"Aye sir engins answering all ahead Half Speed" The Lutenant manning the engins console on the bridge of the BattelStar.
"Point defence to ship protection"
"Aye sir Guns answering Point defence to ship protection" The Gunnery officer answered. All acrross the masive ship 100 caliber rail turets began to track and shatter the smaller astorids the would drain the sheilds as the ship moved through the Astoriod feild that was Tau-23.
"Sir incoming message from Java Station" The comms oficer stated.
"On the HUD if you will"
//Java Station to UKMG.R.M.S.EvilScotsman//
//mesage begins//
God speed Scotsman and good hunting we await your return.
//mesage ends//
"Navagation plot a coarse to the 37 jump hole if you will"
"Aye sit Nav answering coarse laid in sir"
The Scotsman was underway and was ready for anything she was the biggest and most powerfull ship in the UKMG and she was the home of Rock Lord ThunderHawk.
Stuart Alexander McFarlane was know as ThunderHawk thanks to events in his childhood he and his partners Tsunami, Sarge and K1LL33 were all know by the names they used when they took part in a virtual reality gaming tounerment when they were 16 that was the year that made the 4 firm freinds.
This was going to be risky and Stuart knew it he was on his way to take out a hidden Outcast forward base in Tau-37 his ship was perfect for this masive armoured hull and the best engines in the Tau systems and an arsenal that would make house military captains drool at the thought of having but she was not a warship she was not built for long drawn out battels with other captial ships she was built to be the final nail in the coffin she was a sniper round not a bruiser but by god was she strong.
The very fact this ship existed made Stuart uneasy as it went against his fathers dieing words but the times had changed UKMG was now part of the IMG and so now had pepole to protect and a border to hold.
"I have somthing sir intermitant radar contact in the feild i think weve found it sir"
"Engins reactor the 100%, NAV layin a coarse bring our nose around, Guns get the Morters hot i want a firing solution ASAP full salvo".
"AYE SIR" the bridge crew replied
The Scotsman was now heading straight toward the radar contact her forward guns were glowing with power a bank of 4 battelship morters adorned her prow and would tear the station to picecs if they were lucky they would fire and get the hell back to Java.
The nebula parted before her as she found the clearing that held a prefab station with sevral Sabers moving slowly around her the BattelStar looked like the harbanger of DOOM as she parted the cloud and let rip with her mortars the space before her was parted by the salvo that struck the station with such force that it simply vaporised and took its Sabers with it.
"NAV about turn take us back to Java"
"Aye Sir"
All to easy, it allways was all to easy for Stuart to pull the trigger and snuff an entire station into nothing what was happaning to him he had promised his father he would not do this he would not become like so many had become and make suffering his trade.
ooc// More to follow. PM sugestions please im a rubbish writer.
"YOU HAVE BEEN WEIGHT .......YOU HAVE BEEN MEASHURED.........AND YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND WANTING............SO GET ANOUTHER DRINK IN YA LAD." Stuart McFarlane Rock Lord Of The UKMG