Wednesday, March 2, 2011

A Storm Approaches

Ryven took to his new duties rather quickly. As Crewman 3rd Class, he worked long hours maintaining the Raven-class battleship, Tovil-Toba, and it's large engines. He was a quick study, and was generally like by the other crew, and before long, he rose in favor and his uncle promoted him to Bay Operator 2nd Class, a position reloading and maintaining the ship's cruise missile bays. He enjoyed his work, but found himself at odds with the launcher deck's Chief, a fat balding sociopath who apparently felt nepotism ranked somewhere in the neighborhood of bestiality and necrophilia on the list of shit you just can't allow. So, he made life as hard as he could for the stout young Civire thrust upon his crew of launcher specialists.
Ryven managed to make a name for himself anyway, applying for and managing to earn his place on the ship's boarding/assault team, a group of well-trained close-quarters combat specialists, as a point man, breaching and clearing ship compartments and fortifications. This only managed to stoke the fires of Chief Tyr Hakkola's hatred, and it was apparent to everyone that they were headed toward a collision of wills, and a betting pool was already circulating. The older crew had money on Hakkola. Those that had seen the fierce young demon, Ryven, in a fight, offered double or nothing on Krennel.

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