Recent content by Hyara Hemstagon

@Darth Fauste The Buzzards circled over the wreckage, perhaps in search of any other lifesign discovered in the labyrinth of dead engines and charred cadavers laid bare on the surface of the desolate moon. Some hundred meters above the rocky soil, the Imvonvol levitated in the airless...

The rather loud engines of the Buzzards gradually became audible from the crash site, as the two groups of three flied over the wreckage in low speed, all with strong searchlights turned towards the debris. The Athysian starfighters were archaic in design, with their malfunctioning patched...

@Darth Fauste The Imvonvol glided in the orbit of the rogue moon, until her engines were silenced. The gravitational pull being sufficient in the la grange point, the destroyer begun orbiting the moon without need of propulsion. Most of her power was cut, allowing the crew to save energy as...

@Darth Fauste The Weequay stepped on narrow hangar deck, now quaking by the cacophony of loud, rust-infested starfighters. Their engines, as crude and archaic as their mothership, sparked in fiery life. The Weequay, unphased by the noise and spiking heat of the burning fuels, reached for his...

@Darth Fauste The Imvonvol spinned as she manuveured through the closing grip of the SS Dogma, SS Machiavellian and SS Nihilist, dodging the punishing barrages from the hulking, in comparison, warships, while her shields flickered in instability, overstressed by the weight of fire. Relentless...

@Darth Fauste "COME AND TASTE IT, SAVAGES!" Hyara screamed, giving in to the ecstasy provided by the engagement. As the first bursts of enemy fire beamed across the void, the Imvonvol spinned around its axis, following a spiraling route inbetween the Migrant Fleet's vanguard warships...

@Darth Fauste The Athysian destroyers increased their speed, breaking their formation as they did. Spiraling around the void and following fast, disordered routes, they remained distant from to the Starborn battlegroup. The energy signals coming from the four tips mounted on their forecastles...

"GET THE CANNONS READY!" The Weequay roared as he paced down the narrow deck of the ship. Chains shinked as the musclar alien corsair pulled, causing the chain-wrapped munition crate to ascend from the lower deck, through the square hatch. As soon as it reached the deck's level, the ill-geared...

The large Weequay's muscles stretched as he pulled down the chain that lifted the munition crate from the lower deck, as his cybernetic leg was exposed from the short-cut work pants worn without shirt, demonstrating the several chaotic alien tattoos that dressed his torso and arms. The stench of...