Saruke
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This is an expanded and revised portion of my previous story thread
I thank you all in advance for your help.
The Argo was never meant to be a military vessel. It?s first purpose was to be a luxury liner for some rich coreworlder, but the war had changed all that.
You could still see the original silver hull plating if you looked hard enough. Peeking out from under the bleak grey of the Ceristeel armor plating and EM shielding, it served to make the ship look all the more out of place. It?s feeble class 1 offensive systems were torn out and replaced by a fully loaded class 5 weapons compliment designed to repulse any threat.
In every way she was a child of the war, born in peace and tempered by the fires of war she had become a symbol of inner strength and determination, a beacon of hope to those who served with her and quiet strength to her Captain.
But now the war was over, peace had come to the galaxy and The Argo became an antique relic, rusting away at the bottom of a junk heap.
It was there that Rivas found her, a scrap of her former glory. The trader had tried to bargain when Rivas made his offer but he could remember the look of relief on the trader?s face when he bought her. At first he didn't even know why he bought her himself, but he guessed that when he saw the rusted hull of the Argo he saw a fellow soldier in need, an old warrior who shouldn't turn into another casualty.
But the noble ambitions he once had were soured by the reality of this new galaxy and the lofty dreams Rivas once had were replaced by mundane necessities. The Argo was now a mercenary ship, her captain was an old soldier and her crew assembled from the dregs of society. It was poor life for such a venerated ship but it was a free existence only occasionally visited by the darker realities of this world and as misfortune would have it, this was such a time.
Money had been particularly tight recently so when the man approached him approached him about doing a job which paid more money than he had ever seen, he accepted without thinking. Half a galaxy later he thought he was beginning to have second thoughts,
"What's our current location Kak?"
The red Saurian turned to study his console. Standing over seven feet in height the giant reptile struck an intimidating figure which was only accentuated by the alabaster mud that webbed over his body, the meaning Kak chose to keep a mystery.
"We are currently seven days out from Sentinel station and two days from the target." Kak said in his usual whispery slither.
"Good..." Rivas studied Kak for a moment. It had been six years since The Argo had crashed on Kak?s home planet. He still remembered the thick hot smell of the jungle and how the planet seemed to burst with life.
It was there, on that strange jungle world that he and his crew had been captured by Kak?s tribe, a society of sentient reptilian humanoids who, unfortunately for them, were nowhere near a technological level appropriate for contact. Kak?s people saw the coming of The Argo as the herald of the apocalypse and her crew demons sent by their ancient god of death. Kak, who had been in some position of authority, Rivas never understood how their society actually worked, was the only one who had been sympathetic to his crew.
That sympathy turned to devotion when Rivas had saved Kak from one of the jungle?s fiercer denizens and Kak chose to free them from their bondage and stay with them when they left his planet.
My only fear is that I'm summarizing plot points too quickly.
I thank you all in advance for your help.
The Argo was never meant to be a military vessel. It?s first purpose was to be a luxury liner for some rich coreworlder, but the war had changed all that.
You could still see the original silver hull plating if you looked hard enough. Peeking out from under the bleak grey of the Ceristeel armor plating and EM shielding, it served to make the ship look all the more out of place. It?s feeble class 1 offensive systems were torn out and replaced by a fully loaded class 5 weapons compliment designed to repulse any threat.
In every way she was a child of the war, born in peace and tempered by the fires of war she had become a symbol of inner strength and determination, a beacon of hope to those who served with her and quiet strength to her Captain.
But now the war was over, peace had come to the galaxy and The Argo became an antique relic, rusting away at the bottom of a junk heap.
It was there that Rivas found her, a scrap of her former glory. The trader had tried to bargain when Rivas made his offer but he could remember the look of relief on the trader?s face when he bought her. At first he didn't even know why he bought her himself, but he guessed that when he saw the rusted hull of the Argo he saw a fellow soldier in need, an old warrior who shouldn't turn into another casualty.
But the noble ambitions he once had were soured by the reality of this new galaxy and the lofty dreams Rivas once had were replaced by mundane necessities. The Argo was now a mercenary ship, her captain was an old soldier and her crew assembled from the dregs of society. It was poor life for such a venerated ship but it was a free existence only occasionally visited by the darker realities of this world and as misfortune would have it, this was such a time.
Money had been particularly tight recently so when the man approached him approached him about doing a job which paid more money than he had ever seen, he accepted without thinking. Half a galaxy later he thought he was beginning to have second thoughts,
"What's our current location Kak?"
The red Saurian turned to study his console. Standing over seven feet in height the giant reptile struck an intimidating figure which was only accentuated by the alabaster mud that webbed over his body, the meaning Kak chose to keep a mystery.
"We are currently seven days out from Sentinel station and two days from the target." Kak said in his usual whispery slither.
"Good..." Rivas studied Kak for a moment. It had been six years since The Argo had crashed on Kak?s home planet. He still remembered the thick hot smell of the jungle and how the planet seemed to burst with life.
It was there, on that strange jungle world that he and his crew had been captured by Kak?s tribe, a society of sentient reptilian humanoids who, unfortunately for them, were nowhere near a technological level appropriate for contact. Kak?s people saw the coming of The Argo as the herald of the apocalypse and her crew demons sent by their ancient god of death. Kak, who had been in some position of authority, Rivas never understood how their society actually worked, was the only one who had been sympathetic to his crew.
That sympathy turned to devotion when Rivas had saved Kak from one of the jungle?s fiercer denizens and Kak chose to free them from their bondage and stay with them when they left his planet.
My only fear is that I'm summarizing plot points too quickly.