The newly christened, "Viscerator" Cruiser sped steadily in front of the raging hulk of thier Construction yard, it's old markings heavily scraped and retouched to provide no clue as to its previous owners . . .a little secret that may had ended up turning the deal sour.
It was no easy feat moving fourty kilometers of metal through space, especially along the treacherous lanes of Hyperspace. It took several weeks of designing and redsigning the giant mass in order for it to make the trip.
Along the outer hull of the metallic web of steel lay thousands of tiny droid controlled pods each with a simple yet cruicial function for getting the yard to travel. Most along the lines were manouvering thrusters, all linked to one mobile station which could be piloted remotely from the Viscerator. Other pods were used to main structural and inertial integrity so the huge station wouldn't rip itself apart under the stresses of space travel.
Finally, clamped via tractor beam along the exterior were seven Hyperspace tugs, each one slave-rigged into the yard then back to the Viscerator for complete control, there could be no mistakes here.
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Demoted in a sense for the duration of this trip, K'taruuk stood in a darkened recess to the rear of the bridge . . .bemused but patient nonetheless. He had little choice but to stay hidden until the Demosthesians, the face of his little ruse, had completed thier work . . .then it was on to enjoy the spoils of his trickery. His jaws grated together as he watched from under the hood of his cloak, glaring at the man in the Chrome armour who was accompanied by two of the strangest beings, clad in pure white. K'taruuk could sense thier combined darkness, it was a familiar sensation, however in this instance it was not a welcome one.
Still he watched on, waiting all the while.
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Almania
Travelling at the lowest grade of Hyperspace travel was testing on most of the crew, although preferable to being smashed into the heavens by an unstable construction yard, whilst travelling at higher speeds. The week-long trip did not go buy quickly or smoothly, the crew of the Viscerator had experienced every problem of every imaginable kind when dealing with the specially outfitted systems aboard the Yard, but , despite thier trials, they had arrived.
Several lengthy system checks and hours of Navacomp calculations later, Almania was in sight.
How a group of those Magicians could come across a Military grade shipyard, K'taruuk would never know. Like most they were probably criminals, smuggler's at best who had undergone the tip-top hiest, and dupped some poor contracter out of a yard. There would be no doubt that if they attempted to pull any stunts, there would be trouble for them, however unlikely that may have been.
It was no easy feat moving fourty kilometers of metal through space, especially along the treacherous lanes of Hyperspace. It took several weeks of designing and redsigning the giant mass in order for it to make the trip.
Along the outer hull of the metallic web of steel lay thousands of tiny droid controlled pods each with a simple yet cruicial function for getting the yard to travel. Most along the lines were manouvering thrusters, all linked to one mobile station which could be piloted remotely from the Viscerator. Other pods were used to main structural and inertial integrity so the huge station wouldn't rip itself apart under the stresses of space travel.
Finally, clamped via tractor beam along the exterior were seven Hyperspace tugs, each one slave-rigged into the yard then back to the Viscerator for complete control, there could be no mistakes here.
..........
Demoted in a sense for the duration of this trip, K'taruuk stood in a darkened recess to the rear of the bridge . . .bemused but patient nonetheless. He had little choice but to stay hidden until the Demosthesians, the face of his little ruse, had completed thier work . . .then it was on to enjoy the spoils of his trickery. His jaws grated together as he watched from under the hood of his cloak, glaring at the man in the Chrome armour who was accompanied by two of the strangest beings, clad in pure white. K'taruuk could sense thier combined darkness, it was a familiar sensation, however in this instance it was not a welcome one.
Still he watched on, waiting all the while.
.............
Almania
Travelling at the lowest grade of Hyperspace travel was testing on most of the crew, although preferable to being smashed into the heavens by an unstable construction yard, whilst travelling at higher speeds. The week-long trip did not go buy quickly or smoothly, the crew of the Viscerator had experienced every problem of every imaginable kind when dealing with the specially outfitted systems aboard the Yard, but , despite thier trials, they had arrived.
Several lengthy system checks and hours of Navacomp calculations later, Almania was in sight.
How a group of those Magicians could come across a Military grade shipyard, K'taruuk would never know. Like most they were probably criminals, smuggler's at best who had undergone the tip-top hiest, and dupped some poor contracter out of a yard. There would be no doubt that if they attempted to pull any stunts, there would be trouble for them, however unlikely that may have been.