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Blood on the Water
Correlian Trade Spire - Bespin System
”Captain, we are leaving hyperspace!’’ the first mate cried out, as Captain Rand Xexil of the ’Brutalizer’, a Marauder-Class Frigate, stalked down the bridge. ”All crew to boarding corridors, ready the main guns and prepare to scramble the fighters.’’ the Captain commanded, a chorus of ’Yes Sir!’ in various languages rising from the deck.
Rand had been looking forward to this operation, a long time in the making, and had thus come prepared for a fight. At his hip rested his Vibro-Blade, an A1-9 Pistol at his side, a brace of four Sunspear Heavy Blasters across his chest, accompanied by a bandoleer of grenades, flash, smoke and frag. He wore a simple armour-weave body glove, and a Lifeline vest over the top of it, covered by his trademark red tunic, and helmet, complete with a HUD and multi-spectrum viewing.
With a jolt, the ’Brutalizer’ kicked out of Hyperspace, on the port side of the unarmed Czerka-Class Star Liner…
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”Captain, we appear to have a vessel in close proximity to our port side.’’ the stammering voice of midshipman Trad Uxul came over the communications suit. With an exasperated sigh, Captain Orsurup of Mon Cala rose from his bath, deep within his private quarters on the top deck of the star-liner, and dried himself off. ’’Understood Uxul, make ready the brid….’’ he was thrown to the floor by the force of several turbo-laser shots colliding with the side of the ship, an ion blast striking at the engines before the liner had time to react and raise its shields.
Dropping to all fours, the Captain padded over to the window, eyes wide with horror as he saw the vessel waylaying his retirement fund….current assignment. ”It’s the ’Brutalizer’ Sir! Orders?’’
Abandon Ship? Run? he contemplated, before casting his eyes to the ever disapproving picture of his father, the late Republic Admiral Orsurup. ”Prepare for boarding! Alert security and get the guests into the safe zones!’’ he shouted back, hurriedly scrabbling for his uniform and side arm.
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’’Their engines are disabled Captain, and our fighters have taken out their communications array for the moment at least.’’ the ever grovelling voice of his first mate informed him. With a nod, Rand placed on his gloves, each finger adorned with a spike like vibroblade three inches long, and picked up his Percussion Cannon. ’’Very good, you have the bridge. Get us to boarding position, and keep the fighters on the lookout for incoming vessels.’’ he commanded, stalking off the bridge no sooner than he had arrived.
Walking to his boarding corridor as the door opened, allowing him and his crew access to the liner, he was handed a comms unit, patched into the Captain of the invaded vessel. ”Captain. This is the Jagged Claw, surrender yourself and your ship, or we shall take it from you.’’ he snarled. There was no reply.
’’Kill those who resist, take the others to the hold. Leave the Captain to me.’’ he said, nonchalantly to his crew, who with a chorus of howls, loped off into the vessels depths as the Captain and his entourage made their way to the bridge.