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located in The Mayall Galaxy, a part of Temporal Conscripts, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Mayall Galaxy

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Character Portrait: Commander Viridin
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A beam of energy split the blackness of space, pulsating between bright hews of blue and green. The beam pounded into the hull of the nameless destroyer splashing bits of molten metal into the void. The destroyer appeared to not be perturbed by this and rather than return fire it continued it's exodus away from the two massive blue suns that made up this binary star system. Their light was growing ever dimmer as the distance increased but even this light was occasionally broken by the barely visible, black vessel that pursued the destroyer.

"A hit commander!" the weapons officer shouted, "Their propulsion output is down to 63 percent!"

Commander Viridin's voice was a mix of excitement and desperation. "What's his AGIR!?"

From the helm "Grav influence at 0.09 percent!"

"What's the status of the arcpulse cannon?" Viridin looked back at the weapons officer.

"Recharge in 8 seconds!"

Almost there. The next shot would be enough to cripple his interstellar drive. The destroyer would not escape him this time. Or so he thought. Viridin counted down the seconds in his head. 6...5...4... Yes, there was enough time! Physics dictates that an interstellar drive cannot operate while a ship's average gravitational influence rating is above 0.06 percent. Yes. Just enough time.

3...2...1...


"Arcpulse cannon rea...!"

"Fire!!!" Viridin spat at the view screen before the weapons officer could finish, jumping up from his chair.

Got you! he thought to himself, his heart pounding with the anticipation. His thoughts were premature, however. The beam of energy he expected to see melting through the last bit of armor covering the destroyers interstellar drive and pulverizing it into slag never appeared.

"Commander! The arcpulse cannon's safety just engaged!"

Viridin's head turned sharply to his weapons officer, his face red with a look of frustration and confusion. For a fraction of a second the weapons officer thought he might lunge at him and try to tear his face off. But Viridin, angry as he was, had much more control than that.

Viridin reached over and hit the comm button on his chair. "Engineering! What's wrong with my gun!?"

The overhead speaker crackled "There's some kind of foreign matter in the cooling chamber. We're trying to..."

Before he could finish, the helmsman called out: "Commander!"

Viridin turned to the view screen. The stars that lined the backdrop of the destroyer began to deform and ripple as it shrank away. When the stars returned to normal, the destroyer was gone.

Viridin straightened the coat of his uniform, composing himself emotionally and physically.

"Have security meet me in the armory. I want to know just what kind of 'foreign matter' is in my cannon."

Viridin turned and walked down the short stairs that marked the boundary of the bridge and down the hallway, making his way to the armory.