Chasing Ghosts
14 Jan 2023Serash Ketra
The difference between life and death blurs when you're fighting things that aren't human. The lights, the sounds, the incredible amount of punishment both dealt out and taken in kind. The high frequency toom, toom, toom of shard cannons and the amped up Hmmmmmm-TWAP of plasma chargers arcing through the black, with solid plasma slugs cracking and punching holes straight through your hull and bulkheads with the ease that any pirate could only dream of achieving.Thargoids.
A bone-chilling thrill, the likes of which Buckeyball, Speedbowling, and HVT (High-Value Target) hunting all rolled into one, with the added drama of being not only unable to communicate, but having a foe that will never back down, and never, ever run.
Like nothing else in the galaxy, and I've been here a while. There is one type though, that make you turn and double check your distance, even if they aren't angry at you yet.
Basilisks.
Fast. Insanely fast. And meaner than a Fed when they catch someone with Onion Head in a school zone.
Speaking of, there she is now. Lok-Shun. And she brought a friend.
Gotta run, I've got me a score to settle, and she's not getting away from me this time.
Forgive me old friend, for what I must do.
