Post by Tenebrous Pirate on Aug 20, 2014 12:07:56 GMT -5
Captain's Log...Captain Phallicy of the Legenday starship The Phallic Symbol, Steel Song Hyperion Overlord, date irrelevant.
For many long years, my service to the Clan and quadrant has been nothing short of exemplary. I have maintained outstanding relationships with all factions, save the vile Rychart dogs, which I have dutifully killed in droves for the greater glory of the Clan. Feeling my advanced years catching up with me, I have been considering my retirement.
Not wishing to fade away quietly, I decide that I should add further accolades to my many achievements. Thus, I resolved to further serve the Clan and bring safety to the quadrant by hunting the detested xenos.
Drawing from my extensive pool or resources, I comissioned the Javat shipmasters to craft for me an epic ship just for this purpose, the Xeno Prober.
After the completion of my new, noble star ship, I recruited a new crew, new veteran and templar officers, and set about hunting down the required modifications that would give me an important edge against the dastardly xenos. It took me many a voyage over many a cycle before the Xeno Prober was finally ready. Now I had but to wait for rumor of Xeno activity in deep space.
One quick trip to a spice hall was all it took. I rushed back to the Xeno Prober and we quickly embarked for coordinates 16,18.
After an uneventful voyage with a minor stop to re-fuel, we arrived and began to patrol. The result was immediate. I could not believe what I saw. Nothing in my extremely lengthy career had prepared me for the massive scale upon which the Xenos had built this craft. The crafty bastards had even been so brazen as to emblazon their ship with the emblem of the Templar Order.
I found that I suddenly had a ferverent need to retire to my quarters to change my pants, but I had no such time in such an urgent moment.
I ordered my crew to engage it immediately.
As soon as we were within firing distance, I ordered a torpedo be launched. It did not matter. I might as well have been blown it a kiss. In the blink of an eye, the hulking Xeno ship was gone.
I retired to my quarters, seeking out a clean pair of pants. The Xenos escaped probing this day...
For many long years, my service to the Clan and quadrant has been nothing short of exemplary. I have maintained outstanding relationships with all factions, save the vile Rychart dogs, which I have dutifully killed in droves for the greater glory of the Clan. Feeling my advanced years catching up with me, I have been considering my retirement.
Not wishing to fade away quietly, I decide that I should add further accolades to my many achievements. Thus, I resolved to further serve the Clan and bring safety to the quadrant by hunting the detested xenos.
Drawing from my extensive pool or resources, I comissioned the Javat shipmasters to craft for me an epic ship just for this purpose, the Xeno Prober.
After the completion of my new, noble star ship, I recruited a new crew, new veteran and templar officers, and set about hunting down the required modifications that would give me an important edge against the dastardly xenos. It took me many a voyage over many a cycle before the Xeno Prober was finally ready. Now I had but to wait for rumor of Xeno activity in deep space.
One quick trip to a spice hall was all it took. I rushed back to the Xeno Prober and we quickly embarked for coordinates 16,18.
After an uneventful voyage with a minor stop to re-fuel, we arrived and began to patrol. The result was immediate. I could not believe what I saw. Nothing in my extremely lengthy career had prepared me for the massive scale upon which the Xenos had built this craft. The crafty bastards had even been so brazen as to emblazon their ship with the emblem of the Templar Order.
I found that I suddenly had a ferverent need to retire to my quarters to change my pants, but I had no such time in such an urgent moment.
I ordered my crew to engage it immediately.
As soon as we were within firing distance, I ordered a torpedo be launched. It did not matter. I might as well have been blown it a kiss. In the blink of an eye, the hulking Xeno ship was gone.
I retired to my quarters, seeking out a clean pair of pants. The Xenos escaped probing this day...