Damay Aprionati

Damay's hands were shaking more than usual on the warp-in. It had been about a week since his last blood, and his urge was crippling. The Claw class interceptor was in over its head whether it knew so or not.


"I want heat cycled on all mods!" Damay yelled over his shoulder. The Incursus class frigate was small enough that the engineer and gunners could hear him even over the din of machinery. "This clown is gonna be faster than us so stay sharp."

They dropped out of warp within 12km of their mark. With all modules prepped to be overheated a point was established and Light Neutron Blasters flared to life, hurling high powered Antimatter rounds into the tiny interceptor.

The hull of Damay's ship shuddered with both the firing of his cannons and the returning fire of his prey's Autocannons. Alarms and lights flashed across a gaze intently fixed on the opposing ship. Armor damage was taken then just as easily repped away by dual armor repairers, capacitor levels were kept topped off by a single Cap Booster and heat was distributed haphazardly through all systems.

He couldn't help but smile as the Claw hit structure.

Then the smile slid off his face.

"GET THE FUCKING HEAT BACK ON THAT AFTERBURNER HE'S PULLING RANGE"

2km... 4km...

"No, no. What the FUCK are you doing back there?! He's out of gun range,"

6km... 6.5km... range was stabilizing, they were keeping up just enough...

A terrible explosion shook the Incursus and new alarms, a fire aft in Engineering, went off and the ship shuddered to a near halt. Damay watched the flare of the Claw's warp drive as it left the field with no more than 50% structure remaining. His monitors were saying the Afterburner was burnt out. Damay stormed out of the bridge and straight back to the engineering room, leaving the ship to float in space without a commander.

"I told you to cycle heat fuckwad," The blow landed square at the engineer's jaw knocking him into the flaming bulkhead.

"Umph... I, I did sir, she could only take so much hea- GAH," The second brought him to his knees. The inferno surrounding the two began to singe their clothing.

"I know how much heat she can take, I'm the one who went to Pator Tech School remember?" He drew his long knife from its sheathe at his hip, and plunged it into the Engineer's stomach, just above his groin.

"Ungh.... uh... why?... I... I did... my best,"

Damay slowly drew the knife up the man's belly, "Because, your best wasn't good enough," Guts and gore spilt on his boots when he drew the knife from the gasping crew member. The wound was deep enough to kill him, but not before the fire would. Damay closed and locked the hatch to engineering behind him as he walked back up to the bridge. The rest of the crew's faces were ashen as they listened to the muffled screams of the Engineer in his death throes.

"Take her back to station. After we dock up, let her burn."



Damay.