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In black timespace, in the very ether of our universe, out here in blessed space, it was....like a feel in good force as if it were another kind of light.
Space....
The final frontier.....
Who can ever think of what goes in the vast Black Sea? One cannot help but wonder....
“Alright everyone, you know the drill. Prepare to jump to hyperspace soon.” Rexy said, sitting in the command center of the giant cruiser ship. “Ugh, you got anything Dimirti?!”
“Yes, lots of wires and a dumbass captin.” A voice retorted, to which earned a huff from Rexy. Other species of Aliens made him want to murder sometimes.
“Wait. Stop.”
Rexy looks over to find Amon with a holographic board on the wall. “I found something....”
“What is it?”
“I.... I don’t know yet.... let me see what it is...” Amon’s fingers glide over the keyboards at a inhumane pace.
In space, no one can hear you scream.
In fact, they couldn't hear anything. The western corner of the Ahkaten system was quiet, bar the tiny "beep... beep... beep". A pulse. A signal, being emitted from a lonely Skekhalian ship. Even just one ship, a sight that instills fear into most of the universe.
It was damaged though..
The interior was dark. Metal walls cold. Hallways black with darkness, but the ship hummed with life. One room was lit up ever so slightly, and a very dangerous creature lay asleep.
More dangerous than normal.
The message being emitted was obviously in Skekhalian, though whoever was emitting it had allowed it to be able to be translated.
Clearly this was a message they wanted everything to be able to understand.
Dimirti looks up at the flashing lights. “Oh so it’s actually intelligent. Good, good.” Amon however started to panic. “Umm... uhh....” He bit his lip as he began to bring up the message that was brought to them. Dimirti however had other ideas as he went further into the ship....
“Dimirti!!!!”
“Bitch, I can breath in space. I’m not intimidated by a bunch of wannabe warlords!” Dimirti retorted, finding himself..... who knows where. But he was very determined to find out what this special cargo was.
“Oh for gods sake...” Rexy rolls his eyes. “Can you get that thing to stop?”
“Let’s see what I can do... but first..” Amon followed Dimirti to the left. “See what else you can find here Rex!”
Rexy rolls his eyes, getting what could be considered a shield out to then head to the right... hopefully he’ll find something.
After walking around with his shield up, Rexy soon bumped into.... something-he looked to see it was a mere wall...
“Dead, end.” Rexy said, now turning back.
“Oh-Ho! Look what we have here!!” Dimirti grinned in satisfaction as he came across a large metal door. He cracked his knuckles and began to pry it open. Amon simply facepalmed. “For fucks sake Dimirti.....”
Normally a ship like this would be manned by a crew of four. But it wasn't. Only one body lay still in a cryopod.
The room was dark, but when it sensed life it light up. Lycan laid still, her cryopod dark. One couldn't see through it.
The computer spoke up again, "Cease, do not enter. Damaging Skekhali property is an offence punishable by death, by order 326 of the Shadow Proclamtion."
“Yeah ok Mr Computer.” Dimirti said sarcastically, still holding his lance as he was about to hurl it at the computer. Amon however put a hand on his shoulder.
“Enough.” Amon growls, bumping past him as he went over to the computer. “I’ll handle this.... let’s see what’s on this ship that’s so important...” He cracked his knuckles, readying his fingers. His fingers practically dancing on the keyboard as he tried to find out what was this special cargo, and why it’s so important.
But most importantly.... what else is on the ship.
“Hey Guys! There was a dead end where I went to so-“ Rexy stopped immediately when he saw the chamber. “Damn.... what.... what is this...?”
“I don’t know. The tech wizard here is trying to find out.” Dimirti said.
“You think they were.... attacked by.... you know...” Rexy trails off.
“There would have been nothing left of this ship or anything on it had that been the case”. Amon cuts him off with an answer. “Something else must’ve happened to it.”
"Your aggressive tone has been noted. Please remember, if you disturb any of the lifeforms/cargo on this ship, your death will be...." it was calculating "65% more painful."
The cryopod holding said lifeform lit up. A medical file of sort projected on its front. Skekhali have three hearts. They can be given away and replaced but three hearts nontheless. A heartbeat of three hearts was displayed on the pod.
Along with a second one. Two heartbeats.. one cryopod.
And there she lay, second in command of the entire Skekhali empire. The scars across her face said so. Her long hair indicated her importance. She lay still. Normally the computer would have woken her up, but it didn't.
The computer spoke again. "I repeat, do not disturb the life forms/cargo, or your death will be 65% more painful."
“Huh, funny.... this thing has three hearts. Hey Rexy! You should be best buddies with them!” Dimirti smirks and looks at Rexy. “I only have two. Not three damn it.”
“Wait but if there’s three hearts... why are there only two heartbeats...?” Amon trails off, he had a theory but he needed to confirm it.
Dimirti looked over his shoulder to Amon, watching the brainiac go to work. “What are you doing?”
“I think I might know what the special cargo is. I just need confirmation on it.” Amon said, now tapping away at the keyboard to check the status and location of the second heartbeat.
“Wait, do you think one heart could be off sync or something?” Rexy suggested.
“Or something deeper then that..” Amon replies.
The files were in Skekhalian. The computer didn't want them to be able to translate it, but it was broken. The words kept fizzing in and out of Skekhalian and English.
"Deep Spacer 4093. Current journey: From the Rings of Ahkaten and back to Skekhalmaria. Authorised passengers: 2. Identities: One adult female, one fetus. Cargo: one fetus.
!WARNING. THIS SHIP IS A CODE LEVEL 7, EXTREMELY IMPORTANT CARGO. TO BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS!"
“And that confirms my theory.” Amon then turns to the others. “She’s pregnant.”
“Oh so what? Are we going to throw a baby shower now?” Dimirti said sarcastically. Amon scrunched up his lips. “What my main concern is if the fetus or the female in question is infected.”
“If she is pregnant, why the hell is she out here and doing things? She should be taking care of herself and the baby.” Rexy states.
“Because the Skekhalian, must like Dimirti’s race, have what could be called ‘summit fever’. The lot... all of them.” Amon replies. “They aren’t the most dangerous things you can encounter around here. But that doesn’t mean they slack off.”
Dimirti smirks and shook his head. “Why would you compare me to a bunch of wannabe warlords.”
“Because, Dimirti. The very actions you, and they take-fuel that of the Galaxy Eater.” Amon said. “Conflict, war, all of it.”
“Well then what should we do with the knocked up war chimp here then?” Dimirti asked.
Both Dimirti and Amon looked at Rexy.
“....... we can’t hurt them.” Rexy said. “We just can’t. But other then that..... I’m not sure if it’s a wise idea to awaken her.”
"Awakening cryopod."
The computer had interpreted Rex's sentence as a command. The cryopod hissed, and its lid split in half, opening up through the middle.
The skekhali woman was now open to the air. She was in her amour, as nearly always. Her tail flicked, and her eyes fluttered. She was beginning to wake.
In black timespace, in the very ether of our universe, out here in blessed space, it was....like a feel in good force as if it were another kind of light.
Space....
The final frontier.....
Who can ever think of what goes in the vast Black Sea? One cannot help but wonder....
“Alright everyone, you know the drill. Prepare to jump to hyperspace soon.” Rexy said, sitting in the command center of the giant cruiser ship. “Ugh, you got anything Dimirti?!”
“Yes, lots of wires and a dumbass captin.” A voice retorted, to which earned a huff from Rexy. Other species of Aliens made him want to murder sometimes.
“Wait. Stop.”
Rexy looks over to find Amon with a holographic board on the wall. “I found something....”
“What is it?”
“I.... I don’t know yet.... let me see what it is...” Amon’s fingers glide over the keyboards at a inhumane pace.
In space, no one can hear you scream.
In fact, they couldn't hear anything. The western corner of the Ahkaten system was quiet, bar the tiny "beep... beep... beep". A pulse. A signal, being emitted from a lonely Skekhalian ship. Even just one ship, a sight that instills fear into most of the universe.
It was damaged though..
The interior was dark. Metal walls cold. Hallways black with darkness, but the ship hummed with life. One room was lit up ever so slightly, and a very dangerous creature lay asleep.
More dangerous than normal.
The message being emitted was obviously in Skekhalian, though whoever was emitting it had allowed it to be able to be translated.
Clearly this was a message they wanted everything to be able to understand.
Dimirti looks up at the flashing lights. “Oh so it’s actually intelligent. Good, good.” Amon however started to panic. “Umm... uhh....” He bit his lip as he began to bring up the message that was brought to them. Dimirti however had other ideas as he went further into the ship....
“Dimirti!!!!”
“Bitch, I can breath in space. I’m not intimidated by a bunch of wannabe warlords!” Dimirti retorted, finding himself..... who knows where. But he was very determined to find out what this special cargo was.
“Oh for gods sake...” Rexy rolls his eyes. “Can you get that thing to stop?”
“Let’s see what I can do... but first..” Amon followed Dimirti to the left. “See what else you can find here Rex!”
Rexy rolls his eyes, getting what could be considered a shield out to then head to the right... hopefully he’ll find something.
After walking around with his shield up, Rexy soon bumped into.... something-he looked to see it was a mere wall...
“Dead, end.” Rexy said, now turning back.
“Oh-Ho! Look what we have here!!” Dimirti grinned in satisfaction as he came across a large metal door. He cracked his knuckles and began to pry it open. Amon simply facepalmed. “For fucks sake Dimirti.....”
Normally a ship like this would be manned by a crew of four. But it wasn't. Only one body lay still in a cryopod.
The room was dark, but when it sensed life it light up. Lycan laid still, her cryopod dark. One couldn't see through it.
The computer spoke up again, "Cease, do not enter. Damaging Skekhali property is an offence punishable by death, by order 326 of the Shadow Proclamtion."
“Yeah ok Mr Computer.” Dimirti said sarcastically, still holding his lance as he was about to hurl it at the computer. Amon however put a hand on his shoulder.
“Enough.” Amon growls, bumping past him as he went over to the computer. “I’ll handle this.... let’s see what’s on this ship that’s so important...” He cracked his knuckles, readying his fingers. His fingers practically dancing on the keyboard as he tried to find out what was this special cargo, and why it’s so important.
But most importantly.... what else is on the ship.
“Hey Guys! There was a dead end where I went to so-“ Rexy stopped immediately when he saw the chamber. “Damn.... what.... what is this...?”
“I don’t know. The tech wizard here is trying to find out.” Dimirti said.
“You think they were.... attacked by.... you know...” Rexy trails off.
“There would have been nothing left of this ship or anything on it had that been the case”. Amon cuts him off with an answer. “Something else must’ve happened to it.”
"Your aggressive tone has been noted. Please remember, if you disturb any of the lifeforms/cargo on this ship, your death will be...." it was calculating "65% more painful."
The cryopod holding said lifeform lit up. A medical file of sort projected on its front. Skekhali have three hearts. They can be given away and replaced but three hearts nontheless. A heartbeat of three hearts was displayed on the pod.
Along with a second one. Two heartbeats.. one cryopod.
And there she lay, second in command of the entire Skekhali empire. The scars across her face said so. Her long hair indicated her importance. She lay still. Normally the computer would have woken her up, but it didn't.
The computer spoke again. "I repeat, do not disturb the life forms/cargo, or your death will be 65% more painful."
“Huh, funny.... this thing has three hearts. Hey Rexy! You should be best buddies with them!” Dimirti smirks and looks at Rexy. “I only have two. Not three damn it.”
“Wait but if there’s three hearts... why are there only two heartbeats...?” Amon trails off, he had a theory but he needed to confirm it.
Dimirti looked over his shoulder to Amon, watching the brainiac go to work. “What are you doing?”
“I think I might know what the special cargo is. I just need confirmation on it.” Amon said, now tapping away at the keyboard to check the status and location of the second heartbeat.
“Wait, do you think one heart could be off sync or something?” Rexy suggested.
“Or something deeper then that..” Amon replies.
The files were in Skekhalian. The computer didn't want them to be able to translate it, but it was broken. The words kept fizzing in and out of Skekhalian and English.
"Deep Spacer 4093. Current journey: From the Rings of Ahkaten and back to Skekhalmaria. Authorised passengers: 2. Identities: One adult female, one fetus. Cargo: one fetus.
!WARNING. THIS SHIP IS A CODE LEVEL 7, EXTREMELY IMPORTANT CARGO. TO BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS!"
In black timespace, in the very ether of our universe, out here in blessed space, it was....like a feel in good force as if it were another kind of light.
Space....
The final frontier.....
Who can ever think of what goes in the vast Black Sea? One cannot help but wonder....
“Alright everyone, you know the drill. Prepare to jump to hyperspace soon.” Rexy said, sitting in the command center of the giant cruiser ship. “Ugh, you got anything Dimirti?!”
“Yes, lots of wires and a dumbass captin.” A voice retorted, to which earned a huff from Rexy. Other species of Aliens made him want to murder sometimes.
“Wait. Stop.”
Rexy looks over to find Amon with a holographic board on the wall. “I found something....”
“What is it?”
“I.... I don’t know yet.... let me see what it is...” Amon’s fingers glide over the keyboards at a inhumane pace.
In space, no one can hear you scream.
In fact, they couldn't hear anything. The western corner of the Ahkaten system was quiet, bar the tiny "beep... beep... beep". A pulse. A signal, being emitted from a lonely Skekhalian ship. Even just one ship, a sight that instills fear into most of the universe.
It was damaged though..
The interior was dark. Metal walls cold. Hallways black with darkness, but the ship hummed with life. One room was lit up ever so slightly, and a very dangerous creature lay asleep.
More dangerous than normal.
The message being emitted was obviously in Skekhalian, though whoever was emitting it had allowed it to be able to be translated.
Clearly this was a message they wanted everything to be able to understand.
Dimirti looks up at the flashing lights. “Oh so it’s actually intelligent. Good, good.” Amon however started to panic. “Umm... uhh....” He bit his lip as he began to bring up the message that was brought to them. Dimirti however had other ideas as he went further into the ship....
“Dimirti!!!!”
“Bitch, I can breath in space. I’m not intimidated by a bunch of wannabe warlords!” Dimirti retorted, finding himself..... who knows where. But he was very determined to find out what this special cargo was.
“Oh for gods sake...” Rexy rolls his eyes. “Can you get that thing to stop?”
“Let’s see what I can do... but first..” Amon followed Dimirti to the left. “See what else you can find here Rex!”
Rexy rolls his eyes, getting what could be considered a shield out to then head to the right... hopefully he’ll find something.
After walking around with his shield up, Rexy soon bumped into.... something-he looked to see it was a mere wall...
“Dead, end.” Rexy said, now turning back.
“Oh-Ho! Look what we have here!!” Dimirti grinned in satisfaction as he came across a large metal door. He cracked his knuckles and began to pry it open. Amon simply facepalmed. “For fucks sake Dimirti.....”
Normally a ship like this would be manned by a crew of four. But it wasn't. Only one body lay still in a cryopod.
The room was dark, but when it sensed life it light up. Lycan laid still, her cryopod dark. One couldn't see through it.
The computer spoke up again, "Cease, do not enter. Damaging Skekhali property is an offence punishable by death, by order 326 of the Shadow Proclamtion."
“Yeah ok Mr Computer.” Dimirti said sarcastically, still holding his lance as he was about to hurl it at the computer. Amon however put a hand on his shoulder.
“Enough.” Amon growls, bumping past him as he went over to the computer. “I’ll handle this.... let’s see what’s on this ship that’s so important...” He cracked his knuckles, readying his fingers. His fingers practically dancing on the keyboard as he tried to find out what was this special cargo, and why it’s so important.
But most importantly.... what else is on the ship.
“Hey Guys! There was a dead end where I went to so-“ Rexy stopped immediately when he saw the chamber. “Damn.... what.... what is this...?”
“I don’t know. The tech wizard here is trying to find out.” Dimirti said.
“You think they were.... attacked by.... you know...” Rexy trails off.
“There would have been nothing left of this ship or anything on it had that been the case”. Amon cuts him off with an answer. “Something else must’ve happened to it.”
"Your aggressive tone has been noted. Please remember, if you disturb any of the lifeforms/cargo on this ship, your death will be...." it was calculating "65% more painful."
The cryopod holding said lifeform lit up. A medical file of sort projected on its front. Skekhali have three hearts. They can be given away and replaced but three hearts nontheless. A heartbeat of three hearts was displayed on the pod.
Along with a second one. Two heartbeats.. one cryopod.
And there she lay, second in command of the entire Skekhali empire. The scars across her face said so. Her long hair indicated her importance. She lay still. Normally the computer would have woken her up, but it didn't.
The computer spoke again. "I repeat, do not disturb the life forms/cargo, or your death will be 65% more painful."
In black timespace, in the very ether of our universe, out here in blessed space, it was....like a feel in good force as if it were another kind of light.
Space....
The final frontier.....
Who can ever think of what goes in the vast Black Sea? One cannot help but wonder....
“Alright everyone, you know the drill. Prepare to jump to hyperspace soon.” Rexy said, sitting in the command center of the giant cruiser ship. “Ugh, you got anything Dimirti?!”
“Yes, lots of wires and a dumbass captin.” A voice retorted, to which earned a huff from Rexy. Other species of Aliens made him want to murder sometimes.
“Wait. Stop.”
Rexy looks over to find Amon with a holographic board on the wall. “I found something....”
“What is it?”
“I.... I don’t know yet.... let me see what it is...” Amon’s fingers glide over the keyboards at a inhumane pace.
In space, no one can hear you scream.
In fact, they couldn't hear anything. The western corner of the Ahkaten system was quiet, bar the tiny "beep... beep... beep". A pulse. A signal, being emitted from a lonely Skekhalian ship. Even just one ship, a sight that instills fear into most of the universe.
It was damaged though..
The interior was dark. Metal walls cold. Hallways black with darkness, but the ship hummed with life. One room was lit up ever so slightly, and a very dangerous creature lay asleep.
More dangerous than normal.
The message being emitted was obviously in Skekhalian, though whoever was emitting it had allowed it to be able to be translated.
Clearly this was a message they wanted everything to be able to understand.
Dimirti looks up at the flashing lights. “Oh so it’s actually intelligent. Good, good.” Amon however started to panic. “Umm... uhh....” He bit his lip as he began to bring up the message that was brought to them. Dimirti however had other ideas as he went further into the ship....
“Dimirti!!!!”
“Bitch, I can breath in space. I’m not intimidated by a bunch of wannabe warlords!” Dimirti retorted, finding himself..... who knows where. But he was very determined to find out what this special cargo was.
“Oh for gods sake...” Rexy rolls his eyes. “Can you get that thing to stop?”
“Let’s see what I can do... but first..” Amon followed Dimirti to the left. “See what else you can find here Rex!”
Rexy rolls his eyes, getting what could be considered a shield out to then head to the right... hopefully he’ll find something.
After walking around with his shield up, Rexy soon bumped into.... something-he looked to see it was a mere wall...
“Dead, end.” Rexy said, now turning back.
“Oh-Ho! Look what we have here!!” Dimirti grinned in satisfaction as he came across a large metal door. He cracked his knuckles and began to pry it open. Amon simply facepalmed. “For fucks sake Dimirti.....”
Normally a ship like this would be manned by a crew of four. But it wasn't. Only one body lay still in a cryopod.
The room was dark, but when it sensed life it light up. Lycan laid still, her cryopod dark. One couldn't see through it.
The computer spoke up again, "Cease, do not enter. Damaging Skekhali property is an offence punishable by death, by order 326 of the Shadow Proclamtion."
In black timespace, in the very ether of our universe, out here in blessed space, it was....like a feel in good force as if it were another kind of light.
Space....
The final frontier.....
Who can ever think of what goes in the vast Black Sea? One cannot help but wonder....
“Alright everyone, you know the drill. Prepare to jump to hyperspace soon.” Rexy said, sitting in the command center of the giant cruiser ship. “Ugh, you got anything Dimirti?!”
“Yes, lots of wires and a dumbass captin.” A voice retorted, to which earned a huff from Rexy. Other species of Aliens made him want to murder sometimes.
“Wait. Stop.”
Rexy looks over to find Amon with a holographic board on the wall. “I found something....”
“What is it?”
“I.... I don’t know yet.... let me see what it is...” Amon’s fingers glide over the keyboards at a inhumane pace.
In space, no one can hear you scream.
In fact, they couldn't hear anything. The western corner of the Ahkaten system was quiet, bar the tiny "beep... beep... beep". A pulse. A signal, being emitted from a lonely Skekhalian ship. Even just one ship, a sight that instills fear into most of the universe.
It was damaged though..
The interior was dark. Metal walls cold. Hallways black with darkness, but the ship hummed with life. One room was lit up ever so slightly, and a very dangerous creature lay asleep.
More dangerous than normal.
The message being emitted was obviously in Skekhalian, though whoever was emitting it had allowed it to be able to be translated.
Clearly this was a message they wanted everything to be able to understand.
Amon bit his lip when he saw the message being transmitted. “Rexy? We got something over here.” His eyes glided over the message. “What do you think?”
“Translate it.” Rexy said. “It could be a distress signal.”
“And why would we go into it if it’s a distress signal?” Dimirti asked from below. “Isn’t it a bad thing, oh fearless leader?”
“Oh shut up.” Amon hissed. “You would run into the nearest war without any hesitation!”
“Both of you, enough.” Rexy stood up. “Amon, translate the message.”
Amon nods, his fingers immediately getting to work on translating the mysterious message.
“Why do I get the feeling this will be life altering?” Dimirti asked. “Because it probably would be but....” Rexy sighs. “I’ll deal with.... her, later. If she has something to say about it.”
Translating... translating...
A computerised voice sprang to life.
"Räk shar es-"
It hadn't properly translated, the computerised voice fizzled out, before reappearing.
"This ship is property of the Skekhalian empire, and is carrying extremely important cargo. If any life forms are detected attacking this ship, all hostiles will all be executed, by Law 327 of the Shadow Proclamtion."
Immediately the sound of angels printing money fell on Dimirti’s ears as he smirked. “Boys, let’s jump to hyperspace we got ourselves a prize to snag!!!” He said with a whoop lanced with it as he fired up the hyperdrives.
“Wait, Dimirti!” Amon looks below the deck. “Do you have any idea who these things are?!”
“Fasten up everyone! We’re jumping to lightspeed...... NOW!” Rexy then held on tight as the cruise ship jumped to hyperspace. Dimirti simply stayed put as the travel did not effect him at all.
..... all went quiet for a moment.
They finally stopped, and out the viewing area Rexy spotted a much smaller ship. “Is that it?”
Amon nods. “That has to be it.”
You're not actually asleep in hypersleep. You're in a coma. An artificial coma you can wake from at the press of a button.
Does a robot dream of eletric sheep? That's the question. Lycan certainly dreamed. Sometimes of a raging war she was winning. Tearing out the throats of her enemies.
Right now she was warm, though. Safe. And loved. In his arms, smiling, laughing. She missed him. But she'd be home soon.
Immediately the smaller ship was pulled into the cargo loading part of the cruiser ship. Dimirti, seemed to get the idea of rushing in, opening whatever door led into the ship itself and went inside.
Rexy and Amon just look at each other and shook their heads.
“Why must we deal with that idiot....” Amon said, going inside the smaller ship.
Although Amon was busy looking at his surroundings, Dimirti was busy with searching for this special cargo that the message spoke of. It could fetch him a pretty penny down where he was from.
Rexy got in unarmed, usually his sign for peace above all else. He didn’t like the fact that Dimirti carried that god forsaken Lance around everywhere he went.
And he does mean everywhere.
The lights of the ship flicked to life when they came in. It knew someone had boarded.
There was a humming sound.. scanning. The same computerised voice spoke up.
"Ik khal e Skekhali kyscha khalxi".
There was a pause. Waiting for an answer? None came. So it scanned again.. and spoke again.
"Unidentified life forms, you a trespassing on skekhali property. You will now be executed."
In black timespace, in the very ether of our universe, out here in blessed space, it was....like a feel in good force as if it were another kind of light.
Space....
The final frontier.....
Who can ever think of what goes in the vast Black Sea? One cannot help but wonder....
“Alright everyone, you know the drill. Prepare to jump to hyperspace soon.” Rexy said, sitting in the command center of the giant cruiser ship. “Ugh, you got anything Dimirti?!”
“Yes, lots of wires and a dumbass captin.” A voice retorted, to which earned a huff from Rexy. Other species of Aliens made him want to murder sometimes.
“Wait. Stop.”
Rexy looks over to find Amon with a holographic board on the wall. “I found something....”
“What is it?”
“I.... I don’t know yet.... let me see what it is...” Amon’s fingers glide over the keyboards at a inhumane pace.
In space, no one can hear you scream.
In fact, they couldn't hear anything. The western corner of the Ahkaten system was quiet, bar the tiny "beep... beep... beep". A pulse. A signal, being emitted from a lonely Skekhalian ship. Even just one ship, a sight that instills fear into most of the universe.
It was damaged though..
The interior was dark. Metal walls cold. Hallways black with darkness, but the ship hummed with life. One room was lit up ever so slightly, and a very dangerous creature lay asleep.
More dangerous than normal.
The message being emitted was obviously in Skekhalian, though whoever was emitting it had allowed it to be able to be translated.
Clearly this was a message they wanted everything to be able to understand.
Amon bit his lip when he saw the message being transmitted. “Rexy? We got something over here.” His eyes glided over the message. “What do you think?”
“Translate it.” Rexy said. “It could be a distress signal.”
“And why would we go into it if it’s a distress signal?” Dimirti asked from below. “Isn’t it a bad thing, oh fearless leader?”
“Oh shut up.” Amon hissed. “You would run into the nearest war without any hesitation!”
“Both of you, enough.” Rexy stood up. “Amon, translate the message.”
Amon nods, his fingers immediately getting to work on translating the mysterious message.
“Why do I get the feeling this will be life altering?” Dimirti asked. “Because it probably would be but....” Rexy sighs. “I’ll deal with.... her, later. If she has something to say about it.”
Translating... translating...
A computerised voice sprang to life.
"Räk shar es-"
It hadn't properly translated, the computerised voice fizzled out, before reappearing.
"This ship is property of the Skekhalian empire, and is carrying extremely important cargo. If any life forms are detected attacking this ship, all hostiles will all be executed, by Law 327 of the Shadow Proclamtion."
Immediately the sound of angels printing money fell on Dimirti’s ears as he smirked. “Boys, let’s jump to hyperspace we got ourselves a prize to snag!!!” He said with a whoop lanced with it as he fired up the hyperdrives.
“Wait, Dimirti!” Amon looks below the deck. “Do you have any idea who these things are?!”
“Fasten up everyone! We’re jumping to lightspeed...... NOW!” Rexy then held on tight as the cruise ship jumped to hyperspace. Dimirti simply stayed put as the travel did not effect him at all.
..... all went quiet for a moment.
They finally stopped, and out the viewing area Rexy spotted a much smaller ship. “Is that it?”
Amon nods. “That has to be it.”
You're not actually asleep in hypersleep. You're in a coma. An artificial coma you can wake from at the press of a button.
Does a robot dream of eletric sheep? That's the question. Lycan certainly dreamed. Sometimes of a raging war she was winning. Tearing out the throats of her enemies.
Right now she was warm, though. Safe. And loved. In his arms, smiling, laughing. She missed him. But she'd be home soon.
In black timespace, in the very ether of our universe, out here in blessed space, it was....like a feel in good force as if it were another kind of light.
Space....
The final frontier.....
Who can ever think of what goes in the vast Black Sea? One cannot help but wonder....
“Alright everyone, you know the drill. Prepare to jump to hyperspace soon.” Rexy said, sitting in the command center of the giant cruiser ship. “Ugh, you got anything Dimirti?!”
“Yes, lots of wires and a dumbass captin.” A voice retorted, to which earned a huff from Rexy. Other species of Aliens made him want to murder sometimes.
“Wait. Stop.”
Rexy looks over to find Amon with a holographic board on the wall. “I found something....”
“What is it?”
“I.... I don’t know yet.... let me see what it is...” Amon’s fingers glide over the keyboards at a inhumane pace.
In space, no one can hear you scream.
In fact, they couldn't hear anything. The western corner of the Ahkaten system was quiet, bar the tiny "beep... beep... beep". A pulse. A signal, being emitted from a lonely Skekhalian ship. Even just one ship, a sight that instills fear into most of the universe.
It was damaged though..
The interior was dark. Metal walls cold. Hallways black with darkness, but the ship hummed with life. One room was lit up ever so slightly, and a very dangerous creature lay asleep.
More dangerous than normal.
The message being emitted was obviously in Skekhalian, though whoever was emitting it had allowed it to be able to be translated.
Clearly this was a message they wanted everything to be able to understand.
Amon bit his lip when he saw the message being transmitted. “Rexy? We got something over here.” His eyes glided over the message. “What do you think?”
“Translate it.” Rexy said. “It could be a distress signal.”
“And why would we go into it if it’s a distress signal?” Dimirti asked from below. “Isn’t it a bad thing, oh fearless leader?”
“Oh shut up.” Amon hissed. “You would run into the nearest war without any hesitation!”
“Both of you, enough.” Rexy stood up. “Amon, translate the message.”
Amon nods, his fingers immediately getting to work on translating the mysterious message.
“Why do I get the feeling this will be life altering?” Dimirti asked. “Because it probably would be but....” Rexy sighs. “I’ll deal with.... her, later. If she has something to say about it.”
Translating... translating...
A computerised voice sprang to life.
"Räk shar es-"
It hadn't properly translated, the computerised voice fizzled out, before reappearing.
"This ship is property of the Skekhalian empire, and is carrying extremely important cargo. If any life forms are detected attacking this ship, all hostiles will all be executed, by Law 327 of the Shadow Proclamtion."
In black timespace, in the very ether of our universe, out here in blessed space, it was....like a feel in good force as if it were another kind of light.
Space....
The final frontier.....
Who can ever think of what goes in the vast Black Sea? One cannot help but wonder....
“Alright everyone, you know the drill. Prepare to jump to hyperspace soon.” Rexy said, sitting in the command center of the giant cruiser ship. “Ugh, you got anything Dimirti?!”
“Yes, lots of wires and a dumbass captin.” A voice retorted, to which earned a huff from Rexy. Other species of Aliens made him want to murder sometimes.
“Wait. Stop.”
Rexy looks over to find Amon with a holographic board on the wall. “I found something....”
“What is it?”
“I.... I don’t know yet.... let me see what it is...” Amon’s fingers glide over the keyboards at a inhumane pace.
In space, no one can hear you scream.
In fact, they couldn't hear anything. The western corner of the Ahkaten system was quiet, bar the tiny "beep... beep... beep". A pulse. A signal, being emitted from a lonely Skekhalian ship. Even just one ship, a sight that instills fear into most of the universe.
It was damaged though..
The interior was dark. Metal walls cold. Hallways black with darkness, but the ship hummed with life. One room was lit up ever so slightly, and a very dangerous creature lay asleep.
More dangerous than normal.
The message being emitted was obviously in Skekhalian, though whoever was emitting it had allowed it to be able to be translated.
Clearly this was a message they wanted everything to be able to understand.
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literally everyone
Please reblog so I can make this happen
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