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+++XENO QUOTE OF THE DAY+++
>SELECTED PECT’MAX
“Any ship on an intercept course presenting Imperial ID should further be confirmed, by direct hails or onboard scanners, as being either Savis or Pect’Max in design. The latter is notorious for disregarding international law and using the initial presentation of neutral Imperial ID to close with unsuspecting ships as part of their piratical attacks (which the former denies permitting, of course). If so confirmed, maintain course and power up all shipboard weapons. The Pect’Max won’t take offence, and it might just encourage them to try their luck elsewhere.”
-The Federation Captain’s Practical Primer (unofficial publication)
20th Cycle November 2230AD (6 months ago) Imperial Savis Space – Pect’Max Vessel ‘Pect’Krix’Kannar’
Slice-While-Blinded had many titles and honorifics; Pectash-Kereer of the 116th Savis Legion, Archon of the First Rimward Murder and Favoured Slaughterer of Pect’Kish-Roost-of-All-Pect’Max to name but a few. His favourite title was that of his current post as commander of his spaceborne vessel. He even liked how the title sounded in the tongues of some of the slave species, ‘Cap-tan’. Short, blunt, dual-syllabic and to the point. As any Pect’Max should be.
The name of the ship, Pect’Krix’Kannar, loosely translated into the lesser species tongue as Arrogance Unsightly Unsurpassed. It was a good name. The captain surveyed the bridge from his throne on the command ridge, master and tyrant of all those below him and within the bowels of the ship behind him. Slice-While-Blinded loved his ship, his deadly beauty gliding through the silent dark like a knife hidden in a wingful of feathers. He would, without hesitation, gouge out the eyes of any creature that looked at his ship askew with his own talons. Slice-While-Blinded loved his crew, fearless and honourable murderers and slavetakers to a talon each. He would, without compunction, tear out the tongue of any fool who offered insult to his flock with his own beak. That any male or female among his crew would likewise strike Slice-While-Blinded down without warning or remorse should he show weakness or frailty only made him love them more. Such was the Pect’Max way.
“Honoured Archon.” Slice-While-Blinded glanced to the side, the speaker was his second-in-command Strike-From-Above waiting a respectful distance from the command throne. “My blade is sheathed.”
“I see it sheathed.” Slice-While-Blinded gave the traditional reply even though he never took his eye off of his trusted officer, or the energy blade at his side, for even a moment. Such was the Pect’Max way. “Approach and offer terms.”
“The Imperial Grantees have requested ships to assist in the blockade in the Dis system.”
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>SELECTED PECT’MAX
“Any ship on an intercept course presenting Imperial ID should further be confirmed, by direct hails or onboard scanners, as being either Savis or Pect’Max in design. The latter is notorious for disregarding international law and using the initial presentation of neutral Imperial ID to close with unsuspecting ships as part of their piratical attacks (which the former denies permitting, of course). If so confirmed, maintain course and power up all shipboard weapons. The Pect’Max won’t take offence, and it might just encourage them to try their luck elsewhere.”
-The Federation Captain’s Practical Primer (unofficial publication)
20th Cycle November 2230AD (6 months ago) Imperial Savis Space – Pect’Max Vessel ‘Pect’Krix’Kannar’
Slice-While-Blinded had many titles and honorifics; Pectash-Kereer of the 116th Savis Legion, Archon of the First Rimward Murder and Favoured Slaughterer of Pect’Kish-Roost-of-All-Pect’Max to name but a few. His favourite title was that of his current post as commander of his spaceborne vessel. He even liked how the title sounded in the tongues of some of the slave species, ‘Cap-tan’. Short, blunt, dual-syllabic and to the point. As any Pect’Max should be.
The name of the ship, Pect’Krix’Kannar, loosely translated into the lesser species tongue as Arrogance Unsightly Unsurpassed. It was a good name. The captain surveyed the bridge from his throne on the command ridge, master and tyrant of all those below him and within the bowels of the ship behind him. Slice-While-Blinded loved his ship, his deadly beauty gliding through the silent dark like a knife hidden in a wingful of feathers. He would, without hesitation, gouge out the eyes of any creature that looked at his ship askew with his own talons. Slice-While-Blinded loved his crew, fearless and honourable murderers and slavetakers to a talon each. He would, without compunction, tear out the tongue of any fool who offered insult to his flock with his own beak. That any male or female among his crew would likewise strike Slice-While-Blinded down without warning or remorse should he show weakness or frailty only made him love them more. Such was the Pect’Max way.
“Honoured Archon.” Slice-While-Blinded glanced to the side, the speaker was his second-in-command Strike-From-Above waiting a respectful distance from the command throne. “My blade is sheathed.”
“I see it sheathed.” Slice-While-Blinded gave the traditional reply even though he never took his eye off of his trusted officer, or the energy blade at his side, for even a moment. Such was the Pect’Max way. “Approach and offer terms.”
“The Imperial Grantees have requested ships to assist in the blockade in the Dis system.”
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