Sun Oct 28, 2012 6:14 pm by Kratto
*The Lord General watches the fleet on the scanners patrol around their stations, like minature sharks swimming in the great seas of the void. Alleterition aside, they are quite a sight. He has a total of five of the massive Hutt Cruisers, with his ├óÔé¼╦£Pride├óÔé¼Ôäó being signifigantly upgraded over the standard. Twin Victories , older but servicable Imperial craft with their eighty concussion missile tubes. A Genosian dreadnought and a Space ARC cruiser, two rare designs with lots of firepower to their names. One of Brijus├óÔé¼Ôäós crazy raoch class carriers,for what flightless bird names a ship after a cockroach, squisly little insect. A series of Batil├óÔé¼Ôäós, speedy little Hutt backed gunship to complete the fleet.*
*A quick and deadly little fleet no doubt, but now the Lord General would have to come up with names and designations for them, despite actually sending Yarko to do the job. The cruisers would have to be ├óÔé¼╦£Pride├óÔé¼Ôäós├óÔé¼Ôäó of something, while the Destroyers nad dreadnoughts would be fearsome beasts and monsters. The speedy gunship would be birds of prey, and the roach would be something agnalmating to ones own mother, no matter what race they be. Then the fighters.... well simple color designations for they would be lost so easily.*
*He pops another squirmy fish into his moth, savoring the sweet succlent buttery sauce it├óÔé¼Ôäós covered in. It would be good to be on the gound again, in a more litteral sense of the word. To perhaps set up a family, a wife, a couple kids, a mistress or nine. Teach a generation or two of Toydarians about the proper order of things, go out on a conquering mission or two on behalf of the Toydarian Empire.... now there was a thought....*