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Wing commander privateer sensors
Wing commander privateer sensors







wing commander privateer sensors

He's got the Paradigm sitting like a lump when he should be doing evasives." Migo's a good engineer, but he doesn't know crap about space combat. It'll take an hour or two to reach him, but the slug'll pass right through his shields and turn the son of a bitch into a puddle. A quick vibration thumped through the ship. "I think Migo might have something to say about that," Lissa pointed out. "We'll grab it and jump out before they get here." Mims assured her. "We're kind of screwed if the Vrrl blow it up." "Don't we need the Paradigm?" Lissa asked. They'll grab a capitol ship or two and come back for the Paradigm." These guys are just a small part of a bigger raid. My guess is there's a big warpack the next sector over. "Shouldn't we do something about the Vrrl heading our way?" "You were warned." Mims switched off the comm. You been a good customer and I know it ain't right. "I'm sorry it's gotta be that way, human. I'm staying right here til the Vrrl are gone, and if you come anywhere near me I'll blast you out of the sky." He sighed. "With one little ship? I know you're good, Mims, but nobody's that good. "If you don't return my property right now," Mims warned. I got four hundred people on that shipyard, Mims. "The Paradigm's the only thing keeping the Vrrl away. "If I don't stop them from the leaving the system, they'll come back with bigger ships and do that anyway," Mims told him. "You'd jump out the system and let the Vrrl eat me." "Migo, if you want my help, you need to give me control of the Paradigm." "Acknowledged." The Captain hailed Migo again. Yvian calculated they would enter firing range in thirty nine minutes. They were moving at well over thirty kilometers a second and still accelerating. The shipyard was small compared to the one at Milvari, a mere forty kilometers at its widest.Ī third Vrrl fighter wing was headed towards the Random Encounter. It stood motionless guard a few kilometers from a shipyard. The only other Confederation vessel was the Paradigm Shift. Vrrl in voidarmor prowled though the debris in small groups, retrieving corpses and the occasional survivor in a voidsuit. Two small wings of Vrrl fighters moved among the wreckage. The remains of dozens of ships was scattered through the sector. They're running to find a bigger ship to kill you with."

wing commander privateer sensors

"They're not running because they're scared. "If you'd let the Vrrl go after they broke off their attack, they'd just look for easier prey. "In time for what?" Migo's voice was starting to sound a little higher, again. "You better hope we get there in time, Migo." "Initiating Jump," Mims put on his helmet. I can't let those three-eyed pricks get away unscathed after all that, now can I?" "They attacked my station, didn't they? Killed my security fleet, scrapsuckers that they were. "Did you fire on the Vrrl after they turned to leave?" I thought you were crazy to throw beam weapons on a carrier, but they sure worked a treat." "They tried to run, all right," Migo had calmed a little at the human's businesslike tone. "Are the Vrrl still there, or did they run off when you brought out the Paradigm?" "They ran the second the Vrrl showed up, the scrapsuckers," Migo cursed. "You brought out the Paradigm Shift for nine fighters?" Mims scoffed. There's a couple other groups out there, but they're going after freighters and such."

wing commander privateer sensors

"Are we talking fighters or capitol ships?" The Vrrl prided themselves as the Apex hunters of the verse, Sapient bipeds were their prey of choice. Their three eyes almost never blinked, and their cruel fangs were built for the rending of flesh and the crushing of vertebrae. Their facial features were reminiscent of a picture Mims had hung up in his quarters, of a creature called a Kittycat, but their features were heavier, meaner. Each appendage was tipped with wicked curved claws. They stood upright like pixens, but the Vrrl had four arms, one set larger than the other. Humans were feared and hated the most, but the savage Vrrl were not far behind. In the lore of the Confed, there were three species feared by all.









Wing commander privateer sensors