lock and load. In ninety seconds we're gonna give Arcadia what for!" Blue eyes shimmered and he swung around, "Cred, you have the bridge!" he bellowed, striding away to the decks bellow at a brisk pace. He knew he could make it down to the bays where the boarding party waited in seventy five seconds if he rushed, more than enough time to make it before the fun started.
"Sixty seconds till target."
Nick pulled a pair of gloves from his belt, tugging them on without breaking stride. The Arcadia would never know what hit them. A deep thud sound echoed through the ship, the superstructure shaking as the port side gunnery hatches opened, exposing the dock hooks.
"Thirty seconds till target. Twenty nine, twenty eight...."
The door to the air lock slid open and the Captain was greeted by the sight of an armored contingent of crew, sealed in hard suits. Someone handed him a rifle which he proceeded to check over.
Schattenjäger dropped out of Sub Space, pulling in right beside the Federation Frigate Arcadia. The docking anchors fired, burrowing into the side of Arcadia, steel cables going taunt and pulling the two ships close together, the boarding ramp extending towards the Frigate. The smell of burning ozone filled the small cabin as the ramps plasma cutters burned through the hull, a hole big enough to let the troopers in falling away.
A wolfish grin on his face Nick turned to address his crew, "A'ight ya mangy wolves, lets take 'em for all they've got it. Anyone surrender's let live, anyone fights back, put 'em down!"